Page 16 of Rocking Cedarwood

Chapter Five

Michael nodded once. Fucking Niall sounded pretty damn good, but he didn’t want to push his friend and he sure didn’t get the impression Niall was convinced. He tossed the paper plate onto the coffee table then reached for Niall.

“Not here.” He stood and tugged Niall down the short hallway to his bedroom. “I’m not one for a quick fuck on the couch. I prefer the bed. More room to move.” He sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. “Now, what did you have in mind?”

“This.” Niall sank to his knees. He palmed Michael’s thighs and rubbed his face on the bulge in Michael’s pants.

Jesus, that feels good.He threaded his fingers in Niall’s hair. He loved when a guy paid him special attention beyond the act of fucking. He wanted his man to treasure him and their time together. He scooted forward on the edge of the bed to give Niall more room to work.

Niall glanced up at him once then pulled the zipper on Michael’s pants. The denim split, displaying Michael’s lack of underwear. He eased Michael’s cock free from the tight fabric then dragged his nose along Michael’s shaft.

“Oh fuck.” Michael jumped and tugged Niall’s hair. He patted the bed for the sheets. He couldn’t pull Niall’s hair so much or the poor man would end up bald. “Put it in your mouth.”

Niall closed his eyes and flattened his tongue on the underside of Michael’s cock. Once he reached the blunt head, he sucked the tip into his mouth.

Michael groaned. He wouldn’t need much prep before the orgasm hit. He’d kept to himself for the lion’s share of the school year—using his hand for relief. Having a hot, sexy man in his home was so much better. “Suck it,” he bit out. He rammed his cock in and out of Niall’s mouth. The rush of the moment swept over him and his balls tingled. Every nerve ending in his body sizzled. Heat flowed through him. He didn’t want to finish like this. Not in Niall’s mouth. He liked Niall and wanted something more perfect for him, with him.

But he couldn’t withhold either. He tipped his head and moaned. “Niall.” He pushed his dick farther down Niall’s throat.

Niall gurgled and moaned but didn’t pull away. He buried his nose in Michael’s pubic hair and swallowed.

The move damn near turned Michael’s insides out. He nudged Niall away. “Stop.”

“What?” Niall plopped backward on his ass and his eyes widened. “What’d I do?”

“Nothing.”Well, no.He’d done plenty. Niall had Michael right on the edge, but that wasn’t the point. “I want you on the bed. I want to be inside you.”

“What about what I want?” Niall’s eyes flashed. “I might want to fuck you.”

“You’re a natural bottom.” Michael stood and shoved his pants to the floor. “Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know you.”

“Yeah, you do.” Niall unbuttoned his shirt.

The garment slipped off his shoulders with a shrug. He dragged a deep breath into his lungs. The move flexed his muscle and showed the power in his lanky body. Under all that clothing, the man had the build of a swimmer. He’d be willing to bet Niall was a natural at holding his breath, too.

Niall stood and tossed the shirt to the floor. His nipples beaded and a fine sheen of sweat slicked his chest.

“Naked. You. Now.” Michael hiked his own shirt over his head then tossed the garment onto the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a couple of rubbers from the dresser top.

Niall dropped his pants and eased his boxer briefs down his hips. His cock bobbed and pre-cum shone on the tip.

“You’ve been holding out on me.” Michael strode up to his friend and rubbed his body on Niall’s. The feel of cock on cock and chest on chest spiked his need once again. He nipped Niall’s mouth, loving the taste of his friend. He should’ve pushed before now and should’ve shown Niall he was interested. They could’ve been fucking the entire school year, not starting something on the last couple days.

“Michael.” Niall smoothed his palms up and down Michael’s sides. “Why’d you pick me?”

“Because you’re fucking handsome.” He turned Niall around. “Hands and knees on the bed. I want to see that ass.”

When Niall climbed onto the mattress, Michael swatted his butt. Niall waggled his ass. “I like that.”

“I bet you do.” Michael stepped up behind Niall and dropped the condom wrapper on the bed. He dribbled lube down the crack of Niall’s ass.

“Chilly.” Niall wriggled. He glanced over his shoulder. “Gonna fuck me? Or make me wait?”

“I should make you wait.” He swatted Niall again. “But I won’t.” He squirted the clear fluid on his middle finger then eased his digit into Niall’s hole.

“Oh fuck.” Niall groaned and bore down on Michael. “Want more.”

“Like that?” He eased his finger in and out of Niall’s ass, prepping him. He couldn’t wait to breach the tight pucker of the man’s ass. First, he needed to know Niall was ready. He twisted his hand, moving his finger around within Niall’s hole. Niall bucked against him, fucking himself on Michael’s middle digit.

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