Page 52 of AJ’s Fire

His eyebrows shot up. “Be right back.”

I jumped up and repositioned the blanket, thinking for a quick second that I should remove the plastic, but I knew it would take too long. I sat up instead and propped my knees up. I had just pressed a finger to my hole when AJ returned, stopping in his tracks in the doorway.

“Show me,” he growled. Then he just stood in the doorframe, and I got very self-conscious for a beat, my hand resting at my hole. But I wanted to do it, and the person I not only trusted the most in the world but wanted the most was there to witness it. We’d shared a lot of truths that day, and I felt like I was sharing one more.

We looked at each other, then he looked back down at my finger. I gave it a tentative push and AJ growled again before tossing the lube to me.

I sat up and dribbled a small amount on my finger, keeping eye contact with my best friend as I did so. He broke it when my finger found my hole again, and I swirled it around. He absolutely stalked to the bed and sat by my leg. For a minute, his hand simply rested on my knee, but as I got more and more adventurous with my finger, he began stroking my leg gently as he watched. I paced my swirls, and then my gentle thrusts, to the time he kept.

Eventually, he repositioned himself so that he was sitting between my legs, bed rustling with his every move. I stopped what I was doing and sat up straight as he kissed the inside of my leg, his hand still brushing the outside. He ended up prone between my legs as his lips brushed my inner thigh and all around the thick hair surrounding my cock. He was dancing around it, driving me crazier than he would have if he were sucking me off.

He hooked his arms underneath me and around to my sides, and his head popped up from between my legs, partially blocked by my dick, which his actions had caused to stand straight up in front of him. His too-long hair was hanging in his face, which flushed a shade of peach I had never seen on him before through hundreds of workouts and emergency calls. His smile was relaxed and infectious. My dick conveniently moved out of the way, leaning of its own accord to lie on my thigh. I could feel the pre-cum dripping off it.

“I did a little research. You know, some guys can come hands-free, just from …” He looked down at my hole.

“Have you ever tried it?” I ventured.

“Never. Have you?”

I nodded, the bed crinkling in agreement, and his eyes went wide as his cheeks turned from peach to a deep coral in front of me. “I’ve been doing some similar research. And I bought a toy.” I didn’t think his eyes could get any wider. “Just a little one,” I hastened to add, and I swear AJ’s eyes were in anime territory. “With a vibrator,” I finished.

“Oh fuck, Jackson. I want this to feel so good for you.” And then: Oh. My. God. Then his tongue was at my hole, licking and kissing and sucking until I was squirming and pliant enough that his tongue thrust in and out.

“I am so fucking hard for you, Jackson. I don’t know if I’m going to last.”

“Do it! Now! Fuck me, AJ!”

“No. You’re not ready.” He sat up on his knees again and stretched a hand out, palm up. In my haze it took me a minute, then I found and handed over the lube. “Let’s get you fucking ready,” he said as he poured lube on two fingers.

“Yes!” He started with one, sliding it in and out until he cautiously added a second. I let out a little hiss when they were lined up inside of me, and he began slowly thrusting. He stopped the motion to look at me, his other hand back to caressing my leg. I nodded slowly, and he shot his eyebrows up. It was a playful move that I’d seen him make before. I’d never realized it could be sexy. I absolutely loved being playful and sexy at the same time. It’s not something I’d ever really had before.

“Let’s find that spot,” he said, and he continued the in-out, slow-motion fuck, moving his fingers slightly with each thrust and stroking me inside. I was rocking along with him, hips thrusting instinctively. The burn I had felt when AJ had first fingered me was gone, and I was feeling nothing but pleasure at being fucked in the ass. Just as I was thinking that I was having the most remarkable experience of my life, fireworks went off in my core, causing me to emit a sound that was half growl, half whine and like nothing I had ever heard before from me or anyone else. And then it happened over and over and over again. And like any good fireworks show it built to a crescendo. I think I heard AJ say, “Found it.” I looked up from my blissed-out state to see him smiling down at me before a twitch of my dick distracted him. It was standing up straight again. AJ made a guttural growling sound of his own and sucked it down, pressing inside me for an extended time now that his focus was elsewhere. I was a squirming, babbling, sweaty mess, half off the blanket and sticking to the plastic, listening to the sounds coming out of AJ’s occupied mouth as I got closer and closer …

“No, baby. Gonna come. Want you inside.” Somewhere in the middle of my plea, AJ popped off. He pulled his two fingers out as well but only momentarily before lubing them up again and gently, slowly inserting three. His pace quickened as he alternated moving in and out with expanding and stretching his fingers, expanding and stretching me to take his cock.

He found the spot again, and we watched my dick twitch once more. “I love your magic spot,” AJ joked.

“You’re so stupid.” We were our old selves for a beat, laughing like two bro dudes at a bar, but need overtook me, or maybe the comfort of that moment overtook me, and I blurted out, “Your fucking cock is gonna love it more.”

He slid out and slicked up, me sitting up a bit to watch him play with himself. He was frenzied while he did it but stopped with a hand on himself, aware of me watching him.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything.”

“Fucking fuck, Jackson.” He was lining himself up. “It’s open for me. It’s so sexy. I’ve never thought … I’ve thought about the tightness and how it will make me feel, but holy fuck, you look so sexy like this, and to know …”

I leaned my head back. I might have loved every word he was saying, but AJ was losing the narrative. “Oh my God, Alexander Jeremy.” His eyes snapped to mine. “Put that fucking thing inside me right now.” He looked down long enough to get into position, and I could feel the brush of him against me.

How did we end up here? crossed my mind, but I kept it to myself as AJ hovered over me, stealing a kiss before pulling back far enough for us to lock eyes as he guided his arousal into my waiting hole.

He had a hand holding him up next to my head, and as his tip found me, the other hand landed on my other side. He brushed my lips, and then we were staring, his deep-brown eyes more intense than I had ever seen them. How was it possible to see him in a new and different way after having known him for five long years?

I rocked my hips tentatively, just once, and I was so well stretched that all I felt was the fullness of it, the rightness of being with him. His eyes lit up in a way that was so familiar yet somehow still new all at the same confusing time.

“Hi.” His eyebrows went up.

“Hi, yourself,” I replied.