9. Xander #2
I lowered my mouth to his. It was tentative at first, flighty and soft like the winged wonders all around us.
But the taste and feel of him soon loosened the unease.
He flicked his tongue over my lower lip.
I softly moaned before twisting around to face him and deepen the kiss.
His hands skittered up my sides, making me gasp at the ticklish sensations.
I slid my arms around him, pressing him close, and was about to rub my hard dick against his when a child nearby giggled.
A woman behind us made a tsking sound. I released him, lifted my head, and stared at his heavy-lidded face.
A face as familiar as my own but so much more beautiful.
A face that held dreams and fantasies. Could they be mine? Did we dare?
“Do you believe in dreams?” I asked as my head swam with forbidden possibilities.
“Of course.” He rose to his toes to brush a timid peck over my mouth. “Are you dreaming about something in particular?”
“Maybe.” My head was filled with gossamer nonsense. Silly romantic fluff that would, I was sure, evaporate like fog when the sun touches it. “Your brother… ”
“Will have to deal.” He stepped back, took my hand, and led me from the enclosure.
Gripping his thin fingers tightly like the lifeline they were, I plodded along beside him, unable to sort through the mishmash of warring thoughts.
Esmar awaited us at the brightly painted welcome sign.
He said nothing about us holding hands. Guess he was used to gay people.
Few of the tourists had cared either. A couple might have looked askance but no one said anything.
We both rode in the back. Mason at my side, his fingers still woven with mine.
The wind whistled around us, Mason’s thick hair whipping about.
I wanted to touch it so badly but just couldn’t bring myself to do so in front of our driver.
Maybe, someday, with someone to guide me, I’d be able to engage in PDAs like the rest of the world.
The ride back to the hotel went by quickly. Mason and I didn’t talk much. He just remained nestled into my side, his thumb rubbing over my wrist, his smile wistful and filled with promise. I think I tipped Esmar before we bumbled into the hotel lobby and past the registration desk.
And then there we were. Staring at a long corridor of doors. Mason gave my hand a squeeze to pull me from the sight of his door.
“Nothing more has to happen today,” he assured me.
“I want more to happen.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I am sure. I’m tired of living on the empty side of the glass.”
He lifted my scarred knuckles to his pink lips—from now on pink was my favorite color—and led me slowly to his room. My heart was hammering in my chest as he scanned the key. The beep and click nearly made my knees buckle.
Somehow we managed to get inside and place his new camera on the desk before we pounced on each other.
Mason was a wonderful kisser. His tongue was slick and talented.
I lifted him from the floor, his tight ass cradled in my palms. With a grunt he wound around me like a jungle vine, legs around my waist, arms looped around my neck.
Each swipe of his tongue over mine made me shudder.
I wanted to weep in joy but opted to carry him to the bed instead.
We fell into it, his hands sliding under my shirt as I nipped at his plump lower lip.
“Off,” he huffed as I wedged a leg between his thighs.
I sat back, ripped off my shirt and threw it across the room.
He wiggled free of his tank top, and I was left gobsmacked by the svelte beauty of his body.
I ran my fingertips over his chest, around his dark pink—I love pink!
—nipples and marveled as they pebbled. He rolled and writhed under me, his prick stiff as a new pencil. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Just… I’ve never been here before. I don’t know how to love you as I want to. Please don’t let me hurt you. What if I hurt you. What if I’m just too rough—”
“You’ll do fine. I’ll show you.” He reached for my cock, rubbing it through my pants.
I gasped and bucked. He smiled at me as his fingers tugged down the zipper of my shorts.
My cock was heavy and hot and eager. It pushed free of my briefs.
Mason purred like a puma as his fingers wrapped around my length.
“God,” I panted as I ripped at the button of his shorts, sending the silver circlet flying. “Sorry.”
“Fuck don’t be sorry. I love how hot you are for me.”
I fell over him, capturing his mouth, licking deep. I ran my tongue over his teeth then sparred with him as I fished out his dick. He sucked in a sharp inhalation when I fisted his long, lean cock.
“Mm, fuck, yeah. Both of us. I want to feel your cock next to mine,” he growled, and I was happy to oblige. My hand barely fit around us both. He wiggled his fingers between us to cup my hand. “Xander, oh shit. Pump. Harder. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!”
Hearing my name burst out of him on such a passionate shout was all it took for me.
I let the tingles in my spine overtake me as Mason covered our fingers with spunk.
The hot rush of semen coated our cocks. I grunted and spewed all over our hands and stomachs.
Mason grabbed my head, left hand over my right ear, and kissed me with hot, wet swipes of tongue.
“God, ah God,” I huffed into his mouth as my hips twitched. He nibbled at my lips then along my jaw, his nails scraping my scalp, his ass leaving the bed as we milked ourselves and each other.
“So good. So, so good.” He tasted me again as we struggled for each breath. I sat back, easing my weight off him. His eyes met mine and they were still smoldering. He lifted his sticky fingers to his mouth then slid them between his lips.
“Holy hell,” I moaned at the sight. He cleaned his hand off then grabbed mine by the wrist. A tremor ran through me as he flicked his tongue between my fingers to get every warm droplet of our combined cum. “Never seen anything so hot.”
He sucked on my thumb, which made my dick swell with surprising speed.
Uncaring of the damage caused, we kicked off our shorts, ignoring the rip of a seam or the pop of a zipper.
I had to be naked with him. Right now, or I might die.
Mason moved over me and humped me until I was on the cusp then he wiggled down between my legs.
Eyes locked with mine; he took the fat purple head of my dick into his mouth.
Starbursts exploded outward from my balls.
I pumped a load down his throat. He swallowed it with noisy, greedy humming sounds.
I was wrung out after the second mind-altering orgasm but had enough in me to flip him to his back, spread his toned thighs, and settle between them to suck him off.
He came with a shout and lots of clawing.
My shoulders burned from his nails, but I couldn’t care less.
He whispered my name lovingly as he came.
I’d never had that before. Hell, most of the men I hooked up with didn’t know my name and there had been a reason for that.
But now, with Mason, I could share what made me Xander with him.
I could love him fully. I kissed my way up his slim body to his lips.
They were dark pink and puffy. I touched mine to his.
He gathered me close and kissed me with such devotion it made my eyes wet.
“I’ll show you to your dreams,” he whispered as he pulled the covers up over us then snuggled up tight.
“I love you, Mason.”
He sighed softly against my hair, “And I love you.”
“We’re good then?”
“A long way past good, and on to awesome.”
As I lay there with him tight to my side, I knew things would never be the same from this day on. Nor did I want them to be. Whatever came of this, of us, we’d face it down. It was that simple. I wasn’t about to let this walking dream go.