Page 53 of Game Changer
“Almost...almost called you back. Wanted to Skype or something so you could watch me for real.”
“Fuck, yes. We’ll have to do that. Soon. When my roommate isn’t there.”
Kip laughed. “Right. Shit. Roommate. Forgot.” He tugged at himself through the fabric, head rolling back against the pillows. He was so sexy and daring, and he was giving Scott everything he wanted.
“How’re you doing there?” Scott asked, voice hoarse.
“So good, Scott. Feels so nice. I’m gonna take these off now.” He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, lifted his hips, and slid them off. And Scott was treated to the perfection of Kip’s naked body, with his gorgeous, thick cock, which was so hard right now it was almost flat against Kip’s belly.
Scott had had the foresight to place the bottle of lube on top of the nightstand. He hadn’t wanted things to get interrupted once they got going. He was thankful for that bit of planning now, as he watched Kip reach for the lube and slick some onto his cock.
“Mm...that’s really good lube. Have I mentioned that?” Kip asked, eyes closed again. “Feels incredible.”
Kip’s long fingers curled around his cock and slid down, then back up so his palm could twist over the head. His thumb pressed in a bit just under the head on the way back down. His other hand gently fondled his balls, sometimes pulling on them. It was all pretty slow and loose.
“You like to keep it gentle, huh?” Scott asked.
Kip opened his eyes and gave him a lazy smile. “I’m tryin’ not to come right away. Wanna put on a good show here.”
“You are.” Scott shifted in his chair. It took all of his willpower to stay there. “You sayin’ you’re close already?”
“Sayin’ I could be...”
Scott swallowed. “You look so fucking good, Kip. I wanna come over there. I want to touch you. But I want to watch you too.”
“Maybe I’ll let you...later... Ah... Jesus...”
Scott watched obediently from his chair as Kip’s hand sped up and his eyes squeezed shut again. He was the most gorgeous thing Scott had ever seen, writhing on the bed, and completely focused on his own pleasure. His breathing was rough and he was making beautiful little moans.
Scott’s own breathing was getting ragged. “Kip...fuck.” He couldn’t take it anymore. “Can I...can I sit on the bed with you?” he asked. “I won’t touch you. I just want to be closer.”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Kip drawled, head rolling back on the pillows behind him. “Come on over.”
Scott blushed at the pet name, but it sent a giddy thrill through him at the same time. He moved over to the bed and sat on the corner, twisting so he could see Kip as he sat near his one extended foot.
And here he could see the beads of precome glistening at the slit. He could see the sweat that was dampening the edges of Kip’s hair, the way the muscles in his neck strained, and the way his jaw clenched when something felt particularly good.
“Oof,” Kip gritted out. “Tryna make this last, but fuck...”
“You don’t have to,” Scott said, mouth dry. He wanted to touch himself, but he also wanted to wait for Kip’s hand later. Mostly, he needed to see Kip come.
Kip grunted and moved his hand faster.
“You’re close, aren’t you? You need to come? Trying to hold out for me, but you’re right there, I can tell.”
“I’m—Oh,fuck,” Kip stammered.
“You gonna finish for me? Or do you want me to help?”
“Ah...god... I don’t know...”
His chest was heaving and the muscles in his arm were straining as he pumped himself harder. He locked eyes with Scott, and Scott knew he was about to—
Kip’s mouth dropped open and he let out a broken noise as he came. Long ribbons fell on his chest and stomach and ran over his fingers as he shuddered and slowed his hand.
“God, Kip. So beautiful. You should see.”
Kip closed his eyes and sank, boneless, into the pillows.
