The Final Line (36 page)

Corey heard the snick of the lube bottle being opened just before the cool gel oozed between his cheeks and down the length of his crack. He hissed in surprise, then laughed reflexively. Sean’s fingers smoothed through the slick, catching it as it ran down Corey’s balls. One lubed finger pushed slowly into Corey’s hole.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, relaxing his lower back, the muscles of his stomach, and willing his entire body to open up for Sean.

“Damn, you’re already loose and relaxed,” Sean said with wonder, pushing a second finger firmly into Corey’s ass.

“Uh huh,” Corey answered distractedly, letting his head drop as Sean’s fingers twisted inside of him.

More cool lube slid down Corey’s crack and Sean pushed it into him with three fingers. “I thought I was going to have to really work to get you ready,” said Sean.

Corey’s brow furrowed. He looked over his own shoulder at Sean. “Did you think I was a nervous virgin?”

“You don’t strike me as someone who does this very often.” Sean fucked him with three fingers and Corey rocked into it rhythmically.

He made a scoffing sound. “If it feels good, I’m generally up for it.” Sean pressed downward with his fingers and Corey’s limbs turned to liquid. A frisson shot up the length of his spine. Corey dropped his head again with a low groan. “Oh, fuuuck. You can stop fucking around now.”

Sean’s fingers slid free of Corey’s ass. Gripping Corey’s hips, Sean urged, “Shift forward.”

Corey came to his knees and moved forward slightly until he was straddling Sean’s hips. Behind him, he heard foil tear and latex snap several times. Once more, the lube bottle opened and closed.

Sean’s hands spread Corey’s ass wide with a hard grip. “Okay, ease back onto me,” Sean said breathlessly.

Corey eased himself backward, trusting Sean’s hands to guide him. The blunt head of Sean’s cock pressed against Corey’s asshole and Sean’s hands released him, moving to grasp his hips instead. Corey shifted his knees to get the angle right before he let his weight carry him down onto Sean’s dick.

When the head of Sean’s cock slid past the ring of muscle in Corey’s hole, he gave a long, low moan. Sean’s strong hands held him steady as Corey rocked backward, taking Sean’s erection deeper.

“Christ, that’s so fucking hot to see,” Sean said, voice raw. “Your ass just opens up to take my cock.”

Corey rose up and rocked back, groaning at the stretch of Sean’s dick as it slid in deep. The only thing Corey had to hang on to was his own thighs, and his knuckles whitened against his own skin. When Corey’s ass brushed against Sean’s thighs, he knew he was nearly there.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Corey gasped as he settled fully onto Sean’s lap. He shuddered at the sense of being filled up and completed. It didn’t matter that his own cock was still limp.

Sean slid his hands up Corey’s back, then back down to his sides. Corey found a rhythm, rising and falling on Sean’s dick. He rose up and the head of Sean’s cock stretched the rim of his opening. When Corey sank down and took Sean deep, frissons ran the length of his spine. Shudders wracked Corey’s body and he moaned loudly each time his ass met Sean’s thighs.

Sean’s fingers fluttered at the back of Corey’s neck. The chain of his dog tags twisted against his throat, just before it was pulled snug. The tags themselves clinked against Corey’s back.

“That’s it, make yourself feel good,” Sean murmured. His hand moved at the base of Corey’s neck. “Use me to make yourself feel good.”

Corey realized Sean was gripping his dog tags, his hand wrapped up in the chain. Corey leaned back slightly, when Sean used his tags to tug him backward. When Sean’s other hand ran up the length of Corey’s back, Corey arched into his touch. Fuck, this was nice. Sean’s touch on his skin made Corey feel cared for.

Christ, Corey had never felt this way before. He even stopped caring that his own dick shifted limply against his thigh as he rode Sean’s cock.

“Fuck me,” Corey whispered, head tipped back and eyes closed. “Fuck me deeper, I wanna feel you deeper.”

Sean’s hips rose up to meet Corey’s ass the next time he rocked back. Corey took Sean’s cock deeper than he had previously. The stretch at his opening was more intense. Corey shouted, gripping his own thighs harder. Sean’s hand rubbed at his shoulder soothingly.

“Like that?” Sean’s voice was strained. “Is that what you needed?”

“Uh, yeah,” Corey moaned, picking up his pace, grinding down hard onto Sean’s hips. His own cock shifted against his thigh, a slight throb building in the base.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Sean’s voice strained with the effort of his thrusts and the force of Corey’s body pressing down on him. “Broad, strong shoulders. Gorgeous ass.”

