page 44

[green]

“Yeah, yeah,” Mikey says. “Give it to me.”

Bob slides his hand down between them and flicks open Mikey's fly easily. His hand is rough but capable, wrapping around Mikey's cock and making him moan.

Bob leans his head against Mikey's and starts talking, saying things like, “So hot, Mikeyway, gonna make you come for me, gonna make you lose it...”

Mikey's drunk with it, and he feels it on the balls of his feet to the back of his neck, heat and prickly pleasure. Bob mouths at the skin right under Mikey's ear where it's soft and sensitive, and Mikey can't help but moan Bob's name.

“Love hearing that,” Bob says. “Gonna make you forget anything but my name. You look so good dancing, makes me want to watch you come.”

This is a sort of dancing, too, a thrust into Bob's hand and a gasp of breath, another thrust and another breath, until Mikey's jerking his hips uncontrollably and panting against Bob's shoulder.

Bob pulls back to look into Mikey's face, stroking sure and strong, his hand so fucking perfect around Mikey's cock. Mikey looks at him helplessly, unable to speak now. He's so close and he's just waiting, just waiting for something to push him over the edge.

Then Bob says, “Come on, Mikeyway, come for me,” and Mikey does, he comes so hard his eyesight blacks.

Bob kisses him, hard and deep, before Mikey's even come back to himself yet. Mikey can only cling and make a noise like a whimper, which Bob licks out of his mouth.

Mikey opens his eyes and sees Bob looking at him, intense but happy. “What about you?” Mikey murmurs, pressing his thigh against the bulge in Bob's pants.

“I don't need anything,” Bob says. “You don't have to do anything.”

It's sweet that Bob would think of Mikey's inexperience and nervousness like that, but Mikey shakes his head. “I want to make you come,” he says softly.

Bob groans and kisses Mikey again. “It won't take much.”

Mikey's a little more steady now, can think enough to straighten and suck on Bob's lip ring, then tug with his teeth a little. Bob likes that and gives a low growl. He takes Mikey's hand from around his neck and presses it to the front of his pants. He's hard and big, bigger than Mikey expected, and Mikey smiles. He's never had anyone's cock in his hand but his own, but he's pretty sure he can figure out the mechanics of a handjob. He'll just do what Bob did, stroke him like he strokes himself.

Mikey fumbles with Bob's fly but after a long, embarrassing moment gets it open. Bob is wearing briefs, and it's easy to just slip his hand down the front into the heat. It's a little more tricky to get the angle right, but then Mikey's fingers are curling around the thickness of Bob's dick and Bob is sucking in a breath.

“God, fuck, want you so bad,” Bob says, his mouth moving over Mikey's jaw.

“You have me,” Mikey says, stroking more confidently.

Bob's hips move to the easy rhythm Mikey sets, and his lips trail down lower to Mikey's neck. “Fuck, so hot,” he breathes, then sucks lightly. Mikey's muscles tighten, it feels so good, and his body is already humming in his afterglow. He's always oversensitive when he comes, every touch so much more, and when Bob scrapes his teeth over Mikey's neck it makes him moan like he's hard again.

It wouldn't take much to get Mikey ready to go again, actually. He can come three times a night on an average night, and sometimes he's so horny he has to do it more than that. But here and now is not the time, he tells himself, and concentrates on getting Bob off.

Bob bites down and sucks what Mikey's sure will be a mark into his shoulder. Mikey moans again, low and wanton. His cock twitches in reaction, trying to harden again.

Bob snaps his hips once more, hard, then comes all over Mikey's hand. It's hot and sticky in the confines of his underwear, and Mikey wishes he'd thought to take him out before this.

But Bob doesn't seem to care, he just rests his forehead against Mikey's shoulder and pants harshly.

“Good?” Mikey asks.

Bob makes a low sound, then picks his head up and kisses Mikey until he's dizzy with it. “Amazing.”

Mikey wipes his hand on his jeans and does up his fly. Bob does the same, and then they're standing there in the alley just smiling at each other.

“Guess I should get you home,” Bob says after awhile.

Mikey licks his lips and asks, “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing much, just working on the car,” Bob says. “You wanna hang out?”

Mikey would like nothing more than to see Bob with black grease on his hands. He doesn't know where that thought comes from, but he likes it. “Yeah, if you want.”

“I want,” Bob reassures him.

Mikey wonders if this means Bob is his boyfriend now. The thought sends a thrill through his body. He smiles, happy and relaxed. “Pick me up tomorrow around noon?”

Bob leans in and kisses him, soft and gentle. “I'll be there.”

Mikey's pretty sure Bob's going to be in his life a lot from now on.


End

comment on the master post