New Lease of Life (28 page)

Pip twisted his fingers in the soft material, warm from the heat of Colby’s body, and tugged. “Take this off. I want to see you.”

“Pretty sure I asked first,” Colby argued with a pout, but he stood as quickly as he could with Pip’s legs still wrapped around his hips.

Pip let the material stretch out for a few seconds, reluctant to give up the comfort of having Colby close if only for a moment, before letting it slip though his fingers.

Colby grabbed the bottom hem, drawing it up and exposing himself to Pip’s gaze. Just for a moment, Pip allowed himself to feast on the sight of Colby’s dick jutting proudly from a dark thatch of hair, thick and solid, the foreskin pulled back exposing a wide head already wet and shiny with smeared precome.

Finally dragging his attention away and upward, Pip followed the dark treasure trail up to Colby’s belly button and skirted the firm but not overly defined abdominal muscles to linger on the solid broad chest covered in thick dark fuzz.

“They wanted you to wax your chest.” Pip reached out, but Colby was too far away. He tightened his legs around Colby’s hips, trying to encourage him closer. “The production company. For your video. I remember protesting that to get rid of all that manliness would be sacrilege.”

“You don’t remember that,” Colby said, but he had a pleased laugh in his voice, and he leaned in closer and kissed whatever answer Pip had planned to come up with straight from his brain. “My turn.”

Pip opened his eyes as something warm and smelling of Colby hit his face, filtering out the gentle evening light from the window. Colby’s large hands spread each side of Pip’s shirt wide while his lips left a trail of kisses down the column of Pip’s throat. To distract himself from the thought of Colby’s gaze on his pallid, undernourished body, Pip buried his hands in the material of Colby’s T-shirt and held it to his face, inhaling deeply.

“Clothes fetish?” Colby asked, his breath ghosting over a nipple as he paused in his ministrations.

The eager flesh pebbled under the attention, and a flutter of nervous energy coiled under Pip’s diaphragm. “Smells like you.”

“Hmm.” Colby laved the flat of his tongue over Pip’s nipple.

The move took Pip by surprise, and he arched up into the moist heat, disappointed to find Colby had already moved on.

“And this smells like you,” Colby stated, his voice muffled against Pip’s skin and his nose buried in Pip’s armpit.

“Gross.” Pip tried to knock him away, dislodging the T-shirt. “I came straight out at your call. I haven’t showered since this morning.”

“That’s better. I can see your face now.” Colby glanced up and grinned. “And you smell amazing.”

“You did that on purpose.” Pip pouted.

“Well, duh. It’s hard to bury your face in someone’s armpit by accident unless you’re playing rugby.” Colby dropped another kiss on Pip’s nipple and then punctuated the rest of his speech with a flurry of kisses. “I tried out for the local team a few years ago. Had to give it up. Kept getting a stiffy in the scrum. Fucked the scrum-half several times.
Before
we showered. So believe me, you smell like springtime in a wildflower meadow in comparison.”

“Is that your idea of dirty talk?”

“The story would have worked better if he’d been a hooker. You tensed up then. You okay?” Colby’s lips pressed a gentle kiss into the area just under Pip’s rib cage, the touch relaxing him while at the same time setting those fluttering creatures mad in his stomach again. “Jealous?”

“A little.” It was true; the thought of Colby with someone else, no matter how long ago, gripped at his heart.

“That’s how I felt when Davy hugged you in the park. And again when I found out that you’d called him when you were upset rather than talk to me.”

I was upset
with
you.
Not that Pip wanted to open that can of worms again. Not when Colby was worshipping his body with an intensity Pip had never experienced before. “Nothing to be jealous about.” Overwhelmed by the urge to have any form of connection to his lover, Pip buried his hand in Colby’s hair.

Colby glanced up from the veneration of Pip’s flesh. “Ditto.”

Such a simple word, yet, accompanied by a smile so sweet it would melt the coldest heart, Pip could almost believe Colby had said I love you.

What the hell?
How had his thought process made that giant leap? Luckily, before the panic that was certain to follow such a notion could take hold, Colby moved on to the sensitive skin of Pip’s stomach.

He’d been wrong about the sensation the T-shirt had supplied. Colby’s lips danced over Pip’s skin with the softest of touches followed by the rough skin of Colby’s jaw scraping at his flesh. The combination didn’t just bring Pip out in a rash of goose bumps but raised a searing heat that Pip could feel to his very core.

Gripping Colby’s hair tightly, Pip writhed on the bed, uncertain if he wanted to urge his body into the tantalizing sensation or get away from it.

Trapped in the confines of his skinny-cut trousers and tight boxer briefs, Pip ached in all the best places, even if his dick would disagree with him most vehemently. From his current position, Pip could do little more than thrust his hips against the solid bulk of Colby’s chest. The resulting friction had no edge to it, causing a muffled ache to spread through Pip’s groin that only amplified his arousal. The sensation could only be likened to grasping for the perfect word but having it just out of reach on the edge of your awareness.

The perfect word in this situation didn’t need to be scrambled for. In fact it had been on the tip of his tongue all day and in the forefront of his mind for the last week.

“Colby,” Pip moaned, his frustration turning his lover’s name into a begging plea.

The wet slide of Colby’s tongue followed the pale line of barely there hair from his belly button to the catch on his trousers. Too much waxing had left his treasure trail weak and, combined with his ash blond hair and naturally hairless chest, made him look insipid in comparison to Colby’s healthy, dark pathway.

Ignoring the clasp, Colby inched lower, mouthing at the bulge in Pip’s trousers. Even through the thick moleskin, Pip imagined he could feel the damp, moist heat of Colby’s breath as he mapped the edges of Pip’s erection with his lips and the occasional scrape of teeth.

