That’s not something I should admit, either. I picture the image of him standing 20 stories above the city, looking over that edge like he thought he was immortal.
It’s almost how he’s looking at me now.
“Grip me harder,” he commands, and his eyelids drop lower as he watches me. “I need to ask you a question, and you have to be honest.”
“Yes?”
“If I come up here again tomorrow, will you let me in?”
His cock throbs again in my tightening fist, and I stroke him in a quicker rhythm. “Chase, I’m starting to get a little worried that I’d doanythingyou ask.”
“God, don’t say things like that.”
“Why?”
“I’ll get too used to the power. So, anyway, that’s a yes?”
“Yes.”
He lets out a deep moan and finally slides his slicked fingers downward, gripping my cock like he’s giving me a reward. I up my pace on him, too, and he presses his body into mine.
“Oh, fuck. I have to come,” he utters in a low voice. “Fuck, Logan?—”
He shoots hard and fast, so much quicker than I expected. His whole body tenses as a hot streak of white lands on the back of my hand, one hits my forearm, and the rest ends up all over his lower stomach.
He seems to have forgotten about his hand on my dick, and it’s frozen there on me, gripping tight in a way that’s making more precum leak from my tip.
When he comes, I buck my hips upward into the tight channel of his fist, completely involuntarily.
He groans loudly, in an almost frustrated-sounding sigh.
“I came so hard,” he whispers, and then he slowly starts to laugh.
For a while I wonder if he may have taken some drug before coming up here, because he starts to act a little loopy, breathing heavy and shaking his head in between running his free hand through his hair.
His other hand stays on my cock the whole time, like he’s holding it hostage.
But finally, he turns back to me, and his eyes land softly on mine again.
“Hi,” I say to him.
He eyes me. “I want to try something.”
He releases my cock and stands up, leaving me aching. He reaches for a bunch of tissues from the living room table, broadly wiping at his stomach to clean the mess. He finally shoves off his pants the rest of the way before undoing his shirt, too, and soon he’s completely naked in front of me again.
I watch as he drops down between my legs on the long part of the couch, his hair in a wild tangle all around his face.
“Did you ever do things with another guy before you knew you were gay? Physically, I mean?” he asks me.
I shake my head. “No. I knew pretty early on.”
He hums, nodding like he’s studying for a test. “Okay. Second question. Will you promise not to come until I tell you to?”
“Chase. How much self-control do you think I have?”
He inches forward on the couch between my legs. He strokes his fingertips up the underside of my shaft, then leans in and does the same thing with the tip of his tongue. My body courses with so much untapped arousal that I almost feel like I’m going to pass out.
It was difficult enough not to come while his body was pushed up against mine, but seeing him between my legs is even more of a challenge.
