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Turning his focus to that area, Archer worked his fingers at Carter's neckline, noticing how soft his thick hair was. The blond strands curled up at the end where they sat against his neck, and Archer had the urge to lean down and smell them. He didn't, because he was sure that Carter would turn around with a quick WTF and never let him touch him again, but he did wonder. Did it smell like him or like some shampoo he used?
He moved his fingers higher, beginning more of a scalp massage than neck, hoping that Carter was okay with it. When he got to his temples, Carter arched his head back, resting it on the couch, between Archer's legs only inches from his straining arousal.
Archer stared down at Carter, refusing to stop. It would only draw more attention to him if he did. Right now, though his head was close to his cock, he wasn't aware of it. He was just enjoying the massage and giving Archer better access to the temples and forehead. "Want me to do your face?" Archer asked.
"You can massage a face?" Carter stared up at him.
"Yep." Archer smiled as he moved his fingers around Carter's eyes, over his cheekbones, and down his jaw. He hadn't done this in years, but it all came back to him as if the classes had been yesterday.
"Fuck, I think I love you." Carter sighed contently.
Archer laughed. "You're an easy date."
"Fuck dinner and dancing, do this and I'd give it up any night of the week." Carter's eyes were now closed, his lips slightly parted.
He had to wonder about Carter's sexuality. He'd assumed that he was straight since he'd been married to a woman, but now, as comfortable as Carter was with another man's hands roaming his body, he wasn't so sure he was. Very few straight men would tolerate this, let alone joke about being in love or fucking another man.
Curious, he slowly moved his fingers down Carter's face, then over his chin, massaging as he had been all along, but then slowly, he traced a single finger over Carter's bottom lip, enjoying the pouty thickness against the pad of his finger.
Carter's mouth parted even more and a soft gasp escaped, the air warming Archer's finger. His own cock pulsed, and he wished he could manage to arrange himself better without Carter noticing. The pressure was harsh and uncomfortable, but he wasn't about to stop what he was doing.
He massaged Carter's neck, down his throat, then back up, again running his finger over his bottom lip, slower this time, imagining what it would feel like to run the head of his cock over the same area.
When Carter's mouth closed around his finger and sucked it into his mouth, he gasped, unable to stop his hips from jerking forward as the tip of Carter's tongue circled around his finger.
Neither of them said a word as Carter's mouth opened, releasing him.
Unsure what to do, he took the wetness on his finger and again traced Carter's lips, rubbing the wetness over them, liking the way it glossed his lips.
The massage went from therapeutic to sensual in a matter of seconds as he lightened his touch, brushing his fingers over Carter's skin now, instead of pressing into the muscles. He had no clue where this was going, if it would go anywhere, but he couldn't stop now that he'd started. He needed to know, needed to see how Carter reacted. He'd either end up ruining everything between them or taking their new friendship to a new level. He prayed for the latter.
Carter's arms wrapped around Archer's legs, linking through them, holding him tightly. He still hadn't opened his eyes, and that is what Archer wanted most. He would be able to tell what Carter was feeling if he could see his eyes.
As his fingers moved into Carter's hair, running the pads over his scalp, he watched, waiting for some sign that he needed to stop where this was going, but none came. If anything, Carter was urging him on as his own fingers softly rubbed against Archer's legs.
The movie was forgotten. Archer couldn't have told anyone what had happened. His entire focus was on Carter, watching his reactions to his touch, watching the rise and fall of his chest, listening to the increase in his breathing.
His own body was fully aroused, his pulse racing, cock pulsing, heart pounding. He wanted to bend down and brush his mouth over Carter's, but he still wasn't sure it would be welcomed.
Again, he ran his fingers over Carter's temples, down his cheeks, then let a single finger trace his lips again. This time, Carter sucked him in almost immediately, pressing his lips tightly around him, and rolling his tongue over his finger.
Archer imagined that tongue licking his cock the same way and couldn't hold back a groan. It was enough of a sound to let Carter know he loved what he was doing, and that this was not just some playful game between them. His need was real, and his desire for more was growing quickly.
He pulled his finger from Carter's mouth, moving his hands to the side of his head to cup it, hold it in place, then he bent down, lowering his lips to Carter's for a soft, testing kiss.
Carter kissed him back without any hesitation, still holding on to his legs as he opened his mouth, allowing Archer in, teasing his tongue against his own.
Fuck, he tasted good.
The positioning was horrible, but it was all he had to work with for the moment, so he continued to kiss Carter, sucking on his lips, wrestling with his tongue, pressing his mouth fully against Carter's, wanting them together any way they could get there.
Carter was the one who broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to put distance between them. Without a word, he let go of Archer's legs, then turned, getting up on his knees as he faced Archer, pressing his hands over his thighs as he stared at him.
"You sure about this? There is no going back." Carter stared at Archer's lips, then moved his gaze to his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm sure." He reached out and brushed a strand of Carter's hair back from his face. "If it's what you want." He prayed Carter didn't say no. The thought of having to stop was almost a physical pain.
Face to face, Carter closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Archer as he kissed him again. In this position, the kiss was harder, deeper, filled with something more than it had been before.
