10. Dalton
Chapter 10
Dalton
H eat of a body moving against mine and whimpering wakes me and it takes my eyes a few moments to adjust in the dark room, my dick catching on long before my mind does.
Asher, still asleep, has thrown off the blankets and is rubbing his very hard erection on my thigh. His face is buried in my neck and I can make out the feel of his lips dragging against my skin as he groans and ruts against me. On instinct, I place one hand on his lower back while I run my other hand through his hair, gripping onto the messy brown strands. My heart races and my breath stutters as my cock grows incredibly hard, trapped in slightly damp boxers. Asher lost his cardigan and t-shirt at some point in the night and his skin is sweat slick and clammy. I run my hand along his back, marvelling at how soft he is. This tingly feeling starts in my chest and mixes with the ache that’s throbbing between my legs and suddenly, even having felt Asher’s skin before, it suddenly feels like the first time. It’s new and wonderful, and I unexpectedly burn with this desire to feel more of his bare skin against more than just my hand.
Fuck. Me.
I’ve never felt so aroused but I’m too afraid to move, afraid that if I do, he’ll stop and whatever this is, whatever it is he’s dreaming about will all be over. And while I don’t exactly know what any of this means for him, for us , I know I don’t want this moment to be over. Remaining on my back though leaves me with very little chance of any form of release and my body is positively humming with need at this point. With my hand resting on Asher's back, I slowly turn onto my side, keeping his leg over me, until we’re chest to chest and our hard cocks are flush against each other separated only by the fabric of our underwear.
Because of our height difference, his head is near my jaw, so I push my upper body back a little so I can see his face and then, I drink him in, looking at him in a way I never have before, seeing him as so much more than just my friend. He’s stunning like this - chasing his pleasure, acting on feeling alone - his eyes closed, his eyelashes fluttering lightly and his pretty lips parted as his breathing grows ragged.
He thrusts again, sending glorious bolts of pleasure through me and I’m unable to hold back my groan. The sound vibrates out of my chest, loud in the quiet of the cabin and Asher’s eyes shoot open. Forest greens, highlighted by the dying firelight crash with my blues and he freezes. My hand is still resting on his lower back and I feel him tense. Quickly, before he can pull away, I grip his hip tightly and gently move my lower body with his. The friction is incredible but it’s not enough.
“Dalt,” he rasps, his eyes are sleepy but they’re swimming with the same need I feel roaring in my blood.
“It’s okay, love, don’t stop. I’ve got you.” He hesitates for a moment, his lips pressing into a thin line, so I move us together, showing him I’m all good with whatever this is and he nuzzles his face to my pecs. Asher’s lips latch onto my nipple and I turn into a man possessed. Ripping down my boxers, I free my aching cock then reach for the waistband of his panties.
Asher's hand comes between us and halts my movements. “You don’t have to do this,” he says against my chest.
“Oh, fuck, love, but I want to. So fucking badly. Let me please.” Slowly, I move his hand out the way then push down the fabric until his hot, hard, cock juts against mine.
“God, you’re so hard, Asher. For me?” I take his cock into my hand and it’s soaking. Not just a dab of precum, but completely dripping.
“Always for you, Dalton, always. Fuuuck,” he moans as I use his precum to coat him and start moving my hand up and down his shaft. His lips find my pert nipple again and he sucks hard, sending bolts of pain straight to my groin. It’s at this point that my mind focuses on exactly what’s happening - I have my best friend's dick in my hand. A moment passes and while I expect to start panicking, all I can think about is how good I feel and how his little whimpers tell me he feels the same.
I have no experience with dicks other than my own - I haven’t even watched gay porn - but I know what I like, and I can imagine what would make this moment even better. Lining my erection up against Asher’s, I wrap my hand around us both. His dick is smaller and thinner than mine, so they fit perfectly together wrapped in my palm.
“Holy shit, that feels amazing,” Asher moans, pulling away from tormenting my now red nipple, so he can look down between us. He continues to leak copious amounts of precum and the sight of the wetness glistening over the two of us has me riding a wave very close to the edge of release. Moving my hand faster, I push Asher onto his back and continue to fuck the two of us with my fist.
His pale skin shines in the firelight, tiny freckles mapping trails over his body. I lean down and lick a stripe across his collarbone, loving the saltiness on my tongue. Asher is smaller than I am, but while I may loom over him now, he holds all the power over me. He always has.
“I’m going to come, please don’t stop,” he cries out and I move faster, nibbling at the soft flesh at the side of his neck as he thrusts his hips upwards to match my movements. He cries out as he comes, the warm liquid pooling over my fist and onto my cock. I rear up onto my knees and work my fist harder, throwing my head back and groaning as I topple over the edge, releasing thick ropes of cum all over Asher’s creamy, pale skin.
The room is silent - save for our heavy breathing - as my eyes meet Asher’s. His cheeks are rosy, whether from the heat of the fire or the orgasm, I can’t be sure. When he turns away and moves to cover his chest, I know that whatever just transpired is over now. Asher pulls the sheet over himself, covering his beautiful body, then rolls off the bed and awkwardly, with the blanket pooling around his feet, stands.
“I’m so sorry, Dalton. I never meant for that to happen.” He runs his hands through his hair, tugging at the strands. “I feel like I pushed this on you. Fuck!” Asher shouts and storms out the room, slamming the bathroom door behind him, not giving me a chance to tell him that it was the single most enjoyable moment of my life.