grinned and let his palm press against the heavy ridge of Audie’s cock. This was the first time, the first touch, the first exploration.
“Uhn.” Audie’s tiny sound exploded at the base of Dixon’s skull, and he felt the throb of Audie’s pulse under the zipper.
His thumb traced the line of Audie’s prick, the tip.
“Fuck. Oh, honey, that feels good.” Audie began touching him in other places too, hands sliding down his arms, then up his belly to his chest.
He wanted to pull Audie’s cock out, jack it, touch it, suck it, but he wanted to chill the fuck out too. He wanted it to last. What if this was his only chance? Hell, what if it wasn’t? It would still be the first time.
Audie stroked his nipples through his shirt, then worked on the buttons, opening it to get skin touching skin, those calluses like tiny pieces of sandpaper.
Audie’s finger stuttered, Dixon’s pecs going tight. Fuck.
“You have such hot skin. Like a little furnace, man.”
“You have great hands. Make me wish my nipples were still pierced.” Let Audie put that in his pipe and smoke it.
“Pierced?” Audie paused, a sharp inhale sounding. “Oh wow.”
“Yeah. I had them done in school, kept them until a certain infant found them fascinating.”
“Oh, I bet.” Audie chuckled, pressing his nipples again, thumbs rubbing them. “I would play with them all the damned time.”
All Dixon could do was moan, arch up into the touch and demand another kiss. He got it too, hard and edged with need now. They were moving faster than he’d expected, but it felt good to need, to feel the pressure of his dick against his zipper.
The wind felt good, cooling his body where it brushed against his skin, making the contrast where he was touching Audie that much stronger. He shivered, tugging at Audie’s belt buckle, trying to figure out how the damned thing worked.
He got it figured out, and the fly of the jeans was that much more simple, the pressure of Audie’s cock helping the zipper down. The boxer briefs were just like his, only backward, and Dixon made a sound of triumph when he got Audie’s dick out in the open.
He wrapped his fingers around the shaft, needing to know. Thick. More thick than long, really, but Audie was well-made, and cut, no foreskin to push back. He stroked from base to tip, just getting a feel for it, for what Audie liked.
Audie moaned for him, pressing into his palm, rubbing against his fingers. “Damn. Feels good.”
“It does.” His free hand braced against Audie’s chest, and he fought to see, to catch a glimpse.
“You’re working hard, honey. Relax. You can love on me all night.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t figure out how to not try and see.”
“I bet.” Audie reached up and slid off his dark glasses. He heard Audie set them up on the tool box before Audie began to massage his temples, kissing his forehead, his nose.
The sudden release of tension made him sob. Oh God. He didn’t know it could stop hurting.
“Shh. Oh, honey, you’re so tight.” Those long fingers worked the spots behind his ears.
“Sorry. Sorry, I just… It’s amazing.”
“No reason to apologize.” Audie grabbed him around the chest and ribs with one arm, pulled him farther up into the bed, up toward where the cab would be, then eased him down on the air mattress. The massage took up where it left off, Audie working his scalp with slow strokes.
He gasped, and he let his eyes close, let himself feel, just for a second. Little tingles ran down his spine, his arms moving like he was taking on electric shocks.
“Feels so good. I didn’t know….”
“Hey, why would you? God, this has to be miserable, honey.”
“I just….” He pushed into Audie’s arms, just wanting connection for a minute.
“Shh.” Audie kissed his neck, the press of lips causing more goose bumps to rise. “I got you.”
God, he missed being held, being touched. Audie had a knack for it too, knowing when to hold back, when to press
“Uhn.” Audie’s tiny sound exploded at the base of Dixon’s skull, and he felt the throb of Audie’s pulse under the zipper.
His thumb traced the line of Audie’s prick, the tip.
“Fuck. Oh, honey, that feels good.” Audie began touching him in other places too, hands sliding down his arms, then up his belly to his chest.
He wanted to pull Audie’s cock out, jack it, touch it, suck it, but he wanted to chill the fuck out too. He wanted it to last. What if this was his only chance? Hell, what if it wasn’t? It would still be the first time.
Audie stroked his nipples through his shirt, then worked on the buttons, opening it to get skin touching skin, those calluses like tiny pieces of sandpaper.
Audie’s finger stuttered, Dixon’s pecs going tight. Fuck.
“You have such hot skin. Like a little furnace, man.”
“You have great hands. Make me wish my nipples were still pierced.” Let Audie put that in his pipe and smoke it.
“Pierced?” Audie paused, a sharp inhale sounding. “Oh wow.”
“Yeah. I had them done in school, kept them until a certain infant found them fascinating.”
“Oh, I bet.” Audie chuckled, pressing his nipples again, thumbs rubbing them. “I would play with them all the damned time.”
All Dixon could do was moan, arch up into the touch and demand another kiss. He got it too, hard and edged with need now. They were moving faster than he’d expected, but it felt good to need, to feel the pressure of his dick against his zipper.
The wind felt good, cooling his body where it brushed against his skin, making the contrast where he was touching Audie that much stronger. He shivered, tugging at Audie’s belt buckle, trying to figure out how the damned thing worked.
He got it figured out, and the fly of the jeans was that much more simple, the pressure of Audie’s cock helping the zipper down. The boxer briefs were just like his, only backward, and Dixon made a sound of triumph when he got Audie’s dick out in the open.
He wrapped his fingers around the shaft, needing to know. Thick. More thick than long, really, but Audie was well-made, and cut, no foreskin to push back. He stroked from base to tip, just getting a feel for it, for what Audie liked.
Audie moaned for him, pressing into his palm, rubbing against his fingers. “Damn. Feels good.”
“It does.” His free hand braced against Audie’s chest, and he fought to see, to catch a glimpse.
“You’re working hard, honey. Relax. You can love on me all night.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t figure out how to not try and see.”
“I bet.” Audie reached up and slid off his dark glasses. He heard Audie set them up on the tool box before Audie began to massage his temples, kissing his forehead, his nose.
The sudden release of tension made him sob. Oh God. He didn’t know it could stop hurting.
“Shh. Oh, honey, you’re so tight.” Those long fingers worked the spots behind his ears.
“Sorry. Sorry, I just… It’s amazing.”
“No reason to apologize.” Audie grabbed him around the chest and ribs with one arm, pulled him farther up into the bed, up toward where the cab would be, then eased him down on the air mattress. The massage took up where it left off, Audie working his scalp with slow strokes.
He gasped, and he let his eyes close, let himself feel, just for a second. Little tingles ran down his spine, his arms moving like he was taking on electric shocks.
“Feels so good. I didn’t know….”
“Hey, why would you? God, this has to be miserable, honey.”
“I just….” He pushed into Audie’s arms, just wanting connection for a minute.
“Shh.” Audie kissed his neck, the press of lips causing more goose bumps to rise. “I got you.”
God, he missed being held, being touched. Audie had a knack for it too, knowing when to hold back, when to press
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