The Final Line (22 page)

Corey let his mouth hover just above Sean’s feeling the heat of his breath with each pant. Slowly, Corey slid his palm down the defined ridges of Sean’s belly. He felt the base of Sean’s bouncing erection against the edge of his finger. Corey wrapped his hand around the long, hard shaft and gave a firm stroke toward the head.

Sean acted like he’d been struck by lightning, his body arching and straining in Corey’s arms. “Motherfucker,” he shouted. “Kiss me, Corey. Kiss me again,” he begged.

Corey pressed their mouths together hard enough to clack teeth. He licked at Sean’s tongue, breathing too hard to seal their lips. They panted heavily against each other, rubbing their tongues together, licking each other’s lips. Corey jacked Sean’s dick, quick and hard. He slid his palm over the long, thick veined shaft, squeezing the firm head and giving his wrist a twist. Sean’s cock was thick, flaring into a gorgeous mushroom head. Corey wanted to taste it. He wanted to feel it slide up inside of him. For now, Corey wanted to feel it shoot Sean’s load while he held Sean’s hard body in his arms.

“Are you close?” Corey asked against Sean’s lips. “You gonna come?”

“Fuck yes, you bastard,” Sean gasped. His fingers tightened on Corey’s hip and the back of his head. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Corey kept up the punishing combination of fucking into Sean’s body and rapidly stroking his cock. He knew the tight arch of Sean’s spine meant Corey was nailing his gland. The erratic flex of Sean’s hips told Corey he was stroking Sean’s cock just right. “I wanna feel you come. I want your ass to clamp down on my cock. I want you to shoot your load on my hand. Would you do that for me?”

“Don’t stop,” Sean whispered. “Don’t let go.”

Corey held on to Sean and continued to stroke his dick. He fucked up into him, slamming their bodies together. He watched Sean’s expressive face. Every emotion he was feeling drifted over his features. Sean was in the throes of ecstasy. He looked focused on chasing down is impending orgasm. He looked eager and desperate.

He was beautiful.

With a gasp, Sean froze. He bit down on his lower lip and stopped breathing. His cock swelled in Corey’s fist, blood rushing into it. Sean shuddered violently, his tremors rolling through him and into Corey. His cock pulsed several times before a flood of jizz coursed out the tip. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” Sean cried out. “Jesus, Corey, please, please, please. Oh, God, Corey.”

The sound of his name on Sean’s lips was intoxicating. Corey’s cock twitched each time Sean called out his name as he rode out the waves of his climax.

“Yeah, just like that,” Corey murmured, smiling. “Fuck, that’s hot. Come for me, Sean. Come for me, just like that.”

Sean vibrated against Corey. His hot spunk coated Corey’s hand and slid down his fingers. The muscles of his ass clamped down hard on Corey’s erection. He could feel every tremor as it ran through Sean’s body. He swallowed down each of Sean’s gasping breaths.

It felt like forever before Sean collapsed against him and still it was over too soon to suit Corey.

Sean’s fingers loosened their grip on him. Corey eased his arms around Sean’s chest, keeping their heated bodies pressed together as they kissed. Sean glowed. He kissed Corey, slow and languorous, his eyes closed. Corey could feel the rapid beat of his heart, his breath still coming in rapid gasps.

“Okay?” Corey asked, holding Sean pressed against him.

“Fuck yeah,” Sean replied with a quiet laugh. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled drunkenly at Corey. “That was insanely hot.”

“Yeah it was,” Corey chuckled.

Still smiling, Sean twisted in Corey’s arms. He leaned forward, wrapping his hands around the top rail of the headboard. He arched his back and glanced backward over his shoulder. “Your turn,” he said suggestively.

Corey was helpless. He gripped Sean’s hips, lowered his forehead to the middle of Sean’s back, and began to move his hips.

Sean’s ass was slick and hot. His muscles gripped Corey’s cock tightly. As Corey thrust up into him, Sean pushed downward. Their bodies slammed together with a loud slap, Corey’s hips tingling at the contact. Sean’s muscles bunched and flexed with his efforts. Corey rested against Sean’s back, breathing in his scent and just feeling him move.

“Come for me,” Sean whispered. Corey only just heard him. “Come on, come inside me. I wanna feel you. Need to feel you.”

Sean’s pleading was like a punch to Corey’s gut. His body locked up then quivered. His cock twitched repeatedly inside of Sean’s ass. Reflexively, Corey’s fingers tightened on Sean’s hips. He knew he was bruising that flawlessly tanned skin. He didn’t give a fuck.

