Free Rock Rod 3 by Sylvie Page A

friction. "What'd you think about when you touched yourself?"
    That's an easy question. "You."
    Peter's gaze snaps up to Alex's. For a split second, his expression changes. It's open and startled, and a sweet smile twitches at his lips. "Oh yeah?" he asks, wetting his lips—the moment over. "What was I doing to you?"
    "I, um…." Alex's breath trembles out. Words. Where'd they go? "Playing. With."
    "You're blushing," Peter says. But he is too. His neck goes pink with it. "Playing with what?"
    Alex has no idea how Peter and Andre talk so candidly about sex, or how it comes out so filthy and earnest. His tongue feels thick and useless as he tries to explain. "With your ass. Fingering it. Your ass."
    "Oh." Peter gives Alex's dick another hard nuzzle and starts trying to maneuver his fly down. "And how was it?"
    "Hot." Alex swallows. "Literally. I mean, figuratively too. All around hot."
    He lifts his hips and helps by squirming awkwardly as Peter works his jeans and briefs down his thighs. They get stuck bunched up at his ankles until Peter gives them a hard yank. It's a good damn thing he's still barefoot or they'd be doing this for half an hour. Feeling helpful, Alex shrugs out of his shirt.
    "Wait." Now he's naked and Peter has all of his clothes on. Even his shoes.
    Peter grins like he knows it. "Wait?" he asks, gently wrapping his fingers around Alex's dick.
    "Nevermind," Alex chokes. "Don't wait."
    "I didn't think so. Sit up. Against the wall like that," Peter says, moving him and sliding off the bed to kneel beside it.
    It's a ridiculously narrow bed. Alex's shoulders press against the cold wall and he digs his heels into the edge of the bed. It makes his body form a soft little curve. With his knees splayed wide, Peter has a front row view of every damn thing his mama gave him.
    He's still shaved from the last Rock Rod scene, and it makes him feel extra naked.
    "Do you have lube here?" Peter asks, taking his glasses off and placing them on Alex's desk.
    "No. I mean, I have some lotion."
    Peter makes a face. "That's a gigantic no. And don't ever put that in your butt. Especially if it's some cucumber raspberry mango smoothie flavored shit."
    Alex grabs his dick for morale. "It's grapefruit scented."
    "Lube goes in your butt. Grapefruit perfume does not go in your butt."
    "What's going in my butt?" Alex asks, unable to avoid the question. Butt stuff wasn't on the menu as far as he knew. Not that he minds. But it still feels like a big huge thing, and his body needs to know if it's time to start trembling and freaking out if they're doing big huge stuff.
    Peter kisses the inside of Alex's thigh. "I was going to fingerbang you, but I won't. We'll do that with lube some time. It'll blow your mind."
    "That sounds better than shampoo."
    Peter cringes and laughs at the same time. "Babe, no. No shampoo in your butt either."
    The soft, seemingly unintentional endearment sends a shock of heat up Alex's back. He looks at Peter and finds Peter looking back at him thoughtfully, his mouth working down Alex's thigh toward his balls.
    "You're a word guy," Peter says.
    "Huh?" Alex doesn't feel like a word guy. He feels like a caveman, able to only grunt his pleasure and his profound hope that Peter's hot, wet mouth eventually finds his cock.
    "You like dirty talk. Sex language."
    "I do." It's true. But it's more than that. More than that with Peter, anyway. He wants Peter to call him nice things—private things. And he doesn't know if that's what Peter wants or means and he isn't going to spend too much time being angsty about it right now, because his dick is leaking against his belly and Peter's mouth is leaving a hot trail down his thigh.
    "I like that too," Alex gasps out, shifting his weight to watch Peter suck a testicle tenderly into his mouth. It looks like something that should hurt or feel weird, but it feels really good. Not like having his dick sucked good, but definitely not bad at all.
    Peter looks so serious, eyes