14. I already miss you #3
And his lips covered Colby’s tip again, and Hunter’s tongue skimmed over Colby’s slit, and then he slid down his cock again.
And Jesus. Yeah. This was better than good.
Despite Hunter’s words, Colby fought to keep his hips still.
He put his hands in Hunter’s dark, silky hair and watched.
He’d never done that before, just watched someone suck him off.
He usually closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation.
But he couldn’t take his eyes off Hunter.
Hunter had a unique mouth. It was the first thing Colby noticed about him in that restroom.
Hunter’s bottom lip was fuller than his top, which flattened out even more when he smiled or, when he had his mouth around a cock, apparently.
He also had a cupid’s bow, but it was subtle, like a gentle wave.
Colby wanted to know what those lips felt against his own, fuller, smaller mouth.
Was it crazy that he knew what they felt like around his cock, but not on his mouth? That he would likely never know?
Hunter had one hand splayed across Colby’s thigh and the other played with his balls for a bit before wrapping around his base to move in sync with his mouth.
Now it was impossible for Colby to keep still or watch Hunter.
Because now Hunter was watching him, and it was too fucking hot.
The sensations, the feelings, the view —all of it.
Colby threw an arm over his eyes and moaned as his hips started to move and his fingers on his other hand curled into Hunter’s hair. “Fuck… I’m gonna. I’m… gonna.”
Hunter pulled back but kept his hand moving over Colby’s cock, and with a guttural moan, Colby came.
Hunter watched Colby make a mess of his own stomach, and when he let his grip on Colby’s cock go, he had to fight like hell to resist the urge to lick Colby’s cum off his knuckles.
Because that would be… gay. Instead, he wiped them on his own discarded shirt and then tossed the shirt onto Colby’s stomach.
As Colby wiped up his mess, Hunter started to get off the bed, unsure of what to do next.
He had to go somewhere and take care of his own aching, neglected cock.
He wasn’t about to assume Colby would take care of it for him, but Colby grabbed his wrist and tugged him back toward the bed.
He was standing, his back to the bed, facing Hunter, staring at him with wide, glassy, hungry eyes. “Now I wanna…”
His eyes dropped to Hunter’s cock. “You… You don’t have to.”
“I want to unless you don’t want it,” Colby said.
“I want it so fucking much it’s embarrassing,” Hunter breathed.
“Has a guy ever...?” Hunter shook his head and looked away, embarrassed, until Colby added. “You were the first for me too. Guy, I mean.”
Hunter dared to glance at Colby again, with flaming cheeks.
A smile flickered on Colby’s face, and then he let go of Hunter’s wrist to wrap his hand around Hunter’s shaft.
Hunter sucked his lips into his mouth and inhaled sharply.
He forced himself to keep his eyes open and watch as Colby dropped onto his knees on the floor in front of Hunter.
Colby opened his mouth and took Hunter’s length between his lips.
“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen right now,” Hunter rasped. Colby was clearly emboldened by the confession and immediately lost the small amount of hesitation Hunter could feel in the softness of his lips and the tentative slide of his tongue.
Was it the most skilled blow job Hunter had ever gotten?
No. But it was the most sensual and the most exciting.
Colby had lips that felt like they were made to be wrapped around Hunter.
At least, that’s how Hunter felt. Colby used his tongue in a rhythmic swirling motion, and between that and the fact that Hunter was buzzing with the sight of Colby on his knees and the puffy way his own lips felt from giving his first blow job, he wasn’t going to last. “Stop. I’m gonna… ”
Colby popped off, and Hunter pushed his hand away and wrapped his own around his cock as his knees buckled as he came.
Hunter’s come landed on Colby’s chest and then his thighs, as Hunter used his free hand to grip Colby’s shoulder as he crumpled to his knees.
Hunter’s eyes were pinched shut, and he struggled to breathe. “Fucking hell…”
“Yeah…” Colby said. There was silence for a few long moments, and then Colby dared to whisper. “Now what?”
Hunter opened his eyes and looked at his best friend. He reached for the other discarded shirt that was on the floor nearby and dropped it onto Colby’s sticky thighs. “Now we shower. Together, if you want. And then we sleep.”
Colby lowered his blue eyes to watch Hunter wipe his thighs for him. “And tomorrow I go make a movie, and you write music and perform your talented ass off until I can come back here, and we can do this again.”
“Again?” Colby cited his gaze and stared into Hunter’s cognac eyes.
“If you want.”
“Yeah. I want.”