Smoky Mountain Dreams (43 page)

Jesse stood beside the bed with one foot on the
mattress and Christopher kneeling before him. Christopher’s dick jutted up
against his stomach, and he played with it as Jesse slowly fucked his mouth.
Christopher’s hot, slippery, textured tongue slid along Jesse’s length as he
thrust past Christopher’s soft pallet and into his gripping throat.

“Damn,” Jesse whispered, gazing down at Christopher’s wet
lashes, pink cheeks, and red, bruised-looking lips stretched around the base of
his dick. “Fucking hot, babe.”

Christopher held Jesse’s hips harder as he pulled back and
then slid down his shaft again, moaning, his shoulders flushed and his chest
and neck red as he worked. Liquid, amazing warmth, pressure, and tightness
gripped Jesse’s cockhead as Christopher’s throat clenched around him.

“Yes,” Jesse murmured, gripping Christopher’s hair in both
hands rolling his hips, pumping his cock in and out carefully. His nipples
tingled and ached, and he wished he could let go of Christopher’s hair to pinch
them, but he wanted to hold on too, angling his cock just right as he fucked
Christopher’s sweet, shining face. “You’re doing such a good job. Jesus, look
at your mouth. Look at you slobbering for me.”

Wet saliva slipped down Jesse’s shaft and over Christopher’s
chin, dripping down to the carpet and sliding over Jesse’s balls in waves of
spit that made their rhythmic contact against Christopher’s scratchy jaw sound
perversely wet and wonderful. Jesse put his head back, squeezing his eyes as he
moved his hips. Christopher slid his fingers into Jesse’s crack.

He grunted as Christopher trailed them over his hole. “Yeah.
Give me two. Rub my prostate,” Jesse murmured.

Christopher pulled off his dick and used some of the copious
spit to douse his fingers, an almost shy smile on his face as he licked and
slathered his fingers until they were plenty wet. “Do you want me to fuck you
tonight?” Christopher asked, voice gravelly, and eyes glassy.

Jesse shook his head. He’d have to explain to Christopher
later but it just wasn’t his bag. He’d rather fuck Christopher, who
loved
it, any day. “I have other things in mind.”

Christopher’s eyes shone with anticipation and Jesse was
relieved he wasn’t disappointed. “Yeah? What things?”

Jesse smirked. “Nothing too elaborate. Just gonna eat your
ass and fuck you until you come for me.”

Christopher grinned. “Sounds perfect.”

They’d showered after taking a dip in the hot tub on the
deck. They’d spent an hour out there watching the stars, talking, and making
out like teenagers. Jesse could still smell the faint traces of chlorine on
Christopher’s skin and he wanted to replace the scent with the sweetness of
Christopher’s sweat and the tanginess of their mingled cum.

“Get on the bed.”

Christopher laughed and shook his head. “Not done here yet.”
He took hold of Jesse’s cock, sucking it back in and then popping off. “I didn’t
get these fingers wet for nothing. Gonna make you squirm on them,” Christopher
said, pushing his slick fingers between Jesse’s ass cheeks.

Jesse smirked as Christopher took his cock back in his
mouth, gasping softly at the burn of one finger pushing into him. He shifted
the foot still on the mattress, widening his stance. “Fuck, it’s been awhile.”

Christopher blinked at him, not giving up his cock to
comment, and Jesse closed his eyes as Christopher’s second finger pushed into
him—burning, tight, and a little weird—but then he grunted as Christopher
crooked his fingers to push against his prostate.

“Yeah,” Jesse said, gripping Christopher’s hair again,
thrusting into his mouth as Christopher worked his gland. “So good, babe. You’ve
got the right—ah! Yeah, the right place. Right there. Shit.”

Christopher closed his eyes and Jesse stared down at him,
burning fullness from his ass and the friction against his hole seeming to
slide over his skin, making every part of him feel like it was being sucked or
finger-fucked, and when his prostate was nailed good and hard, his brain and
nipples and even the soles of his feet felt like they were going to explode
into orgasm.

“Wanna fuck you,” Jesse said, pulling free of Christopher’s
mouth. “Get on the bed.”

Christopher slid his fingers out of Jesse’s ass, and the
residual burn disappeared quickly, leaving Jesse’s hole, nipples, and prostate
feeling buzzy and sensitized, the air currents in the room zinging his cock and
nipples. His balls ached to come.

