Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) by Marita A. Hansen Page B

Sledge was watching, his expression so damn hot it was making
Sledge’s balls hurt.
    “Fuck
it,” Sledge said, grabbing the condom off the bed and ripping it open.
    Corey
opened his eyes and smiled up at Sledge, then turned onto his side, lifting his
good leg higher, giving Sledge free access and a view of where his cock was headed.
Now desperate, Sledge tried to roll on Corey’s condom, but the bloody thing was
too small. Giving up, he dumped it and ran to his room, quickly finding one of
his own. When he returned to Corey’s room, his boyfriend looked almost ready to
cry, like he’d thought Sledge had been scared off.
    Sledge
held up the condom packet and grinned. “Your condom wuz itsy-bitsy, so I had to
get one of my own.”
    Corey’s
face changed from upset to angry in a second. “It’s not that small!”
    Sledge
ripped open the packet and pulled on the condom, his smile not disappearing,
instead it grew, Corey’s sullen expression amusing him.
    “Roll
onto your stomach,” Sledge said.
    Corey’s
expression changed again, his face now eager. “No, take me from the side, and
go slow,” he said, his voice trembling a little, the fear and excitement in the
waver making Sledge a little weary, but still not enough to stop.
    Sledge
got onto the bed and moved behind Corey, positioning his cock, then pushed to
get inside, the head breaking through Corey’s tight opening.
    Corey
squeaked out, “Slower.”
    Sledge
stayed still for a moment, although he didn’t want to, the tightness making it
hard to hold back, plus Tama was wrong, because it wasn’t dry at all, the lube
making it moist. He entered a little more, causing Corey to squeak again, then
a bit more, feeling like he was getting the life squeezed out of him. He wanted
to thrust so fucking hard, the in-between stage excruciatingly slow, but again,
he pushed in another couple of inches, his fear of hurting Corey overriding his
lust.
    “Fuck,
you’re huge,” Corey gasped.
    “You
want me to stop?” Please don’t say yes.
    “God
no,” Corey said, pushing his arse backwards, the movement swallowing up the
rest of Sledge’s cock in one go and sending him into rapture. Corey’s shout of
pain broke through Sledge’s high.
    “You
okay?” Sledge breathed out, straining as he held tight onto Corey’s hip.
    “Shit,
shit, shit, that burns,” Corey gasped. “Just stay still for a minute.”
    “Okay,”
Sledge said, kissing in between Corey’s shoulder blades. “Sorry for hurting
you.” He nuzzled Corey’s neck, then moved Corey’s beanie up a little so he
could suck on Corey’s ear. Corey went to grab his beanie, but Sledge latched
onto his boyfriend’s hand, stopping him. “Just gonna play with your ear, babe,”
he said, trying to calm him down, Corey so self-conscious about the loss of his
hair.
    When
Corey relaxed, Sledge started nibbling and sucking on his boyfriend’s earlobe,
causing Corey to pant. Sledge pulled back. “I better stop that, cos it looks
like you don’t like it,” he said, trying to restrain from laughing, amused by
the way Corey was angling his ear towards him.
    “I
like it, I like it, don’t stop, don’t stop...”
    “Don’t
stop what?”
    “My
ear, my ear, suck it, pleeease.”
    “Then
move your head away before you headbutt me.”
    “Sorry,”
Corey said, doing what he was told.
    Sledge
moved his mouth back to Corey’s ear, blowing puffs of hot air across the skin.
“Do ya like that too?” he asked, although he already knew the answer, Corey
pushing his head back again.
    “Fuck
yeah,” Corey groaned.
    Sledge’s
hand moved around to Corey’s nipples, tweaking them as he started sucking on
his babe’s earlobe.
    “Fuck
me now, please fuck me,” Corey cried, moving his butt back and forth, making
Sledge forget about Corey’s ear in an instant.
    Sledge
started rocking into Corey, watching his cock go in and out, the back of his
mate both looking and not looking like a chick. That thought made him