Corey’s cock lifted from its nest of curls. He pushed against the chain at his throat, feeling grounded by Sean’s fist using it to hold him steady. Sean’s palm slid over the skin of his ribs, his hip, coming to span Corey’s belly. His rhythm faltered, afraid Sean was going to reach for his erection and find it only semi-hard.

He made a strangled sound, low in his throat, shifting in Sean’s lap. “Sean…”

“Yeah, tell me what you want.” Sean’s hand moved back to Corey’s hip. “Tell me what feels good.”

Corey rocked back against Sean, driving his cock deep. He shouted when he shifted in a way that pushed Sean’s dick against that sweet spot deep inside. Starbursts lit the backs of his eyelids and Corey’s erection reached full hardness.

Sean’s fingers traced Corey’s bicep. The light touch made Corey shiver pleasantly.

“Fuck, I wish you had ink on your back,” Sean said roughly, “so I could see it and touch when you’re like this.”

Corey didn’t have the breath to say that he’d been thinking about it. A Celtic knot or a triskelion, in honor of Sean’s name. Maybe they’d go to Corey’s artist together. Those thoughts all faded into nothing when Corey curled forward against his dog tag chain at his throat and rocked down on Sean’s cock. Stars blurred his vision as his gland was nailed once more.

Sean’s hand suddenly gripped Corey’s hip painfully. “Oh Christ, Corey,” he cried out desperately. “You feel so good, gonna make me come.”

Corey was rock hard now. The Viagra had kicked in fully and Sean’s cock pressed firmly against that spot deep inside of Corey. His erection stood up straight, harder than Corey thought he’d ever been. His cock throbbed, the veins standing out along the length of the shaft. The head was deep red, clear liquid leaking from the tip. Corey resisted the urge to touch himself. He wanted Sean to see the full, proud evidence of his arousal.

Sean’s legs moved restlessly beneath Corey, like he was trying to hold back his orgasm. Corey tightened the muscles deep inside and sped up his rocking motions on Sean’s dick. “Come inside me, Sean,” Corey demanded. “I want you to come.”

“Not ’til you,” Sean replied, voice broken.

Corey reached down and cradled Sean’s sac in one hand. He gently rolled the firm balls in his palm. “I wanna feel you inside me,” Corey said hoarsely.

“Ah, you fucker,” Sean shouted, his body folding up behind Corey, the pressure on the dog tag chain growing tighter. “Son-of-a-bitch, I’m coming.”

The bed rocked beneath them as Sean’s body vibrated violently. One hand stayed twisted in Corey’s chain, the other held on tightly to his hip. Sean shouted and swore, his cock pulsing, over and over, buried deep inside of Corey’s ass. In Corey’s palm, Sean’s balls tightened and slipped up closer toward his body.

Sean fell back on the bed, breathing heavily. Corey stayed where he was, eyes closed, feeling Sean’s cock soften inside of him. His own erection ached painfully, but it felt good, after being so afraid he wasn’t going to get hard at all.

“That wasn’t fair,” Sean gasped. “I wanted to wait until you could come with me.”

Corey gripped the condom as he slid off of Sean’s softened cock. He shifted off of Sean’s body to remove the condom for disposal. When Corey knelt at his hip, Sean’s smile was blinding.

He was caught by surprise when Sean leaned up and grasped him behind the neck. Corey’s lips tingled when Sean pressed their mouths together. His other hand wrapped firmly around Corey’s straining erection. When Corey gasped into their joined mouths, Sean swallowed it down.

Still smiling when he broke the kiss, Sean gave Corey’s dick several firm strokes. “I know just what I want to do with this.” Releasing Corey, Sean started to slide from the bed.

“You don’t have to
do
anything with it,” Corey protested. Sean had already done so much for him.

“Are you kidding? After all the angst we went through together to get that gorgeous hard-on, I’m not letting it go to waste.” As he spoke, Sean disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a condom in hand.

“I hadn’t planned on wasting it,” Corey said slowly. Sean’s cock was obviously spent for the time being so there could only be one use for that condom.

“You’re not the only one who knows a few tricks,” Sean said, still smiling broadly. He searched the bedclothes until he located the lube bottle. “Besides, I want to give you the kind of pleasure you just gave me.”

Corey started to protest again.

Sean tugged at his arm. “Just sit at the edge of the bed, dammit. Christ, you even have to make getting off difficult.”

Corey barked a surprised laugh. He slid to the side of the bed and planted his feet in the floor. Quickly and efficiently, Sean rolled the condom onto Corey’s erection and doused it in lubricant.

Gently gripping Sean’s hips, Corey held him steady as he knelt on the bed. Sean straddled Corey’s thighs, settling carefully onto his lap. His chest and belly were warm and firm against the front of Corey’s body. Sean ran his hands over Corey’s hair and down his shoulders and arms. His hazel eyes held Corey’s gaze steadily.

