Free Chasing Death Metal Dreams by Kaje Harper Page A

swung his feet up on the bed and leaned back on his elbows. He spread his legs enough to show his balls, and his dick bounced eagerly, leaving a smear of liquid on his stomach.
    Carlos took a loud breath and swayed forward. “Looking good.”
    “Planning to do something about it?”
    “Maybe.” Carlos came over and got onto the bed, swinging a leg over to straddle Nate’s thighs. He set both hands on Nate’s chest and pushed him down flat.
    Nate went with it, letting his shoulder blades hit the mattress. He raised his hands to trace the black lines across Carlos’s skin, following the swirls with a fingertip, then the word at the end. “Boy?”
    “I was young and dumb.”
    “No, it looks great. It suits you.”
    Carlos shrugged and leaned over to kiss him, hard and wet, with a clash of lips and teeth. Nate slid his fingers up to tangle in Carlos’s coarse hair and focused on giving as good as he got. God, he’d missed this, naked in a bed with the weight and heat of a man over him, the sloppy, breathless tangle of tongues and mouths. He bucked up under Carlos, his dick brushing against rough denim. He moved his hands to Carlos’s arms, digging his fingers into the lean muscles. Carlos sat down harder, pinning his thighs to the mattress.
    Nate turned his head, freeing his mouth to say, “Gonna get undressed?”
    “Later.”
    He reached to tug at Carlos’s waistband. “Sooner.”
    Carlos grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the pillow beside his head. “Later.” He nipped at Nate’s jaw, then sucked on his throat. “Rules? Are marks okay?”
    Nate couldn’t hold back a moan. “Some. Yeah. I don’t want to look chewed by weasels.”
    Carlos bit him, harder, right above his collarbone. “Bears, maybe.”
    “Ooh. Big talk. Ow!” He twisted as Carlos put a matching bite on the other side. “Bastard.”
    “Nope. My folks were very, very married.” Carlos bent and took Nate’s mouth again, and he quit squirming and focused on driving Carlos’s tongue back with his own, pushing between those soft full lips. Carlos hummed and let him do it, opening to be explored. Nate took the pouty lower lip between his teeth and pulled, then let go.
    Carlos groaned and sat up, still pinning Nate’s wrists. His face and neck were flushed, and his chest rose and fell fast. A sheen of sweat glistened on his shoulders in the soft light. “Stay put. Okay? Right back.” He let go of Nate and climbed off the bed.
    “Bathroom’s to the right,” Nate said. Carlos nodded and ducked out of the room.
    Nate took a slow breath and reached down to palm himself, keeping a slow simmer going. He was going to do it. He rarely went for anal with a guy on a first time, or even a second time, despite liking to top. There was something more intimate, more committed, about being inside someone. He liked to keep that back for a while. But for Carlos, he was strangely willing to let another man call the shots. If Carlos wanted to fuck, Nate wasn’t going to say no. He heard the water running, and had to change his stroking to a firm grip around his base. Not yet! He was closer than he’d realized.
    Carlos came back in the room, dressed only in his boxers. Nate couldn’t help a little curious dip of his eyes in that direction. Then he flushed, but it was natural, right? Wondering what the other guy was bringing to the table, or the bed. Not some kind of freaky curiosity because Carlos was trans.
    Carlos bent over him and kissed him, harder than ever, his mouth tasting of mint. Then he turned away, yanked off his boxers and swung onto the bed, straddling Nate’s hips, facing away from him. It was a graceful, powerful move, that completely hid Carlos’s groin from view. Nate tried not to wonder, laying his palms in the divots above Carlos’s bubble butt.
    Carlos bounced once or twice, pushing Nate’s dick down between his thighs. His hands clamped on Nate’s legs.
    “Mmph. Yeah.” Nate slid his fingers lower to cup Carlos’s