Chasing Death Metal Dreams by Kaje Harper Page B

jeans dragged over Nate’s cockhead, and arched up to kiss the gasp off his mouth. Kissing was special, something he’d so often gone without. He lowered his weight to pin Nate to the bed and just enjoyed kissing for a while, taking over Nate’s mouth, sucking and biting his lips, while running his fingernails up and down Nate’s arms and shoulder.
    He found a ticklish spot on Nate’s ribs that made him writhe and swear. Lowering his head, he mouthed down the column of Nate’s throat, faint stubble abrading his lips, until he could press a kiss on that sensitive place, pinning Nate with his hands and his weight.
    “Bastard,” Nate muttered. “Gah.” His hips arched up under Carlos. Carlos laughed against his skin, then nipped him there. Nate’s yelp was high-pitched, and he twisted sideways.
    Before Nate had settled back down, Carlos slid lower, gripped Nate’s hips, and sucked his cock into his mouth, clamping tongue and palate tight on its silky-skinned rigid length with as much pressure as he could get. Nate groaned roughly. “God, Carlos.”
    So good. This was pleasure. This was power. He bobbed his head in long slow motions, sucking upward until that rounded head was just trapped in his lips, then going down and deep until his mouth brushed dark curls. The sounds Nate made were heady encouragement.
    When he felt the pulses of near-climax against his tongue he pulled off fast, and ringed the base of Nate’s dick with a tight grip.
    “Don’t stop! Please?” Nate whined and panted short shallow breaths, head tipped back, his neck a strained arch.
    Carlos grinned and held on until he felt Nate ease back from the brink. Then he slid off the bed and tugged Nate with him, bending Nate’s legs over the edge and spreading them wide. Nate propped himself up on his elbows, staring at him, long hair damp across his forehead. Carlos knelt between his thighs, reaching up with one hand to tug on Nate’s soft sac, and down with the other to unbutton his own jeans and reach inside. The touch of his own finger, pushed down low, made him take a fast breath. God, he was close himself, just from the power of winding Nate up. He rubbed himself in time to his gentle tugs on Nate, and they gasped together.
    “Please, Carlos, please, mouth, now, please.” Nate reached down to grab his own dick.
    “Not if you’re gonna try to drive,” Carlos growled, bending in to nip Nate’s inner thigh.
    Nate raised his empty hand. “Okay. Not. Just… soon?”
    “Now.” Carlos rose a bit higher, opened his mouth and captured Nate’s cockhead between his lips. This time, he went at it hard and fast, sucking, moaning, rubbing Nate’s round balls under the thin sac, as his other hand down below the edge of the bed found his own best places, his own favorite rhythm. He was startlingly close himself, his thighs trembling with pleasure. He let the edge of his teeth just drag up the underside of Nate’s cock, tracing a soft vein.
    Nate whined painfully, desperately. “God. Now.”
    On Carlos’s next deep plunge, Nate bucked against him and spilled into his mouth with a deep groan. Carlos kept it up, sucking, bobbing, rubbing both of them, drinking everything Nate gave him. Yes. This. Suck him dry.
    He shuddered and held back a groan of his own as his own body convulsed against his fingers. Wow. Fuck, wow. Taste, smell, touch; the electric dark flashes of climax ripped through him, and he lost concentration. Nate’s cock slipped from his mouth to slap wetly against Nate’s pale stomach. Carlos lowered his head, bracing his forehead against the shaking firmness of Nate’s thigh. He closed his eyes and slid his palms slowly down Nate’s calves, sparse hair rippling against his fingers, ending up gripping one slender ankle in each hand. For a minute he knelt there, his breath catching. Then he lifted his head to look up.
    Nate had dropped back to lie plastered flat on his back on the bed. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths. As