Page 23 of Survival Game

“I need skin, friction,” Kyle panted as he pushed his own smooth hardness against Eric’s. A warm hand reached down and slicked him up with his own wetness. “I’ve been waiting all night to do this.”

Eric mumbled, “I’m not resisting,” between greedy kisses and groping hands that seemed to be everywhere at once. “This is me agreeing with you.”

Kyle chuckled, a strangled sound as he ground his shaven groin harder against Eric’s. Eric laid his head back on the couch, a moan of pleasure escaping from his ravaged mouth. “We’re gonna have friction burns on our dicks.” Even as he said it, he slid his hands into the back of Kyle’s jeans and roughly held him tighter. The globes of that tight arse felt magical in Eric’s hands and he could think of a lot of other things he’d like to do with them.

Kyle’s reply was to rub harder and Eric zoned out, closing his eyes as delectable sensations raced through his body.

Time and space disappeared to become only having this sexy man on top of him, taking his mouth with a savage intensity that made Eric see stars. Kyle’s soft moans, the tickling of skin as his hair brushed Eric’s skin—they all came together in one soul-shattering realisation that Eric had missed this.

Missed having someone so focused on him, giving him pleasure.

It had been too long, and Eric wanted more of it.

“Oh, God,” Kyle whispered as he strained above. “I hope you don’t mind a mess…” The last words were lost in a deep groan as Kyle came, warm fluid soaking Eric’s groin and stomach. Spurts of spunk hit the underside of Eric’s chin, catapulting him over the edge. He clasped the bum beneath his hands tighter, fingers clenching as he released.

Again, swollen lips smashed against his. Eric needed to draw breath, so after what seemed like minutes, he pulled away.

There was a moment of blissful silence. Both men lay stuck together by come and sweat.

Kyle chuckled. “Nice. I think we might have invented a new form of liquid Velcro. I don’t think I can move away.”

Eric grinned, his body coming down from his orgasmic high. “We’d have a lot of gay men volunteering to create the product if it came to that.”

The absurdity of that image made them both giggle like kids. It had been a long time since Eric had heard that sound emanating from his own throat.

“We need to clean up,” he murmured into Kyle’s cute shell of an ear. “Before we stay this way forever.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” Kyle murmured back. “I’m pretty comfy here.” He nuzzled Eric’s neck and planted a soft kiss there. “You make me feel good about myself. Like I’m worth something.”

A surge of affection swept through Eric. Kyle was a playful kitten—one with claws, judging from how his sharp fingernails had dug into Eric’s arms. Kyle was warm, fragrant and seemed to love cuddling, something Eric was partial to.

He kissed the top of Kyle’s fragranced hair. “Whoever it was that made you feel you weren’t worth anything was a damned idiot. They had no idea what they had. I guess I’m the lucky one now.” He didn’t miss Kyle’s hitch of breath and the way his hands grasped tighter around Eric’s waist.

His playful kitten obviously had some issues. Eric wondered what had happened to make him that way.

Eric cleared his throat. “You’re heavy, and I need to piss. I think you’re sitting on my bladder.”

Kyle grumbled as he lifted himself off. “Fine, spoilsport. Way to ruin the mood with talk of your bodily needs, other than the ones we just satisfied.”

Eric couldn’t help laughing. “It’s either that or I do it here, and as much as I’d like to stay here with you, the idea of wetting myself isn’t one I want to entertain.” He stood but didn’t bother zipping himself up.

“Yeah? You like being with me then?” The vulnerability in Kyle’s tone made Eric turn around. Kyle stared up, a picture of debauched beauty lying on the couch. His pale face held a slight frown and he was biting the skin at the side of his nail.

“I think I just proved that, didn’t I?”

Kyle pushed himself up on his elbows, an adorable scowl starting on his face.

Eric hastened to qualify his words. “I mean, I’m not here just for the sex, okay? I like you. I like your company.” His bladder protested at being delayed but he didn’t want to leave while Kyle still thought he was nothing more than a warm body to get off with.

Kyle snorted. “Okay then. Glad we got that sorted. You’re sleeping over, right?”

Eric nodded.

Kyle’s face softened. “You’re jiggling. Go to the bog, for God’s sake.” He stood and motioned to the door leading off the lounge. “I’ll get cleaned up after you. The bedroom is through there.”

Eric nodded and sped off to the bathroom to both empty his bursting bladder and clean up. He managed as best he could, taking his briefs and chinos off to wipe off some of the mess. He grimaced. Even so, he’d have to wear them crusty in the morning on his walk of shame. He took a deep breath and wandered out and across to the bedroom.

Kyle was sitting on the side of the bed. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Eric’s attire.