Page 66 of If the World Was Ending

Wrestling ensued. Laughing followed. That turned into kissing that was anything but funny. Fuck, they were both going to have beard burn on their chins and lips from each other, but fuck it. That was something to worry about once they were satisfied. Colby was lying on top of Hunter now, and their dicks were lined up. Colby arched his back a little and moved his hips, and fuck, it was so hot the way his cock pressed and rubbed against his. That fever inside Hunter was lethal, threatening to wipe his brain of all common sense and rational thought.

“I have an idea,” Colby murmured, his lips against Hunter’s for one more kiss before he got off the bed. “I want to try something I saw in a video.”

“A video?”

“Porn Hub.”

Hunter watched Colby walk naked into the bathroom and tried not to panic. He had some idea what Colby might have watched. “I… um… I’m like new to all of this. And I don’t know how much I’m ready for.”

“Not that.” Colby glanced over at him as he dug around in his toiletry bag. “That requires prep.”

“Prep?”

“Yeah, you need to prep for anal. It’s better,” Colby explained. “I didn’t know you were coming and… so I haven’t. I know what I’d have to do. I researched it. But I haven’t done it. Yet. Ever. I don’t really know what I’m doing either, remember?”

“Yeah.” Hunter swallowed, and Colby paused as his eyes swept over Hunter’s naked form. “If you’d be the one prepping, does that mean…”

“I’d let you fuck me?” Colby’s expression was soft and vulnerable as he nodded. “I’m not turned off by the idea. Are you?”

Was he? Hunter thought about it—and not for the first time—but it felt different because it was a real possibility now, apparently. “You’re the only person I’d want to try it with. One day.”

Colby smiled as he came back to the bed with a bottle of lube, and he lay down next to Hunter. “One day it is then.” Colby’s tongue was in his mouth again, and words were suddenly the last thing Hunter could find. He pulled back just enough to speak against Hunter’s lips. “Tonight I want to fuck us both, together, with my hand. Or your hand.”

“What?” Hunter watched him pour the lube over his hand and then wrap it around Hunter’s cock. “Oh, Jesus. That’s cold.”

“Sorry.” Colby kissed his neck, just above his collarbone. His eyes lingered on the spot as he pulled back. “I wanna mark you again too. It was hot. And you can mark me, if you want.”

He began to stroke Hunter. It was fucking magic with the slippery liquid making everything effortless. It warmed up right away, and Hunter immediately started moving his hips. Colby moved his so his cock bumped Hunter’s again, and Hunter gasped. Colby lifted his right leg and dropped it on the side of Hunter’s thigh. He pushed closer still. Now their cocks were rubbing… oh fucking hell. Hunter’s head tipped back.

Colby kissed his chest and wrapped a hand around both of them, gently but firmly holding them together. Hunter’s whole body shivered. He let out a sound that was most certainly a moan and fuck… oh god… this was something. “Feels good. So fucking good.”

“Yeah,” Colby whispered. “Roll onto your back.”

Hunter did and regretted it immediately because Colby let go of their cocks. But then he straddled Hunter, grabbed their cocks again with his slippery fingers, and leaned forward on his free arm. They were shaft to shaft now, and when he started moving, Hunter saw stars. His orgasm was pounding on the door, ready, impatient, and Hunter groaned. “I fucking can’t last. I can’t.”

“Yeah, I… I’m so fucking close.”

Hunter forced his eyes open. He watched Colby, his skin flushed, his kiss-battered mouth open, his eyes almost rolling back. He reached up and cupped the back of Colby’s head. There was no hair to hold onto like in the past, it was too short now, so his hand slipped to the back of Colby’s neck. Colby lowered his body, and Hunter rose up to meet him, and they kissed long and deep, and that orgasm began to punch its way to the surface, fast and hard. Then Hunter slid his mouth to Colby’s neck. He began to suck on the skin there. Colby’s back arched and his eyes fell shut.

“Fuck. Colby. I’m—” Hunter moaned and came all over his own stomach.

A moment later, just as Hunter was going to beg Colby to let go of his sensitive, twitching cock, Colby let out a whimper, shuddered, and came too. And it was the most mesmerizing thing Hunter had ever laid eyes on. He was so perfect. It wasn’t fair.

Colby let go of their dicks and dropped down, on top of Hunter, into the mess. Hunter wrapped a weak arm around his back. His lips brushed the top of Colby’s head, and he inhaled. He smelled like a shampoo much fancier than the apple-scented Head and Shoulders he’d used in West Hollywood, which was still sitting on the moldy ledge in their shower stall.

“We should clean up,” Colby murmured against Hunter’s chest. He was right, but Hunter was worried about moving. If they got up and left this moment, eventually they’d have to talk about what happened. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do that.

Colby slowly, shakily, got off Hunter and the bed. He walked to the bathroom, and Hunter just stared—at his round ass, at the dimples in his back just above it, at the smattering of beauty marks across the back of his shoulders. He heard the shower turn on and closed his eyes. His head was swimming with questions and uncertainty, but his body buzzed with a low-key hum of pure, deep contentment. Colby appeared in the doorway again, still naked, still hot as hell. “Shower?”

He tossed a hand towel at Hunter, and it landed directly on the mess Hunter was still covered in. “Yeah.”

He wiped up and stood, walking to the bathroom a little self-consciously because Colby wasn’t even pretending not to stare at him while he did it. As he brushed past Colby, he reached up and grabbed the corner of Hunter’s chin. He kissed him, quick and soft. “Conserve water?”

“What?”

“Shower together?” Colby clarified.

“Uh… yeah. If you want.” Hunter hadn’t thought of that for some reason, but now that Colby had mentioned it, it seemed like a brilliant idea. He smiled, and Colby smiled back, then shoved him playfully toward the large walk-in shower.