Page 34 of Saved By the Pitcher

“I heard you on the phone earlier, telling him you’d accompany him tomorrow to pick out an engagement ring for Nadia. I guess that means we won’t be spending the whole day together after all, huh?” Mike asked, though he tried not to sound like he was whining when he did.

James avoided Mike’s eyes, looking back to the kids instead. “Yeah. Sorry about that. I have a hard time saying no to him. This is important, and he values my opinion.”

Mike put a hand on James’ thigh to reassure him. “It’s okay. I get it.”

James smiled in thanks. “But we have the rest of today, tonight and tomorrow morning. If you still want to stay over, that is.”

Mike laughed. “That’s like asking me if I want another bowl of ice cream.”

James shook his head. “And I won’t ask you that because you’ve had enough. Come on, let’s walk back to my place.”

They threw their empty cups into a nearby trash can and exited the park.

* * * *

“Maybe you should turn off the air-conditioning and open the windows,” Mike suggested when they returned to the building. “It’s so nice out. The cool breeze will be nice on our naked skin.”

James gave Mike a flirtatious look. “We’re not naked.”

Mike advanced on James and put his arms around him. “Not yet, we aren’t. But I don’t want you wearing clothes for the rest of my visit.”

James chuckled. “Oh? Well, I’m not in the habit of walking around my apartment naked, even when I’m alone.”

Mike smirked in return. “I don’t care that you’re modest when you’re by yourself. But when you’re with me, you’ll be an exhibitionist. So, take your clothes off, please.”

James crossed his arms in mock protest. “Such a voyeur. My God. Fine—after you.”

Mike laughed before throwing his baseball cap onto the kitchen table and pulling off his jersey. Before James could comment, Mike unzipped his jeans and shucked both them and his underwear down his legs and off his feet, leaving him only in white athletic socks.

James clicked his tongue. “Wow, stunning. What brand of socks are they? I can’t take my eyes off them.”

“Asshole,” Mike chastised, reaching over and tickling James until he was crying from laughing so much. Mike didn’t wait for James to remove his clothes. He knocked the cap off James’ head and yanked up his T-shirt and pulled it off his body. Mike backed James against the wall and undid his jeans and, as he had done for himself, pushed both the pants and underwear down with one fell swoop. James’ hardening cock bounced up to greet him. Mike knelt before James, pulling the clothing off his legs and feet, then removed James’ socks. Still on his knees, he reached over to touch James’ now engorged dick, examining it with affection and lust. “It’s magnificent.”

James let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, well it seems to be drawn to you. Literally.”

“Mm,” Mike moaned, taking the head of James’ member into his mouth. Surprised, James dropped his head back against the wall, gasping. Mike swirled his tongue around the crown, surprised by how much he loved the taste and scent of the man. He ventured to swallow more, getting as far as filling his mouth without entering his throat. James was gasping, and it made Mike erect as well. He sucked and slurped on his new favorite oral treat, reaching his left hand to James’ balls so he could caress them.

“Mike,” James whispered. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”

Mike released James’ cock with a wet popping noise and blushed. “Sorry. Am I being too messy?”

James shook his head. “God, no. Wet is nice.” He reached his hand down to take Mike’s so he could assist him to his feet and lead him to the bedroom. Once they were there, James pushed Mike onto the mattress like he had done to James earlier. James pushed against Mike’s knees so he knew to scooch back on the mattress. What Mike hadn’t expected was James taking hold of his calves, lifting them and pushing them up until Mike’s knees were resting near his chest.

“What the hell?” Mike whispered. “You aren’t going to fuck me, are you?”

James laughed. “Someday, I hope. But not now.” Mike relaxed, then James knelt before him so he could start kissing the backs of Mike’s thighs.

“Jesus,” Mike muttered.

“Nah, it’s just me,” James replied. “Keep your knees in place. I like looking at a hot guy offering himself to me.”

Mike whimpered at that, pulling his knees as far forward as he could. He knew he was wide open and felt even more exposed than earlier when he was rimmed from behind. He was a little embarrassed and aroused at the same time. Mike liked offering himself to James and letting him be the one to see him in this most intimate position. He was relishing the light licks and kisses along his legs until a few moments later, James pressed his tongue on his opening. “Oh God,” he cried.

James pulled his head back and snarked, “You keep going up the deity chain, but it’s still just me.”

“You’re my god,” Mike exclaimed. “And I’m here to serve you.”

James snorted. “Such a poet. And right now, it seems I’m the one serving you.” Then he went back to caressing Mike’s sensitive skin with his tongue until Mike was vocalizing deity names and vulgarities in the same word stream. After a few minutes, he backed off and climbed onto the bed. He shifted Mike so that his entire body was on the mattress, then aligned himself over Mike in a sixty-nine position. “I’m going to suck your cock, and I’m going to finger your ass,” James asserted.