Corey’s orgasm slammed into him with the force of a storm driven wave. He gave a guttural moan before he shouted against the slick skin of Sean’s back. Corey’s balls rose up, tight against his body. His come pumped from the end of his dick and into the tip of the condom. His thighs burned and his back ached as his muscles stayed locked and his orgasm rolled through him. “Oh, fuck, Sean,” he breathed against Sean’s spine. “Jesus Christ. Fuck me, I’m coming,” he muttered, his lips moving against Sean’s skin.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Sean chanted. “Just like that.”

When Corey’s climax released him, he grabbed onto the headboard next to where Sean held it in a death grip. He struggled to stay upright so he didn’t collapse on top of Sean. His cock wasn’t softening as quickly as it usually did and Corey knew that was the Viagra.

“So, ready to go again?” he asked Sean jokingly.

“And if I said yes?” Sean teased.

“I’d make you prove it.” Corey emphasized his point by stroking Sean’s limp, spent cock.

“Sleep first?”

“Good plan.”

Corey carefully slid his still semi-hard cock from Sean’s hole. As gentle as he was, Sean still gave a quiet hiss. Corey stumbled to the head and disposed of the rubber. He wet a washcloth and grabbed a dry hand towel.

Back in the bedroom, Sean was struggling to clean himself with a crumpled baby wipe and a trembling hand.

“Let me do that,” Corey admonished gently. “I used those things when there was no other choice. You don’t have to settle for that.”

Sean collapsed backward against the stack of pillows, managing to avoid the wet spot he’d created. Corey knelt between his upraised knees. Slowly, with gentle strokes, he cleaned all of Sean he could reach with the wet cloth. Corey bent over Sean’s supine form as he worked, nipping at his jaw and placing soft kisses on his swollen lips. He smiled at the sounds of contentment Sean made, arching into Corey’s hands as they skimmed over his cooling skin.

Corey used the hand towel to clean up as much of Sean’s drying come from the comforter as he could. It was a losing battle, but he made the effort.

Impatiently, Sean took the cloth from Corey’s hands and threw it blindly across the room. “Enough. Lay down.”

Corey chuckled. “Do you get cranky when you’re tired?” he asked playfully, sliding beneath the bedclothes Sean pulled aside for him.

“I get cranky when I’m ready to snuggle and you’re being obsessively fussy,” Sean replied, sliding closer to Corey until their sides were pressed tightly together.

Corey expected Sean to turn and settle in his arms. Instead, he rested his head on the pillow beside Corey’s, touching at all points along their sides. Corey was disappointed. “I’m done being obsessively fastidious,” he said.

“Mm. Good.” Sean sighed deeply. “The sunrise through this window is spectacular. It’s the wrong angle to see the actual rising sun but the sky over the Pacific is gorgeous.”

“I’ve seen the sun rise in so many places around the world,” Corey mused. “They’re always beautiful. Especially the ones you didn’t think you were going to live to see.” Now why had he said that? Sean didn’t need that kind of dark talk after such spectacular sex.

“I’m really glad you lived to see them all,” Sean murmured. “I’ll have to get up and close the blinds when it gets too bright, but maybe we’ll wake up early enough to catch the sunrise.”

“I thought you were a snuggler.” Corey hadn’t meant to say that.

“I am.” Sean seemed to rouse himself to answer. “I don’t want you to feel smothered or …I don’t know, trapped maybe. I don’t know if lying all on top of you will cause nightmares or a panic attack.” Sean’s laugh was tinged with hysteria. “I’m giving you space.”

Corey turned onto his side. He buried his face in Sean’s neck, wrapped an arm around his waist and draped a leg across both of Sean’s. Both of Sean’s arms came around Corey’s shoulders and one large palm ran soothingly up and down his spine.

“This good?” Corey asked, voice muffled against Sean’s skin.

“Yeah, it’s great,” Sean whispered.

Beneath him, Sean relaxed completely and Corey knew it was safe to sleep.

§ § §

The first thing Corey thought when he awoke was that Sean was right about the sunrise. It was a gorgeous mix of reds, oranges and pinks. The gray pre-dawn gave way to the early morning blue and everything looked fresh and new.

The second thing Corey thought when he awoke was that Sean’s morning wood felt good pressed against his ass.

Sean must have realized Corey was awake. His hands were warm as they ran up Corey’s thigh, his ass cheek, and his back. He sighed at the feel of Sean’s lips on the back of his neck, the top of his spine.

“You’re right,” Corey whispered. “The sunrise is nice.”

“Just lay there and enjoy it.” Sean flicked his tongue over Corey’s earlobe before nipping at it lightly.

