Page 37 of Seamus's Basement
“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.” DJ drew his eyebrows together. “Probably more like two years. I have a bottle of lube in the nightstand in the room I’m staying in, but I don’t have any condoms. We can do other things if that’s an issue.”
“Not an issue.” Seamus strode out of his room, quickly retrieved the lube from the guest room, and came back to find DJ lying in his bed, nude. “You look perfect like that.”
“Naked?” he asked, pretty blue eyes twinkling.
“That too, but I meant in my bed.” Seamus climbed onto the mattress and lay beside DJ. “You look like you belong here.”
DJ met his gaze and held it, his expression searching. “I’d really like to.”
“Then let’s unpack the boxes you stashed in the other room and finish moving you in.”
“You’re sure you want me?” he asked, voice quiet.
For the first time in his life, he understood what everyone around him had craved when he was growing up. “I’m positive.”
“I want you too.” He cupped Seamus’s cheek. “Very much.”
He dropped his gaze and looked at DJ’s body more closely. He had been monitoring the bruises on his torso for days, but he hadn’t paid attention to his firm chest, his pink, hard nipples, and this was the first view he had of his erection. “You really are beautiful, DJ.” He laid his palm on DJ’s shoulder and skated it down his chest and onto his shaft. “But you’re still healing, and I don’t want to do anything that hurts you. Do you want me to suck you instead?”
“I’m not in pain anymore, and honestly, that’s not what gets me going.”
He didn’t know how good he’d be at it, but he hadn’t expected to be turned down before trying. “It’s not? Working in a bar, I hear a lot of things, and my understanding is that all men love blowjobs.”
“Oh, I love blowjobs.” He reached over and curled his palm around Seamus’s cock. “But I like to be the one giving them.” He stroked his hand up and down. “Will you sit up for me?”
Scrambling to comply with anything DJ wanted, Seamus pushed himself to a seated position and reclined against the headboard.
“Thank you,” DJ said, and then he lowered his hand to Seamus’s balls and his lips to his dick. Hand gently caressing and rolling, he took Seamus’s glans into his mouth and sucked hard, poking the tip of his tongue into his slit, as if searching for flavor. “Mmm,” he moaned blissfully as he dropped his mouth lower, clearly enjoying tasting him and having his lips stretched by a thick cock.
“Oh God, DJ, that’s so good,” he slurred, nearly incoherent with desire.
“I love this,” he said, mouth still pressed to Seamus’s dick. He licked his way down one side and up the other before taking him back inside, dropping lower and lower until Seamus was completely encased in wet heat.
“Yes.” Pulse racing, he panted as he bucked his ass off the bed. “DJ.” He lowered his gaze, threaded his fingers through DJ’s thick hair, and thrust his hips up and down, watching his cock pump in and out of DJ’s warm mouth. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
Saliva drizzled over his shaft as DJ bobbed his head, grunting and moaning in pleasure, his eyes raised to meet Seamus’s gaze.
“I'm going to come.” He thrust his hips again and again, unable to restrain himself. “DJ, if you want me inside you, you need to stop.” He shook and panted, trying to hold back, but sure he’d lose the battle if that talented mouth pleasured him for even a moment longer. “Oh God.”
DJ popped off his shaft, scrambled onto his lap, and kissed him.
“Ungh.” He clutched DJ’s hips and yanked him forward, needing every inch of contact.
Blue, hazy eyes blinked open and then DJ looked down between them. “I want that inside me.” He licked his lips.
“It’s all yours.” His dick, his body, every part of him. His entire life, he’d been confident he knew what he wanted and what he didn’t want, but that all changed when he met this man. “I’mall yours.”
DJ put his hands on Seamus’s cheeks and kissed him again, hard and deep. Then he pulled back and reached for the lube. He coated his own fingers, rose to his knees, straddling Seamus’s body, and then reached around behind himself. When his eyes rolled back and he gasped, face awash in arousal, Seamus wished he could see his fingers impaling his ass. That wasn’t possible in his position, so he snaked his arm around him, dragged hishand over his firm cheek and into the crease of his ass, and then pushed his finger in alongside DJ’s.
“Ungh,” DJ grunted. “Yes, stretch me. Make me feel it.” DJ’s eyes were closed, his mouth hung open, and his hips rolled as they pumped their joined fingers in and out of his body.
The rapture on his face and his erotic words threatened to snap Seamus’s already threadbare control. He was sure he had never truly understood desire until that moment, in bed with his husband. “I need you,” he rasped. “So much.”
“Me too.” DJ rose to his knees, took hold of Seamus’s cock, and positioned it against his hole. He bore down and pushed his tight, silky heat over Seamus, encasing him in bliss.
He couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, but he planted his feet on the bed, grasped DJ’s waist and helped him bounce up and down as he snapped his hips, adding power to their joining. He wouldn’t last. There was no way to hold back in the face of pleasure that intense.
“Yes!” DJ shouted. “Like that. I want it like that.” He fell forward, hands pressed against the wall, and pushed his ass back harder, meeting Seamus’s every pump with equal force. “Yes, yes, oh God, Seamus, yes!” DJ threw his head back, his jaw dropped, and his ass convulsed as seed shot from his untouched cock.