Christopher crawled onto the bed, shaking his ass at Jesse
with each move across the sheets, and looking over his shoulder with a silly,
mischievous smile. “I think you said something about eating my ass?” He shook
it again. “Come and get it.”

Jesse grinned and dove onto the bed. He laughed as
Christopher rolled away from him, sliding off the other side of the mattress.

“If you want to eat it, you’ll have to work a little harder
than that.”

Jesse lunged at Christopher and dragged him back onto the
bed, the two of them kissing, wrestling, laughing, and pushing against each
other. Their cocks and balls slid against skin and mattress, their arms and
legs, and elbows and knees tangling and banging. Laughter echoed in the room as
Christopher wriggled free of Jesse’s grasp, and eventually bested him, throwing
him over onto his stomach.

“How about I taste your ass first?”

Jesse moaned. It’d been a while. Marcy had never been
squeamish but he hadn’t let anyone rim him in a long fucking time. Christopher
wasn’t waiting for permission though, pushing Jesse’s ass cheeks apart and
diving in.

“Jesus! God!” Jesse grunted. It was so intense. He’d almost
forgotten how it felt, and he reached for a pillow, burying his face in it as
he hitched up his legs, spreading his thighs to give Christopher more room to
work.

“Yeah, you like it,” Christopher murmured. “Give me your
hole.”

Jesse whimpered as Christopher ate him with gusto, licking,
biting, sucking, and pushing in his tongue—warm, slick, and twisting. Jesse bit
into the pillow and humped his cock against the bed sheets, feeling the sweet
tension and pump of a spurt of pre-cum releasing. He reached back, grabbed
Christopher’s head, and held him in place, yelling into the pillow as
Christopher worked his tongue and teeth over Jesse’s asshole.

Finally Christopher pulled his head free and rolled Jesse
over, crawling up to kiss him and then mouth down his neck as Jesse tried to
get his shit together, panting through the overwhelming shudders that wracked
him. He tangled his hands in Christopher’s hair, sliding through the loose shag
and tugging at the ends, bringing him back up and kissing him—touching the
gloss of Christopher’s teeth with his tongue, sucking his sweet, plump lip into
his mouth, and releasing it with a pop.

“My turn,” Christopher said, flopping down next to Jesse on
his belly and pushing his ass up. “I’m so horny. I might come if anything
touches my dick, though, so be warned.”

Jesse shoved Christopher flat against the mattress with his
body and ground his hips down as Christopher laughed and shuddered.

“Dammit! Jesse, I’m serious!”

Jesse chuckled and released Christopher’s hips, but rolled
him onto his back. “Get your knees up. Hold yourself open for me.”

Jesse sat back on his heels, gazing down on the picture
Christopher made with his knees held up and apart so that his legs spread wide,
his chest flushed, nipples hard and needy, and eyes wide. “Fuck, yeah. You are
so fucking hot.” Jesse dove down to suck Christopher’s nipples, licking the
nubs and then biting softly, sucking the right and then the left, and then the
right again. His cock dragged against Christopher’s. The slick velvet heat of
them both made his head swim, and he pulled away, kissing down Christopher’s
dark blond treasure trail and burying his nose in Christopher’s pubic hair. He
shoved on Christopher’s hips, rolling him back until his hole was exposed.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

He bent low and blew on it first, watching the way
Christopher clenched and released. “Want this?”

“Please, yes. Jesse, please.”

“Mmm, you’re so fucking delicious, Chris. Want to lick you
and bite you until you come for me.”

“Do it then, dammit.” Christopher squirmed, released one
knee, and gently kicked Jesse in the head. “Fuck, you’re a tease.”

“Me? I think you’re the one who started the teasing. Rolling
all over this bed and making me work to get this.”

“I’m not making you work for it now.”

“Hmm.” Jesse kissed the plump part of Christopher’s ass
cheeks, and then rubbed his face against Christopher’s thigh, dragging against
Christopher’s leg hair, feeling it scrape against his eyelids and neck and
ears.

“Please.”

“You’ve got a greedy hole?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got a greedy hole,” Christopher whispered.

Jesse saw how Christopher blushed so hard that his thighs
even flushed, and his pink hole grew darker. Jesse couldn’t resist, and he dove
in, not starting with anything delicate, just giving Christopher
everything—tongue, mouth, wetness, teeth—and reveling in the noises Christopher
made, his squirming hips, his asshole clenching on Jesse’s pointed tongue, and
the desperate, urgent way Christopher’s legs trembled and shook, his toes
curling and uncurling, his voice rising and falling as he came unglued.