Corey’s erection pulsed against his stomach and he moaned softly. He pushed back against Sean’s cock, nestled in the crack of his ass. Corey arched his neck to give Sean better access. He shivered as Sean placed open-mouthed kisses and swipes of his tongue along the length of Corey’s throat.

He wanted Sean’s mouth on his. Corey started to turn so he could face Sean and press their lips together. Sean halted him with a firm hand on his hip. Corey made a sound of protest low in his throat.

“Shhhh.” Sean soothed Corey by circling his palm against Corey’s belly.

Behind him, Sean shifted slightly. Corey heard the soft snick of a bottle lid opening, followed by the click of it closing. He took a deep breath and relaxed his body, expecting Sean to push fingers up inside of him. Instead, he heard the wet glide of lube being stroked along the length of a cock.

Before he could ask, Corey felt the blunt head of Sean’s dick nudge at the backs of his thighs. With a push of his hips, Sean slid his erection between Corey’s legs, along the length of his taint. Sean sighed against the back of Corey’s neck, his breath hot on the sensitive skin.

“You don’t have to do that,” Corey said, voice rough from disuse. He started to adjust his position so he could turn toward Sean. “I’ll suck you off or you can fuck me.”

Sean pressed the length of his body to Corey’s to hold him in place. “What makes you think I don’t like it this way?” he said against the shell of Corey’s ear. The firm tip of his tongue teased Corey’s ear, raising gooseflesh. “If you blow me or I fuck you, that’s you getting me off.
This
is me getting you off.” Sean emphasized his point by taking Corey’s hard-on in his lubricated hand.

Corey jerked like he’d been shocked at the touch of Sean’s hand on his dick. He sucked a harsh breath in through clenched teeth and his hips bucked involuntarily into Sean’s fist. Corey lifted his hand and reached blindly behind himself. He found Sean’s soft hair and wove his fingers through it, drawing his face down close.

Sean cooperated, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind Corey’s ear. His hand moved quickly on Corey’s cock, squeezing firmly. Corey moved his legs restlessly and Sean secured him by hooking his own leg over Corey’s. It felt so fucking good, Corey’s orgasm had already begun to build up inside of him.

“I’m not going to last,” he groaned, chest heaving as he breathed heavily through parted lips. “
Christ
, you’re gonna make me come quick.”

“Good,” Sean replied, sounding pleased with himself. He kissed his way down Corey’s neck. “Don’t try to hold back.”

Corey flexed the muscles in his thighs and Sean groaned against his shoulder, even as the thrusts of his hips became stronger and faster. Sean’s hard-on slid easily between Corey’s legs, gliding against his taint. The thick head bumped Corey’s balls, making them tingle and dragging his climax up faster.

Sean shifted again and Corey was forced to release the back of his head. He turned to watch Sean lick the point of his shoulder before dragging the flat of his tongue down Corey’s bicep. When he reached Corey’s tattoo, Sean firmed the tip of his tongue and used it to trace the edges of the ink.

He watched in fascination as Sean worshiped his tattoo while stroking his dick. Corey pushed his hips into Sean’s tight grip. His balls tightened. Heat spooled out from the base of his spine and flooded his pelvis. He was so fucking close.

“I love your tats,” Sean said against Corey’s ink, his soft lips and hot breath sending a shiver through Corey’s body. “What does this one stand for?”

Corey struggled to focus. He knew he needed to answer Sean but all he wanted to do was fuck Sean’s hand and come his brains out. “It’s the 1
st
Recon logo,” he gasped.

“You’re proud of being Recon, aren’t you?” Sean traced the skull in Corey’s tattoo. “It’s a big deal, isn’t it?” At least Sean sounded breathless now, too, as he slid his cock between Corey’s clenched thighs.

“Yeah,” he gasped, just before his lower belly tightened and his dick pulsed in a few times. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Good, I wanna feel you,” Sean replied, panting through parted, red lips.

Corey stared at Sean’s mouth. He wanted those lips pressed to his own. It felt like Sean was miles away, as he mouthed at Corey’s arm. He wanted Sean closer. Corey tried to tell him. He wanted to ask Sean to kiss him. Hell, he’d fucking beg for it, if he could just form the words.

Sean’s shrewd hazel eyes flicked up to Corey’s and he must have seen something. He slid up Corey’s body, slightly, his brows furrowing slightly. “What, Corey, what do you need?”

“Kiss me.” Corey’s voice was much more desperate than he’d planned. He’d be embarrassed later. “Please kiss me.”