Clearly, a single night of dreams coming true wasn’t enough to sate his desire for his best friend.
Oh, fuck! What were they going to tell everybody? None of their friends were going to believe this one.
“You’re overthinking,” Chad stated as only someone who knew him well could do.
“It’s a lot,” Ducky replied in complete contradiction to his mental commitment moments ago to just go with the flow.
But what did the flow actually mean? Who flowed with anything? Dallas flowed with the terms his parents put on him as an adolescent, but he bided his time to get out of the house and never looked back… The flow sucked. Who would want to flow around?
The concern on Chad’s face grew more pronounced as he placed the second plate on the edge of the mattress and walked slowly back to Ducky as if he were some sort of skittish colt ready to bolt.
That alone was the comic relief he needed. He shook his head, dispelling the frantic emotions that took over as he bypassed Chad and went for the food. “I’m trying not to overthink but it’s hard. Are you going with it?”
“I’m more than going with it. I meant everything I said last night,” Chad said, trailing behind. His tone had no hesitation, only clear and determined.
Okay. What did that mean?
Ducky sat on the edge of the mattress, lifting his gaze to Chad who stood before him, just out of reach. All that handsomeness messed with his head too. On instinct alone, he mimicked Chad’s earlier perusal as he looked up and down his friend’s body. A mouthwateringly hard body.
Want and desire edged out the doubt. Flashes of memory of Chad moving over him, whispering words of love in his ear, the devotion implied in their love making… “We’ll have to hit the highlights of last night. I might have missed a few things.” Ducky pushed the plate out of the way.
Chad broke the invisible line between them, taking the step forward, nudging his legs apart to stand in the middle of his thighs. Calm returned. His mind stilled. He boldly reached for Chad’s hips, drawing him closer. This time, he gave a pointed stare at Chad’s cock, the hard-on tenting the thin material of his shorts.
“Want me to take care of this?”
“More than anything else in the world.” Chad’s hands came to rest on Ducky’s shoulders, letting him take the lead.
He pushed the elastic waistband of the shorts down Chad’s legs. With the tips of his fingers, he followed the perfect curve of Chad’s ass until he reached the short hairs on the back of Chad’s thighs. He skimmed his fingers across the warm skin, watching with fascination at the efforts of his foreplay.
Chad’s plumping cock zinged to hard as hell in seconds flat.
With a groan, Chad’s hand rose to Ducky’s neck. The pad of his thumb lovingly swept across the edge of his hairline, eliciting goose bumps down his back. Chad’s other hand grazed over his jaw, lips, and cheekbones, reverently.
Ducky cradled Chad’s sac, adding pressure while he curled his other hand around the jutting cock. A tiny bead of pre-come gathered at the top, thrilling him. Somehow Chad did in fact want him. This moment exemplified that, even more so than any words they could have spoken. Ducky swallowed the lump of excited anticipation swelling in his throat and parted his lips. With a flick of his tongue, he lapped away the salty evidence of Chad’s need then watched as another droplet formed at the slit. Ducky licked that drop away too.
“If you put me in your mouth, I’ll tell you what I said last night,” Chad bartered. His tone was flirtatious and husky and full of desire.
“Not necessary. I’m remembering now.” Ducky meant those words. He had seven days left on this trip. If, when they left, this part of their relationship was left here too, then Ducky wanted every single moment of their time together to be embedded in his mind.
Oh fuck.As hard as Chad tried to watch his dick disappearing inside Ducky’s skilled mouth, he was shit to do more than tighten his grip on Ducky’s head to help keep himself upright. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Pleasure swept from his cock to all parts of his body. Talk about toe-curling…
They’d had each other many times last night, but he could surely last a few minutes without having to fight back his release. Clearly, that was a laughable thought. Before he had any chance to pull himself together, Ducky’s velvet tongue curled around his tip then plunged his cock deep inside his mouth. His balls tightened, his fingertips dug into the soft skin of Ducky’s neck, and he hissed out a grunted breath.Jeezus.
The next pull had Chad hitting the back of Ducky’s throat. Who would have thought Ducky lacked a gag reflex? The man was full of surprises, delightful surprises.
Focus, Chad demanded of himself. He clamped his jaw shut, ground his teeth together, and locked his eyelids closed. His senses sizzled, coasting close to overload. He didn’t stand a chance to last as long as he wanted if he continued to watch Ducky bob his head. He drove Chad’s cock in and out of his mouth.
Ducky’s grip tightened at the base of his cock, guiding the blow job with skill. That tongue, made for pure pleasure, circled Chad’s tip, adding to the slick ride back into the warm confines of Ducky’s mouth. The hand at his balls knew exactly what he wanted, a soft gentle touch with a good, tight tug thrown in for good measure. Chad wanted their love making to always have this sense of urgency, where neither seemed able to get enough or hold back on the other.
His fingers loosened their hold, cupping Ducky’s jaw. He swept the pad of his thumbs under the soft skin of Ducky’s eyes and cheeks. Ducky added a hard squeeze to his sac. Chad was shit to stop his cock from leaking as a kaleidoscope of fireworks burst from behind his eyelids.
Chad panted, his fingers digging into Ducky’s neck, jaw, and stubbled cheek. Images of his dreams from the past fueled his desire. Ducky’s longer curly hair sliding between his fingers played in his mind’s eye like the fantasies he’d always had of this man. He followed the trail of short hairs up to the longer-on-top silky strands. He clutched the tresses, fighting the need begging him to take control.
“Grow your hair out for me,” Chad groaned. The words cost him some of his restraint. He clamped his jaw closed, dropping his chin to his chest. As much as he wanted to demand Ducky’s immediate agreement, to have this man promise to be with him until the short strands were long and full again, he was shit to do anything more than ride the pleasure.
“Tug,” he whispered, cracking his eyes open. Ducky’s head rolled back and forth. Those plump lips that looked made for sin were exactly as Chad had imagined. His hips began a barely controlled thrust, pushing deeper into Ducky’s mouth. It was time to put an end to this tantalizing agony. “I want to lose myself…” He couldn’t finish because holy fucking hell if Ducky didn’t loosen his jaw, opening his throat. His hips bucked as Ducky swallowed around him, his throat twitching around Chad’s cock.
“I want you, Duck…” Chad’s head swam, making it hard to send words out into the world past the jumble of sensations running through his body. “This is right. You and me. Together.”