Jesse slapped Christopher’s ass gently, an approving tap,
and Christopher groaned, twisting his hips and driving down against Jesse’s
mouth.

“Please.” Christopher’s hand moved on his cock like he was
determined to get himself off. “Fuck me now.
Fuck me
.”

Jesse’s hands shook so hard it was frustrating getting the
condom and lube on his dick, but then he was shoving Christopher’s legs back
and pushing into him so solidly, so steadily that it felt like being seared all
over, his skin prickling and nipples tingling, his balls tightening and eyes
burning.

“Jesse,” Christopher gasped, hitching his legs back farther,
thrusting his hips up to meet Jesse’s thrust. “Oh, yes.”

Jesse slid his hands down Christopher’s shaking thighs,
gripping his hips. He fucked into him hard and steady, his head falling back,
and his thrusts coming without any thought—mindless, needy, and trying to get
deeper, farther into Christopher, who squirmed and seemed to be trying to do
the same thing.

Jesse watched Christopher’s hand fly over his own cock, his
hips shifting with Jesse’s thrusts, his breath coming in shaking shudders.
Christopher hunched up, one leg flailing free, and his eyes wide as a cry flew
from his throat. Then came the tension-filled stillness that signaled he was
going to come, his free leg shaking, his gaze holding Jesse’s: wild, desperate,
pupils blown wide—

Jesse’s cock was squeezed in rhythmic, greedy pulses as
Christopher came, spunk striping his chest and stomach, his nipples hard and
bright, his cheeks flushed, and the cries of pleasure filling the room as
Christopher shuddered and shook through orgasm. Jesse plunged into Christopher’s
ass and came too, his cock spurting so hard he felt like he’d come from the tip
of his toes and the top of his head—that his nipples and asshole had joined in
the pulsing pleasure.

He collapsed against Christopher, pushing his cock as deep
as he could and holding still while he shivered in Christopher’s trembling
arms.

Eventually, laughing and still shaking, Jesse pulled out,
discarded the condom, and snuggled up in Christopher’s arms. “That was fun.”

“Mmm,” Christopher agreed, rolling onto his back. Jesse put
his arm around Christopher and they lay tangled together. As the energy in the
room cooled, Jesse smoothed his fingers through Christopher’s hair, boneless
and smiling goofily.

Christopher seemed mostly asleep before long, but Jesse had
something he wanted to talk about. “Earlier, you asked if I wanted you to fuck
me.”

“Mmm-hmm?”

If it was going to be a problem, they should talk sooner
rather than later. “I don’t enjoy it.”

Christopher propped himself on his elbow. His expression was
a sweet one, so full of concern. “It doesn’t have to hurt,” he murmured,
reaching out to touch Jesse’s face.

Jesse smiled, took Christopher’s fingers, and kissed them. “I
know. I’ve done it a few times when I was younger. Older guys who knew what
they were doing and wanted to show me a good time. They didn’t hurt me. It’s
not about that. It’s just that it doesn’t do anything for me. Being fucked
doesn’t turn me on or excite me. It doesn’t even feel like sex to me, really,
because when I think about great sex, I think about fucking someone.” He
smiled, touching Christopher’s lower lip. “Fucking
you
.
But I know some guys like to switch it up.
Need
to
switch, even. And if you need that, well, I care about you enough that—”

“No. It’s okay. I love bottoming. It’s fine with me. I mean,
topping is good, but…the last guy I topped was Gareth, and we flipped a few
times during the night. It was great, actually, and I liked it a lot, but even
then I finished with him fucking me.”

Jesse felt a stab of jealousy and pushed it down. Ridiculous
to now almost
want
to be fucked just so
he
would be the last person Christopher topped. Even more
ridiculous since he could just reverse course and have his wish, but he
supposed he didn’t want to have sex he didn’t really enjoy just to make some
bizarre point to his inner caveman.

“It’s not that I’m inflexible,” Jesse said. “I’m willing to
experiment if it’s important to you.”

“It’s fine,” Christopher said, yawning. “I’m glad you told
me. I won’t feel like I should offer anymore.” He grinned. “I just didn’t want
to seem greedy. Now I can be like a kid in a candy store and have
all the dick I want
. Fuck, Jesse, that’s amazing.”