Page 41 of Man of Honor
He leaned back, yanking his zipper down, giving me the space I needed to reach inside.His cock slid against my palm, hot and smooth and silky.I pumped him one-handed, undoing my own fly with my free hand and lining up our erections.We bothlooked down at the same time, watching as I wrapped them together in a tight fist.
It was rough, but so, so sweet.The realest thing I’d ever felt.
“God, you feel so good,” Gage said, arching and digging his fingers into my shoulders.His breath had gone fast and choppy, a sound that already had me addicted.“I…I used to fantasize about you.”
“Yeah?” I encouraged, squeezing harder.
He gasped and hung his head, watching our flushed cockheads slide in and out of my fist."I'd jerk off saying your name.When I came, I'd scream it so fucking loud, I had to bury my face in a pillow just to keep everyone from hearing."
"Do it now," I growled as my balls tightened.
Gage blinked up at me, glassy-eyed.“What?”
I grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him into a deep, soul-searing kiss."Say my name," I growled against his damp lips."Say it while you pump all over me.No one can hear us out here. I want you to scream.”
His cock jerked, slicking both of us with precum, coating my fingers in a glossy sheen.His head fell back, exposing that long, perfect neck for me to bite.
“Wyatt…” he whimpered.
I sank my teeth in the tendon beneath his ear and commanded, "Again."
He hissed. “Wyatt.”
“Again.”
“Fuck!” His hands were on my shoulders, clamping down hard, as he bucked wildly into my fist.“Please, Wyatt.”
I caught his earlobe between my teeth, flicking it with my tongue until he shivered.“Please, what?”
“Let me come.”
I wanted that more than anything, more than I even wanted to come myself.Watching him fall apart in my arms was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, a miracle I'd never thought I'd be allowed.I didn’t want to torture him, so I tightened my grip, milking our cocks from root to tip with enough pressure to leave us both gasping.
A throbbing, tingling sensation sparked deep in my balls, and I knew I was seconds from coming.The intent, focused look on Gage’s face told me he was just as close.Chasing the high that was building and building.I hovered on the edge, sweating, teeth locked, head thrown back—and then I fell.Release surged through me, out of me, coating both our cocks as I pulsed like crazy.
Seeing me come was all it took to send Gage over the edge.He tightened up all at once, jerking hard on top of me, and biting his lip on the most delicious noises a man could make.
“Say it,” I demanded. I needed to hear it.Needed him to say my name while an orgasm ripped through him.“Say it!”
“Wyatt!” His voice broke as he came, hot and hard, shooting thick streams across both our stomachs.It felt endless, wringing extra pleasure from me as I reveled in each messy, glorious spurt.He hovered there, quivering in one endless, exquisite moment, and then he collapsed like his strings were cut.
The muscles of his back quivered beneath my hands as I stroked soothing circles.The scent of our arousal filled my nose, mingling with the night scents of cooling grass, creek, and smoke.His warm weight in my lap grounded me in ways I'd never anticipated, and my mind went perfectly quiet.
Gage was finally in my arms: safe, sated, and beautiful.Nothing else mattered.
After a long, long time, Gage roused himself, lifting a pair of dazed, heavy-lidded eyes to mine.“Why…” he started, then hitched a quick breath and went on in a tone so soft, I had to strain to hear it.“When I'm with you, why does it always feel so...important?"
I rubbed gentle circles between his shoulder blades, taking time with my answer, even though I understood perfectly.I felt it too, deep in my bones, every time I looked at him, smelled him, or heard him laugh.My throat felt tight when I said, “Maybe because it is.”
“You ever think…” He trailed off with a shake of his head.“Nevermind.”
Not a chance I was letting that drop.There were so many things I regretted about the way I'd turned him down, but nothing hit home like these small signs of lost trust.Gage used to talk to me like a friend, and yeah, it got under my skin, but it was the thing I'd missed the most once he was gone.
I cradled the back of his neck, brushing my thumb along the soft tips of his hair.“Tell me,” I said gently.
He shook his head, looking almost embarrassed.“I was just thinking about how long I waited for this, you know?How every second between the first time I kissed you and now felt liketorture.Like I’d gotten a glimpse of something other people find so easily, and I never could.Sometimes I think maybe some people aren't meant for soft things."
“People like you?” I asked solemnly.