Page 53 of Twice Shy

“Hmm,” Ollie said, smiling approvingly as he ran a palm over Joel’s chest and snagged a dark, erect nipple. When Joel hissed, Ollie smiled and leaned down to follow with a kiss and a flick of his tongue. Joel’s harsh, startled grunt made Ollie grin and he suckled a little harder until Joel pushed him gently back, laughing, one hand on each shoulder, and kissed him hard. Ollie laughed too, putting his arms around him and, God, but the feel of bare chest against bare chest was divine.

They wrestled a little, still laughing, and then tumbled onto the bed still in their jeans. Joel landed on top, breathless as he gazed down at Ollie. “Look at you,” he said again, one hand in Ollie’s hair, the other on his jaw, kissing him again. The man liked to kiss! And Ollie had no objections. He wriggled himself further up the bed, and Joel followed as they tussled and kissed, all warm skin and exploring hands. Eventually, he pushed Joel onto his back and kept him there, straddling his thighs. It wasn’t entirely comfortable in skinny jeans that were increasingly constrictive. Joel didn’t look like he was much better off, judging by the sizeable bulge in his pants.

But he was watching Ollie with a untamed look in his eyes, chest heaving as he sucked in air. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on,” he said in a half-strangled voice. “Christ, Ollie. You have no idea.”

Maybe not, but he liked the sound of it. He spread his palms wide and ran them up Joel’s chest, delighting in the feel of muscles trembling beneath his touch. “Can I suck you?” he said, leaning forward so their chests touched, cocks bumping with dizzying jolts of pleasure. “I want to.”

Joel nodded, lips parted but without words.

Smiling, Ollie sat back and paused to admire the curve of Joel’s hips and the straining of his jeans. Then he reached forward, unbuckled his belt, and brushed his cock before starting work on the zipper. Joel made a high, desperate sound and clenched his jaw.

“It’s okay,” Ollie said, darting his gaze up briefly from the tempting sight of Joel’s cock straining against the front of his boxer briefs. “Be as loud as you want. I like it.”

“Jesus,” Joel gasped, still sounding stifled. His fingers clenched in the bed sheets in an obvious effort at restraint, and Ollie loved it; he felt powerful and sexy. Entirely himself.

Scooting down, he gave himself enough room to lean forward and nuzzle Joel through the cotton of his briefs, brushing his nose and open mouth along his cock. “So hot,” he murmured. “You’re so fucking hot, Joel.”

Clumsy fingers wound their way into his hair. “I’m not— Seriously, I won’t last. This is…” His fingers tightened. “Intense.”

Ollie looked up, met Joel’s eyes along the length of his body. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ve got plenty of time for round two. Or three. Or four.”

With a groan, Joel’s head sank back, and Ollie delicately peeled his briefs down, freeing his cock, its cut head flushed and eager. Ollie’s own cock twitched, protesting its constriction, so he took a moment to wriggle out of his jeans before he slid Joel’s jeans and briefs down his legs.

When he climbed back onto the bed, Joel watched him with bright eyes and barely contained urgency. He held out a hand and Ollie took it, letting Joel pull him back into his arms. They kissed again, but this time their whole bodies were entwined, sliding and thrusting together, hands roaming. It was everything he wanted but not quite enough. Heart pounding, tension coiling. More, more, more.

At last, Ollie slid down the bed again, Joel flopping onto his back, hands clenched in his own hair. “Can I?” Ollie said—growled, really—lips a breath away from the flushed tip of Joel’s cock.

“God yes,” came the strangled reply.

He didn’t wait to be asked again. Taking the head of Joel’s cock into his mouth, Ollie swirled his tongue around the tip and Joel all but jolted off the bed. This really wasn’t going to last long, Ollie realized, so he’d better make it good. Wrapping one hand around the base of Joel’s cock, he took the rest into his mouth in one smooth go. Joel started writhing, not thrusting up, but gasping in short sharp breaths, clearly on the edge of orgasm and trying to hold back. Ollie set up a swift, easy rhythm, his own cock rubbing nicely against Joel’s leg. Obscene and delicious sounds filled the room: the wet suck of his own mouth, Joel’s panting gasps, and his own low hum of pleasure. God, he felt good—sexy and debauched and turned on.

Joel’s fingers clenched in Ollie’s hair, tugging. “I’m close…”

He loosened his hand, ran his fingers under Joel’s tight balls, would have smiled at the high keening whine of pleasure had his mouth not been otherwise occupied. Joel was on the edge, he could taste it. He looked up beneath his lashes, meeting Joel’s eyes with a dark lascivious look.

“Jesus,” Joel bit out. And Ollie sucked him deeper, tongue working. “Gonna—” Joel gave a loud shout, bucking up just as Ollie pulled off, and shot over his chest and belly, his head flung back and stomach and thigh muscles tightening.

Fuck, but it was almost enough to get Ollie off just watching. He was still rock hard and reached down to give his cock a soothing stroke while Joel sprawled boneless on his back. Then, smiling, he pressed a kiss against Joel’s thigh, his hip, the still-quivering muscles of his stomach, his breastbone, his nipple, the base of his throat, the tip of his chin. His lips.

Joel’s kiss was sloppy and heartfelt, heavy arms cradling him, one lazy leg hooking over his hip. Ollie thrust gently into the warm, slick space between them. “Good?” he murmured after a while, nosing the word against Joel’s neck.

“Fucking stupendous.”

Ollie laughed, then caught his breath as Joel’s hand slid down the small of his back and over his ass. Whatever Joel might think about being ‘out of practice’, that was a knowing touch. Instinctively, Ollie spread his legs, giving Joel access and pressing his cock harder against Joel’s taut belly. Rocking there, he murmured nonsense words of encouragement as his consciousness narrowed to that intense sensation and the chase for release. Close now, he could feel the pressure rising.

“God,” Joel said, fingertip exerting gentle pressure in intimate places. “You like this, huh?”

“Yeah.” A breathy sound, half frustration half desire. He was so close. He thrust harder against Joel’s belly and the slick edge of his hipbone.Sodamn close. “More. Joel, I need more. I—”

“I’ve got you,” Joel said, lips brushing his ear. “Come here…” He shifted, and Ollie grunted in dismay at the loss of contact until he felt Joel’s strong fingers wrap around his cock, warm and slick and perfect. Ollie thrust into his grip while Joel’s other hand explored his ass with tender, intimate expertise and it took all of thirty seconds before Ollie’s orgasm ignited. It felt like an explosion, all over and all at once. No graceful arc of pleasure this, but a startling detonation. He arched back, crying out as his mind blanked, turning white and soundless, and then he fell back into the world, into Joel’s waiting arms, and a warm ocean of joyful release and relief.

They drowsed together for some time afterward.

At one point, Joel moved, disentangled himself from Ollie’s arms, and got up. Sometime later, Ollie felt the wet warmth of a washcloth swiping across his belly and groin and muttered a smiling, sex-drunk protest. Then came more quiet. Then the light went out, the bed dipped, and a heavy arm settled around his waist.

Sated and happy, Ollie slept.

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