Page 31 of Hearts Colliding
Perfect.
The word reverberated through him, plucking at his nerves and making every one of them sing.
“These need to come off, don’t you think?” Ryan hooked a finger through a belt loop. Tugging it hard, Alex toppled towards him.
“Oh!”
Ryan grinned at Alex’s gasp, as he made short work of releasing the button and easing the zip down over Alex’s bulging cock. He swallowed hard. White boxer briefs, perfectly moulding to the solid shaft of Alex’s erection, to his high, tight balls. Ryan cupped Alex in his palm, his breath catching as Alex moaned and pushed his hips forward, his cock hot and pulsing. Ryan squeezed and rubbed, neither knowing nor caring who sighed and who groaned, when he brushed his thumb pad over the tip of Alex’s cock through the thin cotton, soaked with the warm wetness of pre-cum.
“What?” Ryan croaked as Alex stepped back. No way could he be changing his mind…? But Ryan’s dismay faded as Alex shoved off his jeans and boxers.
“I thought the rules of the game were that we both got naked? Or are things different here, now? As you know, I’ve been away for some time.” Alex’s lips curved into a lazy smile.
Ryan narrowed his eyes, keeping them trained on Alex as he shed every stitch of his own clothing. “Being a smart arse again? It’ll get you into trouble one of these days.”
“Who says it hasn’t already—Christ, Ryan. You’re a work of art.”
Alex’s smile fell away as he stared, open mouthed, at Ryan’s naked torso. Ryan said nothing, studying Alex as Alex studied him, knowing every twist and turn, every loop of colour Alex was seeing for the first time snaking its way across his pecs, his shoulders, and down over his biceps.
“Incredible. Absolutely incredible.”
Ryan was used to heated excitement when he tugged off his clothes, as whoever he’d found to play with grew noisy with excitement. But this was different. Alex stared in silent, wide-eyed awe at the wild winged beast that wound its way around him.
Alex raised a tentative hand, looking up and meeting Ryan’s eye. Ryan nodded permission, and groaned as Alex traced a line of ink, his fingertip as light as a whisper trailing over his skin, moving lower and lower, following the beast’s tail as it wound all the way down, towards the dark heat that pulsed between his legs. Alex’s meandering journey came to a stop as he wrapped a cool hand around Ryan’s burning shaft.
“Fucking hell, Alex,” Ryan ground out. He was lightheaded and breathless as Alex’s hand began a slow and lazy slide of his cock, from root to tip, easing the foreskin over the swollen, bulbous head. Ryan closed his eyes as his hips rolled forward, then back, then forward again, matching Alex’s languorous rhythm.
Yes, yes, yes… So smooth, so sensual, so different from the desperate, manic rutting with hook-ups, as eager to get off as he was.
Ryan forced his eyes open and laid his hand over Alex’s, stilling his movement. Winding his free hand around Alex’s neck, he pulled him in for a kiss, as long, slow and lazy as every stroke of his cock had been. “Let’s get into bed,” he whispered against Alex’s warm, damp lips.
They slung the bedding in front of the fire before sinking down onto it, a tangle of arms and legs, kissing hard as hips thrust against hips, as cocks rubbed against cocks, the drag of tender skin a delicious pain. Wrenching his mouth from Alex’s, Ryan licked and sucked his way along Alex’s jawbone and down his neck, rejoicing in his moans and squirms and gaspy cries.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, as Alex’s nails dragged themselves down the valley of his backbone, shooting spasms of heat through him. Shoving Alex onto his back, he straddled him and looked down, breathing hard.
Alex gazed up at him, through eyes grown dark with need. His breath was as ragged as Ryan’s own, his mouth slack, wet, and kiss swollen, his cheeks, jaw, neck mottled red from Ryan’s scruff.
“Where are your supplies? The only things I’ve got in my pockets are a tissue and some loose change.” Ryan smiled, but it slipped from his lips when, beneath him, Alex swallowed.
“I don’t have anything.” Alex swallowed again. “I don’t… It’s been a while.”
Their eyes held, and a sad little smile twisted Alex’s lips. “I’m sorry, for killing the mood. I’m kind of out of practice — not that I was ever muchinpractice.” Alex’s smile quivered before dissolving. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to lead you on. It’s like the build up to a joke that falls apart at a bad punch—”
Ryan pressed a finger against Alex’s lips.
“Stop. Right now. I don’t care that you’re ‘out of practice’.” Ryan thrust his hips forward as he emphasised Alex’s own words, earning himself a glimmer of a smile. “I am very muchinpractice.” He leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Alex’s lips. “I’ve had—more—practise than you’ve—had—hot dinners,” Ryan said, in-between planting kisses across Alex’s face. Alex laughed, and Ryan felt the man relax beneath him. Gently, he swept Alex’s fringe from his brow. “It doesn’t matter what we do, not to me. Just being here, like this, it was more than I ever imagined. Sure, I can fuck you into next week, but I don’t reckon that’s what you want, or need. We can kiss and touch, and kiss again. And kiss some more. It’s your call, Alex.”
“You’d do that, for me?” Alex’s voice was so quiet, it was barely even a whisper.
Ryan nodded. Carefully, tentatively, Alex pushed a hand into Ryan’s hair, the pressure light but unmistakable. Ryan smiled, before he dipped his head and began to kiss his way along the length of Alex’s body.
Moving across the lean plains of Alex’s stomach, it was all Ryan could do to not go fast, not to turn the heat up to boiling point, not to plunder the man who was placing so much trust in him. His kisses were shaky, Christ, his whole body was shaky with need. It would be so easy to… He breathed in hard, to calm his thundering heart. He’d take it slow, take his time, give Alex what he needed, but as his cock twitched and his balls burned, it was going to take every grain of restraint he had to keep the promises he was making.
Ryan positioned himself between Alex’s legs, now wide and bent at the knee. Alex’s fingers still twined in Ryan’s hair, scrunching as he applied a pressure that wasn’t quite a push.
Alex’s cock lay against his lower stomach, little bounces and twitches connecting the wet and juicy head to his stomach with a thin, silken thread of pre-cum. Ryan’s mouth watered. He loved to fuck, to nail a groaning, writhing man into the mattress, but this… The taste of another man, his heat and weight on his tongue, filling his mouth, the swell of his shaft and the taste of salty, bitter juices drenching his mouth and slipping down his throat to fill his stomach with warmth. It wasn’t only Alex who was getting what he truly craved and needed.
Drawing a deep breath, Ryan buried his face into the neat thatch of hair, saturating his senses. Alex’s cock was hot against his face, and there was no way he was going to let his dinner get cold.
