Free Stage Fright by Pender Mackie Page B

Jesse’s skin, learning the topography of his body, as he tried to replace all those thoughtless, selfish touches with reverent caresses.
    Jesse shifted in his sleep as if waking, and their thighs brushed together. Val’s cock thickened as he remembered the feel of Jesse’s nipple hardening under his tongue, the soft sounds of pleasure Jesse made as Val had pumped in and out of that snug, almost too-tight channel.
He glided his hand over the swell of Jesse’s biceps, over his ribs, stroking skin cooled by the bedroom’s air-conditioning.
    Jesse blinked at him sleepily. “Hi.” He stretched, then lay quietly, seeming to enjoy the attention.
Val slid closer, his erection nudging Jesse’s sleep-soft cock. Jesse smiled and lifted the sheet. He directed his next comment to Val’s groin. “And hello to you too.”
Val laughed, and Jesse pressed their bodies together, rubbing against him as they kissed. After several breathless kisses Val stroked Jesse’s erection with a fingertip. “Looks like someone’s more awake.”
“Sorry I dozed off.”
    “I don’t mind. I like lying here touching you.”
“I want to touch you too.”
Jesse rolled them over and trailed openmouthed kisses across his throat and chest.
    He grinned at Val, then ducked his head, and Val cursed softly as teeth scraped his nipple. Val gripped Jesse’s arms, tugging him up for another kiss. He skimmed his fingertips down the valley of Jesse’s spine until he reached those twin dimples just above the swell of Jesse’s very sexy ass, losing himself in the taste of Jesse’s mouth and the feel of sinew and muscle shifting under his hands.
    He was sure they were just going to rub off on each other, and that was fine— better than fine. But Jesse stretched out an arm, his weight pressing down on Val as he reached for a condom. Then he sat up and straddled Val’s thighs.
Val raised an eyebrow. “You okay to go again?”
     
“Uh-huh.” Jesse winked. “But last time you did all the work, so just lie back. It’s my turn to make you feel good.” He tore open the condom package.
    Val snickered. “Maybe you didn’t notice, but it felt pretty damn good for me last time.”
“Shut up and let me do my thing.” Jesse rolled a condom carefully over Val’s erection. He moved forward and steadied himself with a hand on Val’s chest. Jesse eased himself down, and they both groaned as Val’s dick was surrounded by slick, velvet heat.
Jesse had a small, leaf-shaped birthmark on his groin, near his hip bone. Val pressed his thumb to the mark and fanned the fingers of his hands out over Jesse’s hips. “My thing can be your thing anytime you like.”
“Cute.” Jesse smiled at him, moving up onto his knees, then sinking back down.
    Val’s thighs trembled with the effort of holding still and letting Jesse set the pace. Jesse rocked back and forth, fucking himself on Val’s dick, eyes closed, his lower lip caught in his teeth. The visual, coupled with the overwhelming sensations, was almost more than Val could bear. That hot, tight grip enveloped him, pulled him in over and over. He dug his fingers into those smooth cheeks as he fought the urge to thrust hard, afraid to move in case he came too soon.
    Jesse leaned forward, resting his weight on one palm. He wrapped his fingers around his erection as he moved faster, driving himself harder. “God. I don’t want this to be over, but you feel so good. I can’t hold out much longer.”
    Val lost his tenuous control. He snapped his hips up, and Jesse grinned down at him. “God, yeah. Like that.”
“Jesse,” Val groaned. His hips pumped helplessly into Jesse’s eager body as his orgasm crashed through him, wiping out all conscious thought.
    Jesse cried out, and blood-hot liquid splashed onto Val’s stomach to trickle down his side. Jesse collapsed half on top of him, breathing heavily in Val’s ear. Val felt winded too, as if he’d run hard to get to this place, to this man.
Jesse shifted and