14. I already miss you #2
He pushed back the lock of hair, his fingers brushing by Colby’s ear, and for some stupid, utterly ridiculous reason, Colby leaned into Hunter’s palm before he could pull his hand away.
Before his eyes closed, he watched Hunter’s flare slightly.
Hunter didn’t move his hand. He stepped closer to Colby.
His other hand landed on Colby’s hip. “I’m really gonna fucking miss you. ”
Colby’s body flooded with a bittersweet feeling because oh, how he wanted to hear that. But fuck, he didn’t want there to be a reason to say it. “I already miss you.”
“I’m right here.” Hunter’s lip brushed his cheek. His breath tickled Colby’s ear.
Colby’s whole body was radiating with one clear, concise need—the need to kiss Hunter. But that felt like a line they shouldn’t cross. It wasn’t just horny, stupid, fucking around. Kissing was intimate. It was more than lust. More than hormones. They couldn’t be more than just horny… right?
“Are you…” Hunter began, his hand tightening on Colby’s hip.
Colby wasn’t sure why Hunter wasn’t finishing the sentence, and he didn’t care.
He lifted a hand and pressed it to Hunter’s left pec, on top of his thin old T-shirt, and brushed his thumb over Hunter’s nipple.
He watched Hunter’s Adam's apple bob. “Are you high?”
“Not high, not drunk,” Colby confirmed, and then he brushed Hunter’s nipple again. Hunter inhaled sharply and stepped into Colby.
Their bodies were pressed together so close Colby could feel Hunter’s heartbeat against his own sternum, and it was wild. “Just so fucking turned on I could die.”
“Me too,” Hunter confessed.
Colby’s hand slipped down Hunter’s body and cupped the front of his sweats. Hunter was utterly and completely hard. “What do we do about it?”
“I mean… I have an idea.”
“Me too.” Kissing Hunter on the mouth felt like too much of a confirmation of something they probably weren’t ready to face, but…
his neck… Colby’s lips grazed it. His neck was warm, and he smelled like the almond sugar body wash in the shower.
Hunter sighed. His hand cupped the back of Colby’s head, tangling his fingers in his hair.
“Suck it. Hard. Leave a mark. I want you to.”
Colby opened his mouth and pressed it to Hunter’s skin.
Hunter held Colby’s head to keep his lips on his neck, just above his collarbone.
There were a million reasons why giving Hunter a hickey was a terrible idea, but the thought of him back in Canada, staring in the mirror at that mark and thinking of Colby…
or makeup artists seeing it and thinking “this man belongs to someone” that was too powerful a dream to resist. So, Colby palmed Hunter’s dick with one hand and cradled his head with the other and sucked on that sensitive flesh like it was a career.
Hunter responded by whimpering and rubbing the front of his pants, rock hard cock and all, into Colby’s palm.
When Colby pulled back, Hunter’s flesh was angry and turning purple, but Hunter’s eyes were hooded and dark—so fucking gloriously dark.
He grabbed the edges of Colby’s ratty Stevie Nicks T-shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it to the ground.
Hunter ran his fingers down Colby’s bare sides and turned him, so they were chest to chest, and Colby’s back was to the bed.
His hands went to the waistband of Colby’s sweats and hesitated, fingertips dipping under the elastic. “I wanna touch you.”
“Do it.”
Colby held his breath as Hunter’s hand fully breached his waistband and slid over his hard cock.
Oh God, why did this make him feel so alive?
Why hadn’t it felt like this with women yet?
Everything in him warmed, came to life. He wrapped his arms around Hunter’s neck and sighed, tipping his head back as Hunter wrapped his long fingers around Colby’s shaft.
“I wanna… It’s fucking nuts, but I… can I blow you? ”
“You can do anything you want,” Colby said, his voice shaky but not his desire.
That was strong. He’d honestly never let himself entertain the possibility of wanting this, not in real life.
Only in the secrecy of his mind. Where he could convince himself, it was a harmless fantasy.
But now… God, now, he was fucking dying for that fantasy to come to life. With Hunter.
Hunter pressed into him, giving Colby’s dick a gentle but firm stroke before releasing it and pushing Colby down onto the bed.
Colby crawled up the mattress, so his head was on the pillows, and as he did, Hunter yanked Colby’s sweats down and off his body.
Colby was completely naked, Hunter was completely clothed.
He felt vulnerable, and that turned his mild panic to moderate.
As if Hunter sensed it, he flashed a small reassuring smile and reached behind his head and pulled his own shirt off.
Colby leaned forward and tucked his fingers into the waistband of Hunter’s sweats by his left hip and tugged them down.
Hunter took the hint and shoved them all the way off, too.
He wasn’t wearing underwear, so his long, hard, leaking length joined the party, and Colby smiled at it like he was greeting a long-lost friend.
Then Hunter crawled up onto the bed on top of Colby, lying naked flesh-to-flesh from chest to toe, which made them both shiver.
Hunter buried his face in Colby’s neck as Colby moved his hips to grind against him.
Hunter still had a goal, so he slipped lower, down Colby’s torso, his lips leaving a hungry trail of kisses, until he was between Colby’s legs.
Colby inhaled sharply at the first tentative lick of his shaft.
He hadn’t ever had a guy do this to him.
Girls had, and it was… good. A mouth was a mouth, right?
Colby’s brain tried to rationalize, but then Hunter lifted Colby’s cock and slid the whole fucking thing into his mouth and jesusfuckingchrist…
Colby lifted his hips. Hunter pulled back. “Sorry.”
“No,” Hunter replied and wrapped his hand around it again. “I was just surprised. Do it again if you want.”