orgasm blazed through him in a flash of sweet bliss. Hot, thick semen gushed onto his stomach, and Quinn's.
Quinn didn't make a sound. His eyes clamped shut, he pumped into Josh a few more times, ragged and frenzied. He arched his head back and came, still without a sound.
It was one of the most beautiful things Josh had ever seen.
Chapter 14
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Shaking from the aftermath of the most powerful orgasm he could remember having, Quinn collapsed onto his back next to Josh. For a long moment all he could do was breathe in and out.
Josh seemed to be having the same problem. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, as if he were utterly exhausted. Quinn had half a second's worry that Josh just didn't want to look at him before Josh opened his eyes and smiled, the expression soft and warm.
Happiness bubbled up in his chest. Quinn ran a fingertip along Josh's lips. "I'll be back."
He slid from the bed and padded to the bathroom. He took care of the condom and cleaned up a little. Wanting to do something for Josh, he ran the water until it was warm and wet a washcloth. He brought it back to the bedroom for Josh to clean up with.
Josh leaned up on his elbows. "Thanks." He started to sit up.
Quinn put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll get it." He ran the washcloth over Josh's stomach and chest, and then lower, making sure to get everything. Touching Josh's soft, warm skin was no hardship. Quinn admired Josh's slim, elegant muscles and frame, so unlike his own bulky body.
Josh lay back and watched him, eyes shining.
Quinn tossed the washcloth into the bathroom and lay down beside Josh. A sudden rush of shyness overtook him, and he didn't know what to say. The thought of coming across as clingy or insecure terrified him.
Josh rolled to his side, a move that put him closer to Quinn. He pillowed his head on his arm. One corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile. "You're the first guy I've ever been with who's bigger than me."
Not sure whether that was good or bad, Quinn frowned. "Really?"
"Yeah, I'm usually the big one. Or about the same size, at least. I thought it might freak me out to be smaller." Josh grinned. "Turns out it didn't."
Quinn couldn't help grinning back. "It didn't?"
Josh's dark eyes sparkled with amusement. "No. You being bigger than me is kind of hot. And you didn't make any assumptions about who was going to top."
Face heating, Quinn shrugged. "Guys always assume I'm going to top. A lot of them assume I'm going to get rough with them, too, and are mad when I won't do that."
One of Josh's long, slim fingers stroked along his cheekbone. "I hope you didn't mind that I wanted you to top. I meant it when I said I'd do it next time."
As if he'd let a little issue like who was going to top ruin his chances with Josh. Quinn caught Josh's hand and kissed his palm. "I didn't mind. It was good."
"Good? Try spectacular."
The indignant look Josh gave him made him grin. "That's what I meant."
Josh laughed.
Relaxed and happy, Quinn rolled to his back and lounged on a pillow. Josh got up and went into the bathroom for a few minutes. When he returned, he curled up against Quinn's side and trailed his fingers lightly over Quinn's arm, chest, and sides.
He paused when he reached a raised scar just above Quinn's hip. "What's this?"
"Burn scar." Quinn had never told anyone about how the mark happened, but he found himself continuing. "My dad got really drunk and decided to heat up some soup on the stove. When he brought it into the living room to eat, he stumbled and spilled some on me."
A sharp intake of breath was Josh's only reaction. His voice steady, he asked, "How old were you?"
Quinn shrugged. "Six? Seven? I was in first grade, I think."
After a few minutes of silence, Josh touched another scar, this one long and thin. "What about this one?"
"Broken bottle. I was twelve. That one he did on purpose." His dad had been angry at him for some imagined infraction. The cut had seemed almost mild, after the
Quinn didn't make a sound. His eyes clamped shut, he pumped into Josh a few more times, ragged and frenzied. He arched his head back and came, still without a sound.
It was one of the most beautiful things Josh had ever seen.
Chapter 14
----
Shaking from the aftermath of the most powerful orgasm he could remember having, Quinn collapsed onto his back next to Josh. For a long moment all he could do was breathe in and out.
Josh seemed to be having the same problem. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, as if he were utterly exhausted. Quinn had half a second's worry that Josh just didn't want to look at him before Josh opened his eyes and smiled, the expression soft and warm.
Happiness bubbled up in his chest. Quinn ran a fingertip along Josh's lips. "I'll be back."
He slid from the bed and padded to the bathroom. He took care of the condom and cleaned up a little. Wanting to do something for Josh, he ran the water until it was warm and wet a washcloth. He brought it back to the bedroom for Josh to clean up with.
Josh leaned up on his elbows. "Thanks." He started to sit up.
Quinn put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll get it." He ran the washcloth over Josh's stomach and chest, and then lower, making sure to get everything. Touching Josh's soft, warm skin was no hardship. Quinn admired Josh's slim, elegant muscles and frame, so unlike his own bulky body.
Josh lay back and watched him, eyes shining.
Quinn tossed the washcloth into the bathroom and lay down beside Josh. A sudden rush of shyness overtook him, and he didn't know what to say. The thought of coming across as clingy or insecure terrified him.
Josh rolled to his side, a move that put him closer to Quinn. He pillowed his head on his arm. One corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile. "You're the first guy I've ever been with who's bigger than me."
Not sure whether that was good or bad, Quinn frowned. "Really?"
"Yeah, I'm usually the big one. Or about the same size, at least. I thought it might freak me out to be smaller." Josh grinned. "Turns out it didn't."
Quinn couldn't help grinning back. "It didn't?"
Josh's dark eyes sparkled with amusement. "No. You being bigger than me is kind of hot. And you didn't make any assumptions about who was going to top."
Face heating, Quinn shrugged. "Guys always assume I'm going to top. A lot of them assume I'm going to get rough with them, too, and are mad when I won't do that."
One of Josh's long, slim fingers stroked along his cheekbone. "I hope you didn't mind that I wanted you to top. I meant it when I said I'd do it next time."
As if he'd let a little issue like who was going to top ruin his chances with Josh. Quinn caught Josh's hand and kissed his palm. "I didn't mind. It was good."
"Good? Try spectacular."
The indignant look Josh gave him made him grin. "That's what I meant."
Josh laughed.
Relaxed and happy, Quinn rolled to his back and lounged on a pillow. Josh got up and went into the bathroom for a few minutes. When he returned, he curled up against Quinn's side and trailed his fingers lightly over Quinn's arm, chest, and sides.
He paused when he reached a raised scar just above Quinn's hip. "What's this?"
"Burn scar." Quinn had never told anyone about how the mark happened, but he found himself continuing. "My dad got really drunk and decided to heat up some soup on the stove. When he brought it into the living room to eat, he stumbled and spilled some on me."
A sharp intake of breath was Josh's only reaction. His voice steady, he asked, "How old were you?"
Quinn shrugged. "Six? Seven? I was in first grade, I think."
After a few minutes of silence, Josh touched another scar, this one long and thin. "What about this one?"
"Broken bottle. I was twelve. That one he did on purpose." His dad had been angry at him for some imagined infraction. The cut had seemed almost mild, after the
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