Chapter 13 #3
Tate's smile had Pilot's insides coming undone.
Instead of answering, Tate opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue a little, making it flat.
Pilot's cock knew it wanted in there, and fully hardened in a hurry.
He rubbed it across Tate's tongue, the head sliding back and forth, wet and spongy, then Tate's lips circled around his dick and he sucked.
Pilot couldn't stop his hips from thrusting in and out.
If he kept going, the need for his trip to the drugstore would be obsolete. “Want to fuck you, Tate.”
“Mmm,” Tate hummed around his cock.
“Oh, Jesus!”
Tate pulled away from his cock, laughing. “Oh, no! You don't get to use it if I don't. You're supposed to say Easter Bunny!” He laughed again and licked at the underside of the crown of Pilot’s cock.
“Tate,” he growled, pushing Tate back down on the bed and dragging him toward the head of the bed where they'd started.
“Is it okay that I like hearing my name like that?”
Pilot didn't know how to answer Tate's shy question, so he kissed him instead. His tongue thrust in and out, just like he'd done to his tight, little hole earlier. He scraped his teeth across that plump bottom lip, then licked at it. “Want you,” he said again.
Tate answered the same way he had the last time, “Please.”
Pilot was inclined to give Tate anything he asked for as long as it involved coming and having Tate in his arms. He popped open the lube and started the process of opening Tate up by sliding his slicked finger where his tongue had been earlier.
Tate pushed his ass up toward his hand. He really wanted it.
Pilot just hoped it was him that Tate wanted and not just quick hot sex.
Why that mattered to him, he didn't know.
But, his brain had stopped working right from the first second he saw Tate.
And smelled him. He pushed his face into Tate's belly, smelling that citrusy skin.
He wanted to smell and taste every bit of this man.
He stuck his tongue in Tate's belly button, making him wiggle.
Pilot added more lube and another finger and wrangled Tate’s body around to where he wanted it, sliding him down a little so he could attack Tate's mouth again.
First, he licked his long neck and behind his ear.
Tate giggled and squealed at Pilot's snuffling.
Playing with Tate made him ridiculously happy.
He could almost feel the joy in his chest like a tangible thing.
Yet, it wasn't something that could last even if he wanted it to. Did he want it to?
Tate's hips flexed, as he tried to get more of Pilot's fingers, so Pilot gave him more.
“I want your cock, Pilot. Gah! Fuck me, bunny.”
Pilot snorted at the name, but he really didn't care what Tate wanted to call him.
He pulled his fingers away. Tate groaned and thrust his hips again, making the edge of Pilot's mouth quirk up.
He hadn't smiled this much since he was a kid and maybe not even then.
Sex had never been such a delight. It had always been about getting off, but with Tate it was more about the fun and just being together.
He didn't kid himself, though, it was also about getting off.
Yet, he wanted to see Tate come, more than he wanted to come himself. That was entirely new.
He ripped open the condom and rolled it on, pinching the tip. Tate leaned up and squirted the lube on his cock, and stroked it several good times.
“Now, please.”
“Why such a hurry? Damn. Give me a second.”
“I just...ugh! Pilot. My last time wasn’t so good. I want to replace those memories with something better. You’re better.” He laid back on the bed and spread his legs, knees up and wide apart. “Way better. Please.”
The sight had Pilot almost losing it right there. He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. “I hope so.”
Tate squirmed beneath him, probably anticipating the fucking he was about to get.
Pilot didn't want to keep him waiting and he really liked the idea of being a good memory for Tate. A part of him deep down wanted to give Tate tons and tons of memories, but he couldn’t go there.
He shoved those thoughts down and lined up his cock and started pushing.
The mechanics worked out quickly enough, and he was completely inside Tate, holding still, and waiting for Tate to get used to him.
“Go. Now. Move. Gah! Please,” Tate moaned and rolled his head against the mattress.
Pilot started out slowly, pulling out and pushing back in. Tate panted, eyes squinted shut. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just, uh, keep moving,” Tate said, as he canted his hips a bit. And just like that his expression changed to pure bliss.
“Did I get it?”
“What's your fucking name?”
Pilot laughed a bit as he picked up speed. He didn't want to give up his secret. He just wanted to fuck. In and out, he slid through Tate's ass, hopefully brushing the prostate. He wanted Tate to feel good. “You like?”
“Yes, faster. More.”
