“I could say the same for you, but we could try. Maybe we could say that I’d only be allowed to crawl in your bed once a day,” Alec suggested cheekily.
“Ha! Okay, then I will only be able to crawl in your bed once a day,” he added, thinking sex twice a day wasn’t a bad thing at all.
“Oh no, I have no boundaries, remember? You’re welcome in my bed anytime you want. I’m a giver,” Alec teased, waggling his brows. Keyes busted out a laugh at the sincerity in Alec’s voice. “You’re up late. Wanna talk about your friend and his nurse?”
“Not really. He’s happy. That’s something. He says he smells good now too.”
“What’s up with you bikers and smells?” Alec’s brow lifted. Keyes’s grin grew. When did a healthy committed relationship become defined by how a person smelled? He should probably call Dr. Phil and let him know his discovery.
“I honestly don’t know.” He shrugged.
Alec laughed at him again, then that light green gaze slid over his body. “You like wearing clothes?”
Keyes looked down, running a hand over the vintage Pink Floyd T-shirt he’d found at Goodwill. “I just always had to wear them. It feels off not to. Not a lot of privacy at the club. You don’t like clothes at all.”
“No, not even a little bit. It’s how I always managed to get my own room in boarding school. Even at a young age, I’d go to bed in my nightclothes, and they’d slowly come off in the middle of the night. I think I sleep hot.”
“I don’t know about that. You’re all curled up around me when we sleep.” Clearly casting doubt on Alec’s reasoning.
“That’s new.” Alec shook his head. “I normally don’t like sleeping with anyone. I sleep on top of the blankets.” He adjusted his phone, switched the direction of the lens and what Keyes saw had him instantly hard. Alec completely naked, sprawled on top of his bed covers, his hard-on straining toward the phone.
Oh man, Keyes’s mouth watered at the sight of that pleasure-giving cock. His muscles tensed as if ready to hold on to the image when Alec switched the phone back in his direction. “Go back.”
“What?” Alec asked.
Keyes moved, knocking the blanket off his legs, shoving a hand in his underwear. “Let me look at you,” he demanded.
“This?” Alec asked as the screen flipped back to the cock he needed to see so badly. Alec moved, giving him a better shot of that tempting package.
Fucker was hot as hell. Keyes gave a murmur of approval, freeing himself from the confines of his tight-fitting underwear. He stroked himself, knowing it wouldn’t take but a few tugs on his drooling cock while looking at all that tempting flesh.
“Wait. What are you doing? You’re starting without me, Key.”
The picture moved as the camera angle changed, and Alec appeared on the screen once again. This time though, he was spread out like a porn star. Legs wide open, nothing hidden from view. His gorgeous body and face filled the screen.
Shit, fucking fire, he wanted to suck on that perfect cock and lick those damn balls so bad his teeth hurt. He slid his fist up and down his shaft. His eyes trained on everything Alec was showing him.
“Prop the phone on something so I can see you too. And I want naked,” Alec instructed.
“Shit! Hold on.” He stripped off his shirt and slid out of the rest of his clothes before grabbing a pillow to prop up the phone like Alec had suggested. He wasn’t sure how he felt about being totally exposed like this, but he was too far gone to back out now.
As soon as he was in position and had his dick in hand, he started jacking himself, enjoying the show as Alec stroked his own engorged cock from root to crown. Long lazy strokes up and down, up and down. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, so he just mimicked Alec’s movements. And it felt amazing.
Alec’s knees dropped to the side, and he got a peek at that tight pink hole, his breath hitched in his throat and his dick twitched happily in his hand. Hell yeah, he could get used to this.
“That’s it. Stroke it for me,” he all but commanded as he greedily took in the scene before him. Precome rolled down Alec’s deep colored head, snagging his attention as Alec’s fingers twitched around his shaft. He wanted to reach out and capture that salty essence. That idea made him moan out loud. He knew exactly how that rewarding little dribble would taste coating his tongue.
“Is this what you want?” Alec purred, his movements slow and seductive as he used his free hand to toy with his balls. Keyes was spellbound as Alec’s finger teased his pucker.