Page 51 of Light Up
Corey wished there was no material between them, that it was just their cocks together. He took his hands off Tal’s arse, grabbed Tal’s trousers, then tugged, slowly inching them down his legs.
Tal turned the tables and rolled so that Corey was on top, his hands now trapped under Tal. And they werestillkissing, still frantically moaning, filling the room with their cries, their mouths learning, taking and giving as Corey moved closer and closer to detonation. As soon as his mouth came free and he could speak, he gasped, “I only have two pairs of jeans.”
Tal blinked, looking dazed.
“So…?” Corey panted.
Tal let out a short laugh and slid to one side.
“I’m annoyed to stop,” Corey said. “Even if it’s only so we can get naked. But unless you want to tell the hotel I’ve messed up my jeans and why they need washing again, because there’s no way I can tell them without saying it was entirely your fault, then…” He took a deep breath.
Tal was taking his trousers off. Then his underwear. Corey couldn’t help staring. The fine trail of dark hair pulled his gaze lower. Who’d thought to call that a treasure trail? Wasn’t that the best name ever?Ooh.His cock was…dark and hard and straight and sort of magnificent, like some sort of trophy. Pearls of precome crowned the tip, tiny jewels. Corey licked his lips. When his eyes finally rose to Tal’s face, Tal was looking straight at him.
You want to fuck me.Corey could see it in his face. They could take turns couldn’t they? But Corey wanted to give Tal this.
“Will you fuck me,” Corey asked at the exact same time as Tal said, “We’re not going to fuck.”
Corey laughed to cover his embarrassment.
“No condoms. No lube,” Tal said.
“I have both.” Corey snapped his fingers, well tried to, twice. “Bathroom. Toilet bag.”
Tal threw back his head and groaned.
“Was that a groan of joy or annoyance?” Corey asked.
“What do you think?”
Corey looked at Tal’s face and scrambled off the bed.Shit. Are the condoms still in date?“I’ll get them.” He stripped out of his jeans and boxers as he stumbled over to the bathroom.Please be in date. Please be in date.
Eek. Not in date.Should he admit it? Talk about a mood killer. His cock had started to wilt.
By the time he was back at the bed, where Tal lay on his side, but up on one elbow looking like a Pornhub model—damn him—Corey knew he had to confess. Not that Tal was in any danger of catching anything from him. And he wasn’t too concerned about buttoned-up Tal passing on anything to him, though he knew he still should be careful. He put the bottle of lube on the bed but hung onto the condom.
“This expired two months ago. I optimistically splashed out on a pack of twenty-four when I was eighteen. Ah shit, I should have said a couple of months ago.”
“And how many are still in the packet?”
“Twenty. But including this one so nineteen.” And of the four that had been used, one went on wrong and had to be chucked. Corey congratulated himself on keeping that to himself. “Obviously, it wasn’t always mine that was used.” That didn’t fucking help! “I’ll risk the use by date if you will.”Fuck!
“You really want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” Corey was proud how firmly that came out. Really, he’d be happy either way but something told him this was right. Tal needed to trust again. So did Corey.
Tal plucked the foil packet from his fingers. “Lie face down.”
Corey had wanted to see Tal’s face but he did as he was told.Like a good little sub. Damn.But they weren’t playing. No dom or sub, just him and Tal.
As he settled on his stomach, Tal lay part over him, holding him down with one leg wedged between Corey’s. He dragged his fingers from Corey’s shoulders, down the bumps of his spine, into the dips either side of his hips, then along the crease of his backside. Corey had apparently forgotten how to breathe. Then came the sound of the condom packet being opened followed by the flip top of the lube and panic surged.
It’ll be all right. It will.Corey kept repeating the same thing over and over. He hadn’t done this for a while because even if he didn’t count the arsehole in the club who’d got nowhere, the last time Corey had been with someone had not been good.Don’t think of that.Tal landed kisses on his shoulder blades as he spread lube along the seam of Corey’s arse.
Do not tense up.But of course, he did. Corey could feel a single finger now, running down the line of his bum and his taint, sliding up and down, pressing lightly until it reached the entrance to his body, then circling, pushing, easing inside.This is what you asked for, so don’t fucking panic.
He wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted Tal to talk to him, to reassure him. He definitely didn’t want to be subjected to dirty talk because that would make him think of that occasion he didn’t want to remember. He wasn’t even going to let the guy’s name into his head.Brendan. Oh fuck. Go away! You fucker!But all Tal was doing was breathing heavily and shakily. As Corey took a deep breath, Tal pushed the rest of the way into him and there was a whole finger inside him and thank fuck Corey had taken that breath because now he couldn’t breathe at all.
Tal wasn’t hurting him. He was still kissing his back as he worked his finger gently in and out. Corey was okay, but if he hadto be honest, he was just about okay, not good, not yet anyway. But it would be good. It would!
