Chuckling, I heard him gasp. “What the hell did you just do there?”
“Oh, you like humming.” I searched out his eyes and found those hazel eyes shining as bright green pools crazed with desire and begging to be able to come soon. He nodded desperately, and I sucked the other half of him in between my lips. I started to hum softly, and his hands moved to lace behind my head. I hummed louder, and I could see the blissed out blank stare on Maddox’s face.
Following the vein on the underside of his shaft, I flicked another drop off the head and licked my lips.
Maddox was panting. “I feel like I’m going to fucking explode, Aaron. Shit…” He stared down at me, and down further at my cock.
It hurt it was so hard, but I wasn’t going to touch it until he’d come. I had been with more than just a few men, and I knew what all this was. Maddox didn’t, and I still didn’t want to spook him.
“I want to come, Aaron, but I want to touch you too.”
I felt myself jerk, and Maddox was fascinated.
An idea crossed my mind, and after giving his cock one more lash with my tongue, I stood. “Lay back on the bed, properly.”
He scrambled back as fast as he could, more than eager to see what I was up to. I climbed on and laid myself out over him, not quite touching yet.
“Doxx, I can be assertive in bed,” I whispered. “Tell me if I’m too much. I’ve pushed people away who thought that I was a cute twinkie bottom.”
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Doxx said. “Whatever you are in bed is fine with me, but Jesus, could we please, please do something?”
I lowered my hips and lined our cocks up next to each other, sliding back and forth just a little. Maddox’s eyes went wide and he let out a hard breath.
“Frotting is fun,” I whispered. I jumped back off the bed and ran to my bag. I knew there was a bottle of lube there, and it would make it much more fun. There were condoms there too, but that…was going to be too much. Not this time. I jumped back on the bed and I couldn’t resist sucking his erection in to my mouth one more time and giving his head a slow lick.
He was wide-eyed and had no idea what he was doing and it was fucking adorable. I got to teach him all about the joys of gay sex, and I was going to take this job very, very seriously.
I brushed myself over him again, and he let out a whimper. “I really don’t want to overwhelm you so I’m going to show you one of my favorite things ever.” I leaned down into his ear. “There’s not much I don’t like about sex, Doxx.”
“Good.” He turned and caught my lips in a kiss. “Show me, Aaron. My balls are about to go full jabillo here.”
Laughing, I popped the cap on the lube in my hand, and poured it over my fingers. I snapped it closed, tossed it on the pillow next to us, and rubbed it all over my hands, warming it up.
Taking one slick hand, I wrapped it around Maddox’s cock, sliding up and down.
“Holyshit, why have I never used lube before,” he panted, arching slightly into my hand.
“Hetero sex, as far as I can tell, is devoid of the time and toys a lot of gay sex enjoys.” I slicked my own erection and just slipped it up and down his for a moment or two.
Having this amazing man, this world-famous rock artist, staring at me like he was a lost babe in the woods while I pumped his cock was something I had never ever even dreamed of. And here I was, lowering my hips to his to align our erections so I could take both of us in hand and teach him the joys of frotting.
Maddox’s hands found my sides, and his fingers trailed over my flanks. His breath stuttered when I wrapped my hand around both of us, and started moving up and down over the slicked skin.
Glancing down, I watched as my hand stroked us, barely fitting around the two of us at the same time. I grabbed one of Maddox’s hand and brought it down to wrap over mine and follow the rhythm.
“Holy shit.” He was entranced. “Holy…this feels so fucking good, Aaron. S-shit.”
His eyes fell closed, and I leaned down to kiss him hard, our tongues tangling together. I held myself up just enough to keep our hands moving easily. Maddox made some obscene noises as I flicked my thumb over the top of his beautiful cut cock and swept off the drop of pre-cum.
His fingers found my nipple and flicked it. I gasped against his lips, and when he pinched it, I let out a moan.
“You’re right,” he whispered. “They are just as sensitive.”
I nipped as his jaw. “I happen to love having my nipples played with.”
His answer was to pinch it again. I approved with a hiss of pleasure and moved our hands faster over our joined erections. I also kind of wished I had a third hand so I could play with his balls.
Burying my face in his neck, I licked and sucked at the junction, loving the smell and taste of his skin. His hand gripped us tighter and I could hear his breathing getting harder—mine wasn’t far behind.
