Page 29 of Uncharted

“Stop!” he said with a laugh, and his grip tightened around the base and jerked my hips forward, fucking into his grip. “Oh…oh, fuck.”

“What?”

“That was…look, just kiss me. Talking about it while we’re doing it is too weird.”

I thought we had crossed into ‘too weird’ territory the minute we had gone from trying to kiss each other to full-on groping, but I wasn’t going to argue. I would have never guessed that I would have been so hellbent on screwing around with another guy that I learned how to keep my mouth shut, but there we were.

“Hold up,” he said, and wriggled underneath me. It took a moment of him pushing against me before I realized what he wanted, and I rolled onto my back and brought him with me, so he was on top of me. “Oh, well, that’s…okay.”

He reached down and took me in his hand, but he pulled me out of my shorts, so I was completely exposed to the cool air. His hands were warm though, and I welcomed the feel of him stroking me as he leaned forward, pushing his cock against mine and holding both of us. That was certainly an experience I would never have with a woman, but the feel of his hand and his cock sliding against mine was definitely one I wasn’t going to argue with.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, and then I reached up and pulled him toward me.

The height difference was enough that he had to stretch to reach my mouth, and I had to hunch so he could still grip both of us, but that was fine. His mouth was on mine, and his breath came out in a harsh huff before our tongues were sliding over one another again.

There wasn’t much for me to do with my hands except hold him. One hand found his hip, the other wrapped around his neck to hold him close, fingers pushing into his warm skin. I thrust up into his grip, my cock dragging against his, and a shiver of excitement rippled through me when he groaned.

I had made him make that noise…me.

And how easily it came to me, I didn’t want to do anything else but make sure he never stopped making those noises.

I pulled him tighter, my hand on his hip moving down to grab his ass, and I discovered I was clearly still an ass man, irrespective of gender, or at least with Reno. His legs were clamped on my hips, and I could feel them shaking. I wondered if he was having a hard time keeping upright.

That was until I felt the same tremble in his grip around us, and I heard the shaking in his voice as he gave another groan. I thrust up into his grip again, making the shivering grow stronger. I kept up the rocking motion, feeling my muscles grow tighter. I knew what was on its way, and while I was definitely chasing our orgasms, I didn’t want it to end.

Except it was bound to end at some point, and I could feel Reno was even closer. His hips rocked into his thrusts, as if he was trying to grind down into me, and I gasped when the force he was using both hurt and sent another jolt of pleasure through me.

Reno whimpered, and it almost undid me right then and there. Then I learned that was the sign of his undoing, as his body went wire-tight and he pushed harder against my mouth and groaned heavily. I could feel the way his dick jerked in his grasp and warmth splattered over my cock and torso, splattering exposed skin and my shirt.

“Fuck,” I breathed as I realized he wasn’t done and he practically coated me. “That’s⁠—”

Hot.

It was fucking hot.

His grip was weak, and I nudged it aside as I let him catch his breath, wrapping my hand around my cock, careful not to touch his so shortly after getting off. I was more of a ‘lube while jerking it’ kind of guy, and how handy was it that he had just given me that. I needed to get myself off before the moment was broken and he came back to his senses.

Except he didn’t do that; he flopped next to me, cupping my face and pulling me toward him so he could kiss me. The slickness of his cum on my dick made it easy for my hand to fly back and forth as I jerked off desperately. He was quiet, but I could still feel him, still taste the whiskey lingering on his tongue, and I was chasing it as much as I was chasing my orgasm.

When it slammed into me, it took my breath away as the pleasure bowled through me. Another splash of warmth met the one Reno had left on me as I lay there, body taut, coming hard. I groaned harshly into his mouth as the power of the orgasm dwindled. I was left trying to catch my breath, my hand, stomach, dick, and shirt covered in cum.

“Holy shit,” I breathed out as my body finally eased back onto the comforter and I was left with the sight of the stars above me. And then Reno’s face came into view as he leaned over me, a complicated expression on his face, but I could see he was worried. “Hey.”

“Hi,” he said, sounding as nervous as he looked. “You, uh…okay?”

“Think I’m doin’ slightly better than okay,” I admitted, lifting my head to look at myself and snort. “Can’t say the same for the rest of me, kinda…messy. Geez, dude, when was the last time ya got off?”

“Sorry,” he said and watched as I sat up and took off my shirt to wipe myself down.

“For what? Doin’ what guys do when they get off?” I wondered incredulously. “That’s wild.”

“You’re an idiot,” he said with a huff, and I didn’t take offense. The whole thing was pretty weird, and while he was good about going with the flow, Reno was also more prone to overthinking and worrying than me, so I was sure he was settling into his own head. That he was able to make a lighthearted jab at me was probably a good sign.

“Sometimes,” I said with a snort, and tossed the shirt into the grass and looked at him. “Reno?”

He glanced over, his brow furrowing as he looked at my naked torso and then down at his hands. He had tucked himself away at some point, and I briefly wondered if he would look or feel different to me if I saw him naked again. I pushed the thought away because I could practically hear the cogs in his head going into overdrive as he stared at his hands.

“You were supposed to come out here and make me stop overthinkin’, not get yourself thinkin’ too much,” I told him softly, putting my hand over one of his. He stared at our hands, glancing up at me and snorting softly.