Free Stage Fright by Pender Mackie

“It’s not bad. It just doesn’t feel good.”
Val rolled a thumb over his nipple. “Does this feel good?”
“Yeah.” Jesse swallowed. Very good.
    Val lay on his side and kissed Jesse’s jaw, nipped at his throat. Jesse felt Val’s hardness poking him on the thigh. It left a damp trail on his skin as Val shifted.
Val squeezed Jesse’s thigh, sliding his palm up to cup Jesse’s balls. “You’re so smooth.”
    “I have to be. For the show.”
Val nuzzled the skin behind his ear. “Your skin glows like satin on the stage.” Jesse shivered as Val stroked the crease of his hip, moving a hand toward Jesse’s
    erection.
“I can’t believe you’re here. That I’m finally touching you, kissing you.” Val
wrapped his fingers around him. Jesse slipped his hand to the bed. Val squeezed and
pumped him gently. “I wanted to since the minute I saw you.”
“You had a funny way of showing it.” Jesse arched into the touch.
    “At first I wasn’t sure if you were into men. Then when I realized you’re not out, I didn’t want to give you away. And if you were just on the prowl…I didn’t want to be a quick, nameless fuck.”
Jesse turned his head to face him. “Were you playing hard to get?” The idea that Val had wanted him too—from the first night—thrilled him.
     
Val’s mouth curved in a secret smile. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
     
Jesse tried to be indignant, but Val was still stroking him, and it felt so good. No one else touched him like this, as if he was special.
    Jesse let his eyes close. Val added a squeeze on the upstroke. Jesse pushed into Val’s hand, his breath loud in his ears. He shouldn’t be so greedy. Should reciprocate, but with those long fingers, the glide and pull, he couldn’t seem to move.
“You’re amazing,” Val murmured.
     
Jesse opened his eyes. Val was watching him, noting every expression as it crossed his face.
    Val leaned in and kissed him. His tongue teased Jesse’s lips, then explored his mouth. Too soon he pulled back and studied Jesse’s face. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” Jesse said breathlessly.
“You sure?” Val was asking, but already he was sliding his hand possessively between Jesse’s thighs, palming Jesse’s balls, then moving beyond, exploring his hypersensitive skin.
Jesse panted. “Please.”
    Val rolled away, reaching into the drawer of his bedside table. Jesse smoothed his palm over Val’s ass, admiring the firm curves, tracing a small silvery scar high on his outer thigh.
    Val knelt between his legs. He stroked Jesse’s belly with one hand and slipped slick fingers into the seam of Jesse’s body. He probed deeper, circling his entrance. Jesse bent his knees, put his feet flat on the bed.
Val’s fingertip breached his body, disappeared, then returned. Advance and retreat, a slow, sensual invasion.
    “You haven’t done this for a while.”
“No.” Jesse spread his legs wider, offering Val more access. He bit his lip, arched up as Val worked slippery fingers in and out. Jesse stopped thinking and let himself enjoy the physical sensations. He didn’t need this much preparation, but Val was being careful, and Jesse loved foreplay. Apparently so did Val.
    “You like that? Right there?” Val twisted his fingers.
Jesse groaned. “Val…please.”
“I want to touch you just right. Make you feel so good.” Val smoothed a condom
    over his erection, moved closer.
“Do it. Please.”
Hot, hard flesh at his entrance; then Val was inside. Jesse panted, welcoming the
sharp sting, the stretch, as Val pressed forward, filling his body.
     
“Easy,” Val murmured. “Give yourself time to adjust.”
    Jesse didn’t want to wait. He bucked up. Val thrust back, and soon they found their rhythm, moving together, both familiar with the steps of this particular dance.
Jesse was in sensory overload—the satiny-slick texture of the lube, the rush of pleasure each time Val surged forward, the delicious fullness and the