Pilot stretched over Tate, wrapping his arms around his rib cage.
He pulled Tate up off the mattress. Tate's legs wrapped around his waist. “I've got you,” Pilot said with a breathy voice.
He wanted to be as close as possible. Tate wrapped his arms around Pilot's neck.
He still wanted closer; he pulled Tate tighter. “Want you.”
“Pilot,” Tate groaned. “Fucking's never been like this.” He worked his thighs, pushing up and back along with Pilot's own thrusts.
He agreed with Tate. He'd never felt this intimate with anyone before. Tate opened his eyes, locking gazes with Pilot. In that moment, he was pretty sure Tate could see his soul.
“What's your name?” he asked again.
Pilot was no longer capable of keeping the secret. He turned everything over to this man. “Sean. Sean Mahan.” He thrust faster and harder.
Tate groaned loudly, “Sean! Mmm...Fuck, me, now!”
He dropped Tate's shoulders back down to the bed and dug his knees into the mattress, aiming for better leverage.
He fucked Tate with everything he had, feeling his orgasm building slowly, tingling in the small of his back and slowly traveling up his spine and into his stomach.
He started grunting, uncontrollably, needing just a little more.
“Now, now, fu—” Tate called out, just seconds before his face contorted and his cock spewed out between them.
Tate opened his eyes in the very last second.
They were dark with huge pupils and just a slim line of mossy green circling, but beyond their color, they were pleading for something Pilot didn't know if he could give.
He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and with a groan, his orgasm raced over him, locking him up. He grunted, feeling momentarily paralyzed as he released into the condom.
Pilot stretched out in the bed and pulled Tate up against him. He didn't want to get dressed and drive Tate back to his own hotel. He didn't want Tate to leave at all. Ever. The thought scared him, mostly because he knew it wasn't possible. “What'd you mean about not having a home earlier?”
“I meant I don't. Everything's in storage except a suitcase.”
“So, where are you going tomorrow?” The race was over. Pilot couldn't imagine not having a home base to return to and the thought of Tate on the street had him squirming.
Tate shrugged, cuddling into his side. After a minute or two, his breathing evened out, and Pilot thought he'd fallen asleep. He was okay with that, so he snuggled Tate closer, contemplating whether to ask him to go home with him.
Tate yawned loudly. “I may go hang with Davey out at The Ranch. Or go back to the camp in North Carolina.” His words were sleepy.
“What camp?”
“They have a track and a gym. I can stay there. MSR pays for it.” Tate rolled over, shoving his ass up against Pilot. He couldn't resist and rolled toward Tate, spooning him. He'd never cuddled a hook up before. Tate was somehow more than that already.
“Davey will let you go out there?”
“I'm pretty sure. Don't worry about it.”
Pilot grunted. He worried. A little.
They lay there quietly in the dark. Pilot listened to Tate's breathing. “I like you, Tate,” he whispered softly, nudging Tate's ear with his nose.
“Mmm.” Tate wiggled his hips a little, his bare ass and legs rubbing against Pilot, causing a little friction against his cock. It started to stir with the movement and Pilot considered going another round.
“I wish things were different, Tate.”
Another hip wiggle. “Different how?”
“Our lifestyles make it hard to be anything more than friends.”
Tate twisted in his arms. Their cocks bumped against each other like the giraffes fighting for mates that he saw on National Geographic, both immediately thickening. He looked down into Tate's face, open and teasing. “Maybe friends with some benefits?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Pilot wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Instead, he leaned down and kissed those crazy eyebrows and rubbed his nose against Tate's. “Yeah,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around Tate's shoulders. “I'd rather keep you close.”
Tate's face pressed into Pilot's neck. He could feel his eyelashes fluttering against his skin. Then his tongue licked. “How'd you get your nickname, Pilot?”
“You just want to steal all of my secrets, don't you?” Pilot rolled, pushing Tate onto his back beneath him. He snapped his hips, making their cocks battle again.
“Yes. Gimme.”
Pilot wasn't sure if he meant his secrets or his cock, so he chose the latter.
He reached down between them, grabbing both of their cocks in his hand.
Tate thrust up like a little rabbit and made huffing noises as he chased after his orgasm.
His cock rubbed against Pilot's with quick strokes.
Pilot didn't try to keep up, just let Tate get his.
When he came, squirting all over Pilot's cock and fingers, Pilot groaned and his own orgasm came just a few pumps later.