Page 112 of Jackrabbit

Beau drank in the sight of Colt’s body—all that ink and lean, hungry muscle. He’d spent a decade convinced he didn't deserve something this bright in his life, and here this boy was throwing himself at him. When Colt finally had Beau naked, he stopped dead, eyes raking Beau from head to toe and back to the cock hanging hot and heavy between his legs. He whimpered, just as needy as Beau had accused him of, and pre drizzled out of Beau and dripped onto his foot.

Then Colt was on him again, guiding him back into the shower and licking up the hollow of his throat just before the water hit them both. “You're so fucking gorgeous, Beau, oh my God.”

He snatched the loofah and the soap as Beau reached down and grabbed a handful of his ass, pulling until Colt was on his tiptoes. Beau's finger slipped between his cheeks, and Colt ground himself once against Beau’s thigh, soap and loofah trapped between them, before slapping Beau’s hand away.

“No.” He shook his head, his curls gone flat with the water, and squirted soap onto the loofah. “Iamclean, but you told me I can touch you and I'm gonna fucking touch you. You don't get to distract me with your huge fucking hands.”

“What do you mean you're—” Beau shuddered as Colt pressed the loofah into his chest. He reached for Colt’s ass again. “You mean you—”

Colt slapped his hand away again and glared. “Stop. My turn.”

“Mhmm.” Beau crowded Colt against the wall, soap suds dripping down his thighs. Their noses touched as he leaned down and pinched Colt’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You get on with it, or I'm gonna hold you down and fuck your face like you been beggin’ me to all week.”

Biting his lip like he was tempted, Colt ran the loofah down to Beau’s stomach. “Please? Let me do this.” He brushed his fingers along Beau’s length, which jumped at his touch. “I'll be so good for you after, I promise. I'll do anything you want, but—” Colt's voice cracked, and Beau pushed his hair back from his face. “I've been dying for this for months. Please?”

“Yeah, boy.” Beau kissed his lips. “But you're mine after.”

“Deal.”

Colt spread soap over Beau's arms, his thighs, knelt to get his feet and work up between his legs. When Colt dropped the loofah onto the floor so he could use his hands, Beau nearly groaned. Moving up again, Colt gently rolled Beau’s balls in his palm, pushed back to rub against the tender spot behind them, and slid further into Beau's crease.

“Yeah?” Colt whispered against Beau’s skin when Beau’s hips jerked.

No one had touched Beau there since his twenties. He hadn't trusted anyone to, and he didn’t know yet whether he was ready for Colt to do it, either.

Reading Beau’s hesitation, Colt licked his hip and moved his hands back down. “S'ok. I like being fucked enough for the both of us.”

Colt stood, water streaming down his back, and wrapped his soapy hand around Beau's cock. He stroked once, slow and deliberate, thumb swiping over the head. Beau's hips rolled forward, and Colt grinned, all dimples and heat.

"There it is." Colt mouthed up Beau's chest to his throat, his hand still working Beau’s length. "Been thinking about this for so long. How you'd feel in my hand. In my mouth."

"Colt—" Beau's voice was already wrecked, and they'd barely started.

"Shh." Colt squeezed and twisted his wrist on the upstroke. "My turn, remember?"

He dropped to his knees again, Beau's hand shooting to the wall for balance. Colt looked up at him through wet lashes, water running down his face. Breathtaking.

"Gonna make you feel so good, baby." Colt kissed Beau's hip, his stomach, the crease of his thigh. "Promise."

"Boy, if you don't get your mouth on me in the next thirty seconds—"

Colt's tongue traced along Beau's length, base to tip, and Beau's threat died in his throat. It became a groan instead.

"Like that?" Colt did it again, slower this time, humming. "You taste so good."

"Colt." Beau's hand found Colt's wet hair and gripped it. Not pulling, just holding. Grounding himself. "Stop teasing."

"Make me." Colt grinned, all challenge and want, looking like the filthiest picture with Beau’s shaft against his jaw.

Wrong thing to say to Beau. His hand tightened in Colt's hair, and he angled Colt’s head back. "Open."

Colt's mouth parted without hesitation, tongue out, and fuck if that wasn't the best thing Beau had ever seen.

"Good boy." Beau guided himself to Colt's lips so he could rub the head against his tongue. "Now show me what you can do with that smart mouth.”

“Yes, sir,” Colt purred. He sucked Beau’s cockhead between his kiss-swollen lips and swirled his tongue around it before digging gently into his slit.

“Look at you,” Beau murmured as Colt flicked his tongue against the sensitive seam where the head met the shaft. “You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock.”