Page 40 of Under Water

He shoves a hand past the waistband of my sweats and takes my dick into his hand. His skin is warm and a little dry, and normally I like it with a ton of lube, but there’s something about the fact that he’s the one touching me that makes this the best moment of my fucking life.

“I am going to nut in ten seconds if you’re not careful,” I warn him, rocking into the circle of his fingers.

“Yeah? I get you that hot?” he rumbles into my ear.

“You have no fucking idea. Just…Christ. Kiss me again? Please?”

He does. He doesn’t even hesitate for a second before he’s devouring my mouth with the same rhythm as he takes to jerking me off. His arm moves fast, and something about the sound of fapping and the rustle of clothing as he gets me off sends me flying over the edge.

I see sparks in the pitch-blackness, and I come on a hard groan, which Rune swallows down as he squeezes me harder and jerks me faster, like he’s trying to milk the come from my body. My head starts to spin when I run out of breath, but before I can beg him to let me go, his fingers go loose, and his kisses turn into little nudges against my mouth with his own.

He’s breathing heavily and rocking his hips, and as I start to come down from the almost violent high, I realize he’s still hard.

“Can I?” I whisper.

He nods against the side of my head, then pulls his hand out of my sweats. I hear the sound of a zipper and feel him rock from side to side as he gets his jeans down around his thighs.

Then he rolls toward me again, and his hot, naked cock flops against my lower stomach.

I’ve never done this. I’ve never touched another man before. I would give literally anything to see him right then, but it’s not worth turning on the light and breaking this spell. The moment feels fragile, like if one single thing goes wrong, Rune will get up and run, and I’m not willing to risk that.

So I trace a touch over his length, and as I come to the head, I realize he’s different from me.

“You’re uncut?”

“Yeah. Weird?” he asks in a tight voice.

“Fuck no. I’m jealous.” I curl my hand around him and let the foreskin gently provide the motion as he starts to move his hips. He takes it in sharp thrusts, his ass snapping back and forth, and I squeeze harder.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck. Just like that,” he moans.

Baby? Jesus. My dick kicks like it wants to get hard again, and I breathe through it as I follow his motion with my hand. I doubt I can stay quiet, so I fix my mouth to a spot near his collarbone, sink my teeth in, then suck on him the way he was doing to me.

His skin is salty and hot, and I can’t get enough.

As he takes his pleasure in me, I let myself think about what it would be like to be fucked by him. To be stretched open and lubed up and maybe put on my hands and knees. He’d be behind me, holding my hips, fucking my hole like he’s fucking my hand right now and…

“Oh god,” I groan against his chest.

He moans with me, then suddenly picks up speed, and the next thing I know, hot ropes of come are shooting all over my stomach. He lets out a shattered grunt as he falls against me, knocking my hand out of the way so he can hump his still mostly hard dick against the mess he made.

Like he’s marking me.

That sends something shooting up my spine I try to ignore because it feels too much like affection. This was hot as fuck and pretty much solidified that I’m not straight because yeah. I liked that he came on me.

But I don’t want to get into my feelings.

There’s a big difference between Rune wanting to fuck me and him wanting to make something of this.

“You okay?” he asks after a long beat. His hips are still moving a little, and his hands are now wandering up and down my back.

“Mm. Amazing.”

“It wasn’t too much? Too weird?”

I shrug against him and breathe out as I tip my head down, and my nose lands in his hair. He smells so fucking good. “I mean, I might have a crisis about it later, who knows. But right now, I feel great.”

“Not straight, then?”