Corey ran his hands restlessly over Sean’s well-muscled back, pulling him closer. Something in Sean’s eyes made Corey’s chest tighten. It was hard to breathe. One corner of Sean’s mouth quirked up and he continued to watch Corey with humor and affection.

“You have the most beautiful eyes,” Sean surprised Corey by saying. “They’re such a clear, pale blue.”

Corey flushed. “Thank you.” What the hell else was he supposed to say to that?

Sean took Corey’s face between his hands and lowered his head. Corey tilted his face eagerly, meeting Sean’s full, warm lips with his own. He expected passion and hunger. Instead, Sean kissed him gently; light, slow flicks of his tongue. Corey dug his fingers into the dense muscles of Sean’s back and moaned quietly.

Breaking the kiss, Sean left his mouth hovering just above Corey’s. “Hold me open while I guide you in,” he whispered.

Corey stared into Sean’s smoldering hazel eyes. He didn’t understand at first. Sean reached behind his own hip and skimmed his fingertips along Corey’s thigh. Understanding dawned just as a shiver ran through Corey’s body.

Lowering his hands to grasp Sean’s ass cheeks, Corey parted them and held Sean open. Corey’s hard cock was trapped between their bodies so Sean rose up slightly. Corey sucked a harsh breath in through his clenched teeth when Sean’s fingers touched his dick. His hips moved reflexively at the slight stimulation.

Sean never looked away from Corey’s eyes. Corey felt trapped by Sean’s knowing gaze. He held his breath when Sean guided his erection into position. Corey felt the head of his cock press against the clenched opening of Sean’s ass. His grip on Sean’s ass cheeks tightened as he braced himself.

“Just hold onto me and I’ll take care of the rest. Okay?” Sean murmured against Corey’s lips.

“Yeah. Okay.” Corey answered in a hoarse whisper. The anticipation of his cock being engulfed in Sean’s tight heat had him trembling.

Sean wrapped his arms around Corey’s shoulders and rocked back slightly. Corey’s cock pushed up inexorably into Sean’s hole. Corey held Sean open as the head of his dick slipped past his opening and into the heat of his body.

Corey watched Sean’s expressive face closely. When Corey’s cock breached his body, Sean’s eyes tightened at the corners, he bit down on his lower lip and grunted softly.

“Okay?” Corey asked in a strained whisper, afraid he’d inadvertently hurt Sean.

“Mm hmm, yeah,” Sean gasped. “Feels good.” He rocked back with a little more force and Corey slid deeper into him. Sean moaned, his mouth falling open slightly but never looking away from Corey’s eyes.

Sean’s inner walls were tight, slick and hot. “Fuck,” Corey sighed. He released Sean’s ass and wrapped his arms around is chest, as much to ground himself as to steady Sean.

With three strong thrusts, Corey’s cock was completely consumed by Sean’s heat. A violent tremor had Sean’s body trembling in Corey’s arms. His ass settled snugly into Corey’s lap, his ball sac resting against Corey’s belly. Corey thrust up into Sean reflexively, trying to get even deeper.

Sean’s muscles tensed and bunched as he rose up slightly then sat back down in Corey’s lap. He found a rhythm, riding Corey’s cock steadily. Sean’s breathing was harsh, his chest heaved against Corey’s arms. Corey tilted his face so he could feel Sean’s hot breath against his lips.

He could feel it building. Heat spiraled through Corey’s system as Sean’s ass clamped around his cock before sliding up to the tip. The friction was intense. Corey moved against him, almost unwillingly. He reached toward his orgasm, even as he wanted to draw this out, make it last.

Sean’s face was flushed. His mouth was red and swollen and his pink tongue snaked out to wet his lower lip. “Are you close?” he gasped.

Corey moaned, straining for a kiss. “Yeah. Feels so good inside you, I’m so fucking close.”

Sean stayed just out of his reach, hazel eyes luminous and never wavering from Corey’s. “Just let go. I’ve got you, baby. Just let it all go.”

What he saw in Sean’s face made Corey’s chest tighten painfully. He swallowed hard against a lump in his throat. Sean’s open expression hit Corey like a punch to the gut. It scared the shit out of him because he knew Sean’s emotions were reflected in Corey’s own face.

He tightened his arms around Sean’s straining body and pulled him closer. Corey hid his face in Sean’s neck, breathing in his clean scent and the slightest hint of his sweat. Jesus Christ, he’d never felt like this before about anyone. Corey’s sac tightened, heat pooling low in his belly. Sean left one arm around Corey’s shoulders, his other hand came to rest on the back of Corey’s head. The touch was filled with affection and comfort.