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Beckett let out a low chuckle. “Well, that’s why it’s a fantasy,” he said. “I do feel guilty about thinking about him in that way, though.”
“Why?”
“It’s wrong to sexualize him like that when he doesn’t know. It’s like I’m violating his trust.”
“I don’t think it’s wrong if it’s just in your head,” Miles replied. “I’m certain you’d never make him feel uncomfortable or threatened, nothing like that. You’re decent almost to a fault, Beckett. Maybe that’s why it’s so thrilling, hearing you say all this dirty stuff.” He turned his head and saw Beckett staring at him.
“But if you learned one of your friends regularly thought about having sex with you, wouldn’t you be creeped out?” Beckett asked.
“Depends who it was. I think weird stuff about you all the time.”
Beckett’s brows jumped up. “Like what?”
“Like…” Miles laughed at himself. “Before last night, I always wondered about you. If you jerked off. How. If you had sex. With who. How. What positions—I know, it’s embarrassing. Do you feel creeped out now?”
“No,” Beckett answered. He was wearing the same serious expression—no hint of shock or disgust. “But I’ll admit I’m surprised. I didn’t think you cared that much about that stuff.”
“Usually, I don’t. I don’t care about anyone else’s sex life. Only yours.”
Beckett looked at him. Then, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Miles’s lips and pulled away before Miles could comprehend what had happened.
“I’m sorr—”
Before Beckett could finish the sentence, Miles kissed him, leaning his head over the crack between their two sleeping mats. When Beckett had kissed him before, it was as if something had been triggered within Miles, and now all he wanted was Beckett’s soft lips. Miles licked the seam between them, and Beckett opened his mouth, allowing Miles to slide his tongue inside, to taste Beckett properly.
Beckett slide a hand around Miles’s waist and pulled him close, making a surprised moan escape Miles’s mouth. They touched each other recklessly—Beckett’s hands sliding up the back of Miles’s shirt, fingertips dragging over his skin. Miles touched Beckett’s hair and neck, kissing him hard, then slid both palms up the front of Beckett’s shirt so he could massage Beckett’s pecs. When he touched Beckett’s nipples, Beckett groaned, and it vibrated throughout Miles’s body, all the way to the tip of his hard cock.
Beckett massaged Miles’s lower stomach in a way that made heat pool inside him. His hands lowered, brushing over the tent in his pants, and Miles gasped.
Beckett pulled his lips off Miles’s. Through heavy breaths, he said, “You’re hard.”
“I’ve been hard for a while. Those fantasies of yours.”
Beckett didn’t reply but placed a large palm over the bulge and squeezed ever so slightly. Miles’s hips jolted upwards, eager to get more contact. “Ah.”
Slowly, Beckett rubbed Miles’s erection over his pants, eyes intent on him, watching his reaction. “Do you like this?” he asked, a tinge of uncertainty in his face.
“Yes,” Miles gasped, continuing to thrust his hips upwards. “Please. More.”
Beckett paused as if making a decision. Then:
“Tell me to stop if you don’t like it,” he said, removing his hand from Miles. Miles wanted to protest, wanted Beckett to keep touching him like that, but he was distracted by the sight of Beckett turning the phone light off, plunging the tent into darkness.
The sleeping bag rustled as Beckett moved underneath it. As Miles’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw the curve of Beckett’s back underneath the fabric. To make that shape, he would have to be crouching down on his hands and knees—
Two hands pulled down Miles’s pants and underwear, and his cock sprang out, slapping against something in the process. If he had to guess, it was Beckett’s face, because he could feel hints of hot breath and—
Miles moaned. Beckett’s wet tongue swirled around the sensitive head, then pressed against the slit, as if Beckett wanted to coax Miles’s come out and taste it.
Beckett placed the entire head into his mouth, closed his lips around it, and sucked. Miles’s legs shook involuntarily. “Fuck,” Miles gasped. “Oh, fuck, Beckett.”
At that moment, Beckett had slid his mouth down Miles’s entire length, his nose tickling Miles’s pubic hair. All of Miles’s cock was surrounded with Beckett’s hot mouth and throat. Instinctively, Miles dug his fingers into the sleeping mat underneath him and spread his legs wider.
Beckett pulled back, and the sound of Miles’s dick sliding out of Beckett’s mouth made a lewd soppy noise. Beckett sucked on the tip of Miles’s cock, then took his mouth off with a pop. Before Miles had a moment to catch his breath, Beckett started licking the sides. With his tongue, he drew a thick stripe on the sensitive underside of his dick, from the base to the tip. He flicked his tongue against the head and massaged his balls, and Miles couldn’t stop himself from panting.
“Don’t stop,” he begged. “It feels so good, Beckett. Please don’t stop.”
He was leaking pre-come now, and Beckett lapped it all up, making an ‘mm’ noise that drove Miles crazy. Then, once again, he deep-throated Miles. Before Miles could get used to that toe-curling sensation, Beckett started bobbing his head. Miles’s dick throbbed as it slid between Beckett’s lips, over his soft tongue, and into his tight throat. He was now making uncontrollable ‘ah’ soundsand being noisy as hell, but he couldn’t stop.
