Billy
Gus came like he did everything else, gently, and with respect. I kind of wanted him to lose his fucking mind and ram his dick down my throat, but in hindsight, I was glad he didn’t. Gus was big everywhere.
He slid out of my mouth and bent to kiss me. I pulled him down on top of me, not giving a single fuck about the stones digging into my back. I’d never been so turned on in my life. If he’d asked me, I’d probably have let him spin me round and fuck me, but of course, he didn’t. Gus heard everything. Even the things I didn’t say. It was me who needed to listen more.
After I’d shot my brains out of my dick, cos there was no way I was thinking coherently before then.
Gus covered me with his body, and pressed me against the ground. He gripped my chin, holding me in place as he kissed me, and—
Voices broke the quiet. Loud voices. Approaching voices. Gus stopped kissing me. He stared at me for a long moment before it seemed to dawn on both of us that getting caught with our pants down wouldn’t be our finest hour.
Life sometimes moved so fast.
In the blink of an eye, we scrambled out of the lake, dressed, and climbed back on our bikes.
Gus was quiet. Too quiet. I fought the urge to fill his silence with noise, and instead focussed on his expression when he’d shot down my throat. His glazed eyes, and slack jaw. It was everything I’d dreamt of when I’d dreamt of him.
And I’d dreamt of him a lot.
A lot a lot.
And now I had a reality to match my years-old fantasies, I was well and truly fucked. Watching Gus come was addictive. I didn’t need any more bad habits, but it was too late. I was hooked, and I’d have sucked his dick all day long if porning it up in a public place of natural beauty wasn’t a messed-up idea all round.
We rode on, leaving the park without seeing whichever souls had spoiled the party. I was behind Gus this time. He rode hard. I figured he’d head for the beacon a few miles away, but he turned back into town, and I followed him home.
He skidded to an elegant stop on the driveway and dismounted. I climbed off my bike, watching him, as he hauled the garage door open and threw his bike carelessly inside. That shit wasn’t normal. Gus wasn’t a neat freak, but I knew he had feelings for his bike. I wheeled mine inside and set it down with more care. “Are you—”
Gus grabbed me and yanked the garage door shut, trapping us inside with the cobwebs, tools, and exercise equipment. He propelled me against the nearest wall and was on me before I could snatch a breath. “That’s twice you’ve done that to me.”
I fought his hold because I liked the sensation of him resisting. “Done what?”
“Made me come like that. You’re bad for my stamina.”
I didn’t want to think about his stamina, because that meant thinking about him with other men, and I’d done enough of that to last me a lifetime. “I didn’t make you do anything. What just happened was your idea.”
Gus smirked. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So it’s your turn then?”
“My turn to what?”
In answer, Gus kissed me, hungry and deep, then he drew me away from the wall and to a door I hadn’t known existed. It led to the kitchen. How I hadn’t noticed it before now, I had no idea. Maybe I’d assumed it was a cupboard. Whatever. With Gus’s mouth on mine, I didn’t give a shit.
He dragged me upstairs. The blackout curtains were still drawn in his room, blocking out the day. It seemed fitting for all the alarm bells I’d been ignoring since I’d taken to sleeping in Gus’s bed and sticking my tongue in his mouth.
I let him throw me on the bed. The impact jarred my shoulder, but for once he didn’t seem to notice, and I was glad of it. There was nothing hot about being the dude who winced and groaned all the time.
Gus took his T-shirt off. His broad chest, shiny with sweat from the ride home, quieted my mind of much else other than the fact that my dick had already picked up where we’d left off at the lake. I licked my lips. He smirk grew, and he unbuttoned his shorts.
They fell to the floor. Fuck knew where his underwear had gone. He was naked again, and I couldn’t fucking breathe.
He came to the edge of the bed and grabbed my legs, tugging me towards him like a rag doll.
I laughed, and it was like the sun came out in his dark eyes.
He stole my jeans and flung them somewhere over his shoulder. “I like it when you laugh. It’s the hottest thing ever.”