Page 52 of Game Changer
“So close already, aren’t you?” Kip brushed his fingers over Scott’s balls, which were tight and heavy. He tongued at the precome that was leaking from the tip in fat drops.
Scott just gripped Kip’s hair, unable to speak, and Kip took him deep into his mouth, sucking hard and relentlessly until Scott shattered and came. Kip continued to lap gently at the head until Scott took a wobbly step backward.
“That,” Scott panted, “that was not how this was supposed to go.”
“No?” Kip said, rising to his feet. “I’m pretty pleased with the results.”
Scott laughed and shook his head. “I was gonna take it slow tonight.”
“We can still take it slow. I’m in no rush at all.”
Scott kissed him and then playfully hauled him down onto the couch with him. They landed all tangled up in each other. Scott shifted so his back was against one of the arms, one leg stretched out along the length of the sofa. Kip was mostly in his lap now, kissing him as he carefully tucked Scott back into his briefs.
They made out on the couch, hands pushing up under their shirts. Scott feltwild. Even in the afterglow of a (really excellent) blow job, he craved more. Kip’s erection was hard against his hip now, and Scott reached for it, gripping him through his jeans. Kip moaned softly into his mouth and rocked into his hand. Scott moved to undo Kip’s fly, but Kip stopped him with a hand wrapped around his wrist.
“You all right?” Scott asked.
“Yeah,” Kip exhaled, his forehead pressed against Scott’s shoulder, “I just... There’s something I wanna do. And I don’t want to lose my nerve.”
Scott’s curiosity was piqued, to say the least. “What do you want to do?”
“Can we go to the bedroom?”
“Yeah! Yeah, of course.”
Kip untangled himself from Scott and led him to the bedroom. When they got there, he turned and started undressing. “Last time,” he said, after pulling his sweater over his head, “you said...you wanted...”
“Last time...” Scott repeated, struggling to recall the specific request to which Kip was referring. He wanted a lot of things when it came to Kip. “Oh!”
“Yeah,” Kip said with a crooked smile. “Said you wanted to watch me. Wanted to see how I get myself off.”
“I did,” Scott said, dazed. “Ido. I want that. God.”
“Well,” Kip said, unbuttoning his fly, “have a seat.” He gestured to the chair in the corner of Scott’s bedroom.
“Yeah...yeah, okay. Jesus.”
Scott sat in the chair. Other than his shirt being unbuttoned and his pants being open, he was still dressed. Kip, on the other hand, was already down to his black briefs. The imbalance made Scott feel very dirty. He was getting hard again already.
Kip piled up the pillows against the headboard and threw himself playfully onto the bed, his back propped up by the mountain of pillows.
Scott dragged the chair a little closer. He would abide by Kip’s rules, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to get the best view possible.
Kip closed his eyes, exhaled heavily, then slid a hand down his stomach and onto his thigh. He moved his hand in lazy circles on his inner thigh for a moment, then trailed it over to where his cock strained against his briefs.
He inhaled sharply and opened his eyes, first looking at his hand, and then up at Scott. Scott nodded slowly.
“Okay,” Kip murmured, apparently to himself.
Scott could see the tension leave him as he moved his hand, gripping and fondling the bulge in his shorts. He sighed and chewed his lip, eyes fluttering closed, then open again to gaze at Scott under heavy lids.
“Been thinking about this a lot,” Kip said, his voice sleepy and easy. “You watching me like this. Hot as fuck, I can tell you that.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm. When I was jerking off...fuck, after we hung up the other night... I imagined you were watching.”
“God.”
