Page 16 of Healing the Twin

Okay, we needed to get things going, or these weird nerves would take over again. I faced him. “You take the lead. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

He smiled. “You’re not a paid sex worker, Tomás.”

I loved how he pronounced my name. Plenty of people called me Thomas, but he pronounced it the way my parents had intended, ending on a sh sound. “No, but I want this to be good for you.”

He shook his head. “It needs to be good for both of us. Focusing on me was what got us into trouble last time, I think. Let’s try to relax and let things develop naturally.”

Relax. Easier said than done, but I’d give it my best try.

Fir seemed to have an urge to get started as well. He took off his glasses and put them on the nightstand. After a moment’s hesitation, he stepped close and placed his hands on my waist. He pulled me in, and our bodies pressed against each other as he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met, and we got the angle right, so no bumping noses this time. We started slow, but when his sweet flavor hit my tongue, I moaned and deepened our kiss.

His chest was flush against mine, and so were our groins. An electric charge raced through my body. Our mouths were locked in a passionate dance, tongues exploring and teasing as if we’d been yearning for this contact for years. Fir’s eagerness fueled my hunger, and finally, we were in sync. This time my cock had gotten the memo too, growing hard fast.

“God, you taste so good,” Fir murmured against my lips.

“So do you.”

Fir wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer as we kissed. I squeezed his firm ass, smiling against his mouth when he moaned. He was responsive, and I liked that. It gave me all the feedback I needed about what to do.

I kept kissing him as I moved my hands to his shorts and unbuttoned and unzipped them. They dropped to the floor, and he kicked them off. I raised my arms, and my shirt came off. Our hands moved frantically, tugging at buttons and zippers. It was as if we couldn’t undress each other fast enough, our need for skin-to-skin contact overpowering any semblance of patience. What had been so stilted and awkward before now was easy and natural.

“Your body is amazing,” Fir said, his eyes roaming over my chest and abs, lingering on the trail of hair leading to my hard cock. His gaze felt like a physical touch, and it made me even harder, if that was possible.

“I love your freckles.” I kissed one on his shoulder.

He made a face. “I don’t.”

“The appropriate reaction when someone compliments you is to say ‘thank you,’ so let’s try this again. I love your freckles.”

He rolled his eyes, but a smile played on his lips. “Thank you.”

He was built differently than me, much more slender, lacking the muscles I had. His belly was soft, not the six-pack I worked so hard to maintain, but he was stinking cute, and I was eager to explore every last inch of him.

I traced my fingers along Fir’s collarbone, where goose bumps rose in response to my touch. I let my fingertips roam, marveling at the firmness of his pecs and the soft skin of his hairless chest.

“I was never able to grow any hair there,” he said as if reading my thoughts. “Much to my chagrin as a teenager.”

“It wouldn’t fit your build. You’re perfect like this.”

He blushed. “Perfect? You’re a smooth talker, Tomás. You always were.”

“Your skin is so soft,” I murmured and pressed a gentle kiss to the hollow of his throat. I was gonna ignore his remarks because otherwise, we’d be arguing instead of doing much more pleasant things.

I explored his chest, rubbing his nipples until they were tight little buds, admiring the smooth satin of his skin, letting my hands and lips discover new spots until Fir was trembling.

“Can I…?” He pointed downward, presumably at my cock. Not that it mattered.

“You can do whatever you want.”

He slid his hands through my chest hair, which had been black once upon a time but now bore the silver marks of my age, like the rest of me. He lingered on my abdomen. “Can’t believe you have an actual six-pack at your age.”

“It’s hard work. Let’s leave it at that. It comes at a cost, you know? I’ve been eating healthy and working out since I was a teenager. Rarely indulge myself.”

He looked up, his hand resting on my stomach. “I never thought of it like that.”

I shrugged. “It’s a price I’m willing to pay. Or at least, I have been…”

He blinked and refocused on my body. “Well, it has paid off. You’re stunning, Tomás. Always have been.”