Page 36 of Seamus's Basement
“Okay.” Crystal blue eyes gazing into his, DJ raised his suddenly trembling hands and then gently trailed his fingertips over Seamus’s beard.
Captivated, he couldn’t move; he could barely breathe. And then DJ cupped both of Seamus’s cheeks and tugged him down as he surged up. When their lips almost touched, he said, “You can close your eyes and pretend I’m someone else if you want. I’ll be quick.”
“Why would I do that?” He had no interest in being that close to anyone else and he didn’t want to stop looking at DJ’s captivating eyes, but when soft lips pressed against his own, his eyes slipped shut without his permission. He could feel DJ’s hands on his face, smell his skin, and before he could stop himself, he parted his lips so that he could taste his husband.
DJ grunted in surprise when Seamus slid his tongue into his mouth, but thankfully, he didn’t pull away. He tasted as good as he smelled and Seamus desperately wanted more. He wrapped his arms around that narrow but strong body, lifted DJ onto the table behind him, and slotted himself between his knees.
“Mmm,” DJ moaned. He draped his arms over Seamus’s shoulders, locked his feet behind Seamus’s thighs, and buried his hands in Seamus’s hair.
It was as if his body had grown new pleasure receptors because no kiss or make-out session had ever affected him that way. Heart racing, he slid his hands from DJ’s waist to his hips, enjoying the shape of him almost as much as his flavor. Joy strummed beneath his skin and desire pierced through him. He never wanted the feelings to end. He lowered his hands, grasped DJ’s ass, and yanked him tightly against him as he deepened the kiss.
He had never felt that good. Thrusting and pulling, he ate at DJ’s mouth, swallowing his pleasured moans. Lost to the connection, he rubbed his cock over DJ’s belly, feeling hishardness against his own, and nearly cried at the incredible sensation.
Unfortunately, DJ tore his mouth away. “We have to stop,” he rasped. He cradled Seamus’s face and pressed their foreheads together as he sucked in air and searched his eyes. “Holy shit.”
Holy shit, indeed.
“Are we really doing this?” DJ asked between kisses.
Seamus had restrained himself as they scrambled out of the bar and upstairs to his house, but as soon as the door closed, he hoisted DJ up and pinned him against it. “I really fucking hope so.” He pressed his mouth to DJ’s again, unable to stay away.
The feeling seemed to be mutual because DJ wrapped his legs around Seamus’s waist and parted his lips, inviting him inside. Seamus rocked against his hard body as he licked and kissed his mouth, his jaw, and then his neck.
“This…” Chin tilted up to make room for him, DJ panted for air. “This would probably be more comfortable on a flat surface.”
“You’re right.” He tightened his grip on DJ and walked toward the bedroom.
“Couch is closer.”
“Bed’s more comfortable and we’re going to be at this for a while.” He nibbled on DJ’s earlobe as he made his way across the room.
“Oh God.”
When they reached his bedroom, he set DJ on the mattress and then kicked off his shoes, yanked off his shirt, and shoved his jeans and briefs to the ground.
Staring at him with his mouth gaping, DJ gasped. “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.”
“I can do that.”
“What?” DJ shifted his gaze from Seamus’s body to his face.
“You said you like to be filled, right?” He had thought about DJ’s answer to the game question more times than he could count, obsessing over it, imagining it, fantasizing about it. “I can fill you.”
DJ lowered his gaze to Seamus’s cock and licked his lips. “I can see that.”
“Do you want me to?” he asked, chest heaving.
“Of course I do.” DJ reached out and, with the most delicate touch imaginable, caressed his erection. “The question is, do you?”
He quickly nodded.
“Have you ever done this?”
He shook his head.
“Which part is new?” DJ asked patiently, still touching him gently.
“All of it.” He had never been with a man, never had anal sex with a woman, never craved anyone like he did DJ. “But I want this.” He swallowed to clear the thickness in his throat. “So much.”
