Am I in trouble for something?
I’m about to protest, but I’m suddenly slammed against a hard wall, and the goggles come off his face in a quick swipe. I know this because I hear them hit the floor. I still can’t see him or anything, but there’s no time to try because his mouth is suddenly on mine. With one hand firmly around the back of my neck, he kisses me hard. Delicate stubble around his lips scratches with mine, and when he pulls his tongue out of my mouth, he nibbles on my lower lip.
“Mine,” he mutters darkly, and my cock stirs in response.
Hunter.
I’ve only kissed him once, but I know this move already. I memorized that first kiss. Every little playful swipe of his tongue, I know by heart. I feel for his chest, running my hands over the lapels of his jacket, up to his cotton undershirt and astute tie secured at the top. It smells like him and feels like him and tastes like him, but fuck, it’s so dark in here, and it’s messing with my head. Is he really in here? Would Hunter even do this? Last night was an experiment, and we haven’t talked about it since, so I’m not quite sure if he’s mentally there yet.
God, I want to believe it’s him. And I need to know. So I gently pull away.
“Hunter?” I ask.
“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps, and now I know. It’s him.
I think.
His mouth takes mine again. Letting out a groan, he bites and nips at my entire mouth in a lust-filled fury. I’m drunk on this kiss, like I’m being carried away by a strong tide, and I’m powerless against it. His body is pressed to mine, and I can’t get my hands on him enough, so my mind is overwhelmed as well as torn, not sure if I should be focusing on the feel of his mouth or the sensation of his hard body under my fingertips. Soon, my brain focuses on nothing, just drowning in sensation. Without sight, I am nothing but a pile of flesh and bone and this all-consuming need.
It feels like we’ve been kissing for so long. Another man more comfortable with gay sex might have moved on by now, but Hunter is still so uncertain. The hand on the back of my neck slides to the front, holding me by the throat as he presses me against the wall again.
Our lips part, and although I can’t see him and he can’t see me, it feels as if we’re looking at each other. Then I feel his other hand drift down my chest, over my stomach, and finally into my still open pants. When his hand wraps around my cock, I jolt and let out a grunt.
Hunter is holding my cock.
It’s just a hand, but for some reason, this one feels better than all the rest. His warm, fierce grip creates a lightning strike all the way down my spine and I shift my hips to get more.
The darkness makes everything so much more visceral. I can’t see anything, only feel, which makes the sensation of his stroking that much more intense. Desperate to show him just how good it feels, I reach for his cock, but I find that his pants are still buttoned up tight. So I use both hands to unfasten his belt, then the button and zipper. The whole time he’s thrusting his hips toward me, seeking out my touch.
When I have his pants open, I dig my hand into his boxers, pulling out the steel heat inside.
He’s not wearing a condom.
God, this better fucking be Hunter and not just some horny bouncer who caught me at a weak moment.
“Fuck yes,” he growls when I stroke his cock, and I instantly feel better at the sound of his voice. I’d know that voice anywhere. His fingers around my throat tighten as we work each other, but I need more. For all I know, this could be the only time and place Hunter is comfortable exploring this, so I’m not going to waste it on hand jobs.
It would seem my best friend is reading my mind because I feel a certain tug on my throat and I know he’s trying to shove me down.
“Suck me off,” he says, low and commanding, and I eagerly drop to my knees in front of him. I don’t know why I look up, but I do. Even if I could see his face, he wouldn’t give me a chance. With a hand on the back of my head, he guides his cock to my mouth, and I open for him, letting him slide his length across my tongue.
I let him go deep. Deep enough to feel my throat constrict around him.
“Oh fuck,” he barks.
He thrusts into my mouth hard for a few strokes before I take the base of his cock in my hand and get to work on my own. Coating his dick in saliva, I suck hard on the head before swallowing him down again. His grip on my hair tightens.
“God…Drake.” He moans, and the sound of my name on his lips like this urges me on. It feels so natural, like we should have been doing this all along. He’s incoherent, mumbling and groaning and barely breathing as I keep up the motion of my mouth around him.