Rough Terrain (Out of Uniform 7)

“Yeah? That a request?” Renzo wrapped a big hand around Canaan’s cock, and it took a quick mental review of anatomy vocabulary words for Canaan to not spurt at the first contact. And then Renzo went back to attacking his rim and it was pretty much a losing battle. His body didn’t know which way to arch—up led to more contact with Renzo’s hand but down got more tongue action. Eventually, he gave up thinking all together and writhed against the bed, grabbing fistfuls of covers to avoid yanking Renzo’s hair.

“Fuck. I wanna come. Please. Oh fuck.” He was mindlessly chanting now in between breathy moans that kept turning into low whines as he got closer. Renzo sucked and licked and circled his tongue around and around the most sensitive spots. Then, after a few firm licks, he wiggled the tip of his tongue inside, and despite his hand barely moving on Canaan’s cock, his whole body tensed. “Right there. Right there. Don’t stop.”

Renzo didn’t, tongue delving deeper, hand tightening, and Canaan shot so hard the first spurt hit his chin. Pulse after pulse rocketed through his body as he slumped back against the pillows. It felt like the shower had, deeply cleansing, leaving everything fresh and new. He should be exhausted like he typically was post-sex, but strangely, the climax energized him, made all his senses heighten. Hell, he swore even oxygen tasted better as he struggled to catch his breath.

A slapping sound alerted him that Renzo was still on the floor, jerking himself off.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Canaan pushed himself up to sitting. “I want to help.”

“Not gonna take much,” Renzo muttered as he climbed up onto the bed, sprawling out next to Canaan after wiping off his face and hand with one of their discarded towels. “But, sure, have at it. Whatever you want.”

Canaan used the towel to clean up his stomach, and something hard poked his elbow. Laughing, he retrieved the conditioner he’d brought with him from the bathroom. “You want to try something new?”

“Like what?” Renzo sounded rather wary.

“Want to go between my thighs? It’s kind of like fucking, and greased up, it can feel amazing.” He wanted to propose actual fucking, but the edge in Renzo’s tone told him he wasn’t quite ready for that, and besides, for that Canaan was gonna need better lube than conditioner.

“Yeah.” Eyes going hot, Renzo bit his lip, and Canaan knew he’d made the right suggestion. Passing over the conditioner, he rolled to his side. Renzo smoothed conditioner on his cock, then draped himself along Canaan’s back.

“This okay?” Renzo paused with his lips right above Canaan’s.

“More than.” Canaan wasn’t squeamish, and kissing Renzo was too hot to skip. And the payoff was Renzo gathering him close for a lingering kiss despite the challenging angle. Canaan tipped his head back onto Renzo’s shoulder to make kissing easier. Sliding his cock between Canaan’s thighs, right under the curve of his ass and below his balls, Renzo moaned before he even started to thrust. Not that he seemed to be in a particular hurry, taking his time with slow, deliberate kisses as he gently rocked them together.

In a first for Canaan, Renzo was big enough that Canaan could reach down, stroke the cockhead as Renzo thrust.

“Holy. Fuck. Keep doing that.”

“This?” Canaan swept his thumb across the tip, spreading moisture around.

“Fuck. Yes. Feels so good.”

“Yeah you do.” The friction on Canaan’s balls combined with Renzo’s moans and kisses had Canaan’s cock making a valiant effort to get back in the game. “You go long enough, you’re going to get me there too.”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“Well, I know you well.” Canaan relaxed further against Renzo, luxuriating in being wrapped up like this, Renzo’s hands sweeping up and down his torso, Renzo’s gasps in his ear. Being surrounded by this much muscle and power was a huge turn-on, but the fact that it was Renzo, that they’d survived so much together, made everything that much better. This was Renzo who had kept him warm last night. Renzo who’d been willing to climb down into a water filled slot canyon just to get Canaan help. Renzo who’d made sure Canaan went up with rescuers first. Renzo who did all that and somehow still found the energy to wash Canaan and take care of him more.

All those emotions made Canaan strangely protective, made him want to do everything he could to make Renzo feel good. To that end, he tensed his muscles, making Renzo moan, low and dirty in Canaan’s ear.

“That. Do that again.”

“I got you.” Canaan crossed his feet at the ankle and squeezed tighter. “Fuck hard as you want. You feel so good.”

“Want you to come again too.” Renzo took hold of Canaan’s cock with a slick fist, and yeah, Canaan’s dick was totally on board with this double-helpings plan. Especially when Renzo showed he’d been paying attention and used his other hand to strum Canaan’s nipple. “You coming will get me there.”