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Holden was hard beneath him, and, surprisingly, so was he. Greg pushed up on his arms so he could take in the sight of his cock rubbing alongside Holden’s as he thrust his hips forward. He was fascinated by the way they looked, the way Holden’s abs rippled and tensed as he met Greg’s thrusts, then raised up on his elbows so he could see what had caught Greg’s attention.
“So hot,” he groaned, then dropped back to the floor as Greg thrust against him. “Shit. I want to…I want to touch you.”
“Seems like you are,” Greg said as he rolled his hips.
“You know what I mean.”
“You want to touch my cock.” He gave Holden an extra-firm thrust.
“Yeeessss.” Holden’s eyes closed. “Please.”
“Hmmm. Since you asked so nicely.”
Greg flipped to the side, pulled Holden along with him so they lay facing each other. Without hesitation, Holden brought their mouths together. His hand traveled down Greg’s side, across the line of his hip, and slid between the two of them. Grasping both cocks in his hand, he thrust against the underside of Greg’s, his own sliding into the fist he’d made. Greg wrapped his hand around Holden’s, tightening his grip as Holden’s hips pistoned forward. He grunted.
“We need lube,” he said. “But it’s in my kit.”
Looking over Holden’s shoulder, Greg reached for the dessert tray and grabbed the mousse. “This will work.” He scooped some out with his fingers, paused to paint Holden’s lips with a thin layer of it, then took hold of both of them in his hand.
“Shiiiitttt,” Holden ground out. His tongue flicked out to taste it. “Tasty too.”
“Yeah?” Greg leaned in and captured Holden’s mouth, running his tongue along Holden’s lips before thrusting inside. He found a rhythm that matched what he was doing with his hand, fucking Holden’s mouth while jerking him off. The mousse turned slick in his hand, just as he’d hoped, easing the slide of their flesh against each other. Holden moaned, his hips jerking, shoving his cock harder into Greg’s fist, the friction against Greg’s sending shock waves throughout his body.
Holden rolled them so Greg lay beneath him, the veins in his arms standing out as he rested his weight on them and set a blistering place as he thrust into Greg’s tight fist. “Fuck,” he panted, “I’m going to come. I’m going to…” Mouth open on a soundless cry, Holden’s entire body tensed, and then hot cum flowed over Greg’s hand. When Holden’s hips jerked forward again, Greg felt his own body respond. A tightening in his groin, a pulse, and then a wave of pleasure washed over him as his cock spilled alongside Holden’s.
Without the sound of their lovemaking, the cabin was suddenly quiet. Greg lay beneath Holden, his hand trapped between them, Holden’s head on his chest. They lay like that until Holden’s breathing steadied and returned to normal.
“Wow.” Holden rolled to the side and lay on his back.
“Yeah.” Greg raised his hand and took a taste of their combined cum and the crème. “Doesn’t taste too bad either. A little sweeter than I’m used to. I’d offer you a taste, but…”
Holden rolled up on an elbow. “You came too,” he said.
“I did.” Greg held his breath, waiting for some kind of self-congratulatory statement from Holden about his sexual prowess, but it didn’t happen. Instead, Holden got a thoughtful look on his face.
“If I went on PrEP, would that be a good thing?”
The shock he felt must have been evident because Holden laughed.
“I wouldn’t ask you to do that.” Greg sat up and reached for a napkin.
“I know. I’m offering.” Holden grabbed a napkin for himself and wiped off his stomach. “We should shower,” he said and stood up. He held out his hand for Greg and balanced him as he got to his feet.
All through their shower, Greg turned Holden’s question around in his mind. PrEP was a serious commitment, and not everyone could tolerate the side effects. It was a generous offer, and once again, Greg wondered how he’d been lucky enough to meet Holden that night at Neon.
After they dried off, they took the comforter off the bed and curled beneath it in front of the fire. They fed each other bites of the desserts, comparing the mousse to the crème, groaning over the tiramisu, and laughing about the cookie crumbs.
“At least we had the forethought to take the comforteroffthe bed,” Holden said.
“Yeah.” Greg’s attention drifted to watching the flames. “Thank you,” he said quietly.
Holden turned his head. “For what?”
“For not making a big deal about my orgasm.”
“Why would I?”
“You’d be surprised how many guys I’ve been with act like they deserve a medal or an award of some sort.”