“Shh,” Colby murmured as he stroked Pip’s thigh.

Pip had to wonder what noise he’d let forth for Colby to feel the need to reassure him in such a manner.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime of glorious torture, Colby popped the metal clip on Pip’s trousers.

“Lift up.” Colby encouraged him with the grip of his hands as well as his words and then eased all the garments from Pip’s lower body in one swift movement over Pip’s hips and down his legs.

Arousal carried him so far, but when cool air hit his thighs and the fabric bunched at his knees, the grip of anxiety started to take over. Clamping down on the sudden surge of adrenaline that wanted to trigger his fight or flight response, Pip bunched his hands into fists at his sides and tried to ride out the sensation. He wanted this. Could think of nowhere he’d rather be. He craved Colby so badly that the thought of rejection made his eyes burn, and he squeezed them shut.

Unaware of Pip’s inner turmoil, Colby reached his ankles, tugging Pip’s feet from the material one at a time.

Just his socks to go. Pip braced himself. In all honesty, he didn’t expect Colby to reject him, but would he overcompensate, make a big deal about how Pip’s scarring and wasted flesh didn’t bother him? That might be worse than being rejected for his deformity.

Fondling Pip’s calf muscles, Colby slipped both hands down the back of Pip’s legs until his fingers caught in the cuff of Pip’s socks, and he dragged the soft material with him as he continued his downward movement. He barely focused on Pip’s ankle at all, just the brief brush of fingertips over the puckered flesh, which Pip probably only registered because he was waiting for Colby to flinch or pull his hand away.

Instead Colby leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the inside of Pip’s knee. “Feels good, yeah? To get rid of those painted-on trousers and skin-tight boxer briefs.”

Relief rushed through Pip, forcing its way out of his body in a stuttered gasp. He blinked rapidly in an attempt to clear his vision.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”

A shadow fell over him, and Colby’s thumb swiped wetness from his cheek.

“No!” God, no! Now they’d successfully navigated the issue of getting naked, Pip could concentrate on the solid bulk of Colby’s muscles bracketed by Pip’s calves and ankles where Colby had insinuated himself between Pip’s thighs. The short coarse hair of Colby’s thighs tickled Pip’s skin, and warmth seeped into the aching joint of his ankle.

“Thank fuck for that.” Colby settled back onto his knees and then leaned in to nuzzle at the juncture of Pip’s thigh and groin. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Colby,” Pip protested as his lover lavished attention on his balls before sliding the flat of his tongue up the side of Pip’s dick. Lust barreled through him, leaking from his dick in a glistening smear of precome. “Fuck! You know those rockets we were talking about? Not gonna last long enough for you to fuck me.”

“Shush.” Colby sucked the head of Pip’s dick into his mouth, licked into the slit. “We’ve got all night.”

With Colby poised so close that every breath tickled the head of Pip’s dick, Pip jerked toward the teasing sensation, scraping his sensitive exposed glans over the sandpaper-rough skin, dragging a hiss from his lips and leaving a sticky smear on Colby’s jaw. “I should have picked up something on the way over.”

His lover glanced up, a smile tugging at Colby’s shiny spit-slicked lips. “I’ve got condoms and lube. They’ve not expired yet, either. I’m not a monk.”

“Not that. Poppers.”

Colby’s smile slipped into a confused frown.

“To relax me, you know.”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Colby said with a shrug. “But it’s your body. I can’t tell you what to do with it.”

Disappointment flooded through Pip as Colby pushed himself up onto his knees, away from Pip’s dick, eager and desperate for Colby’s attention. Was Colby going to walk away? Pip wanted to take back those words. It wasn’t like he did poppers often, and they weren’t an illegal substance, but he should have realized, what with the smoothies and reflexology, that Colby wouldn’t approve of taking anything that could hurt or harm in the name of pleasure.

Pip struggled up onto his elbows, determined to grab hold of Colby, surprised to find Colby closing the distance between them. Certain Colby intended to kiss him, Pip parted his lips welcomingly.

“Look at you. How did I get so lucky?” The breathy quality to Colby’s voice held more than a hint of wonder. Pressing in closer, Colby draped himself over Pip’s body. He ran his tongue along Pip’s jaw to just below his ear. “Don’t like the idea of poppers. I’d rather take the time to eat you out. Get you all wet and sloppy.” Colby ran his tongue over the shell of Pip’s ear, suckling on the fleshy lobe before releasing it with a plop. “Make sure you’re nice and open from my tongue.”

“Hell, Colby.” Pip could barely pant out the words. His heart pounded at just the thought of such focused attention. That sounded so much better than sniffing alkyl nitrate. “Don’t want to come like this. Need your hands on me.”

He barely got the words out before Colby cut him off, tongue plundering Pip’s mouth in a demanding kiss. Wet, sloppy, and jaw-achingly filthy. An embarrassing whine escaped, swallowed up by Colby’s waiting mouth, and Pip humped frantically against whichever part of Colby his dick came into contact with.

Without breaking the kiss, Colby scrambled about on top of Pip, pushing him back onto the mattress and realigning their bodies. In order to continue the kissing, Pip had to tilt his head up and back. Just when he wondered if he could put up with the strain on his neck, the solid length of Colby’s dick settled in against his, and Pip rocked into the heat and weight of it.

Breaking the kiss with a broken sound that could have been Pip’s name, Colby pushed himself up onto his elbow. He braced his body above Pip’s, the muscle in his bicep quivering with the effort. When he’d made enough room between their bodies, Colby wrapped his hand around both their dicks.

Pip couldn’t hold back the contented sigh at the simple touch. Perfect. “So glad you’ve got big hands.”

“Uh-huh,” Colby grunted, his concentration fixed lower down, apparently mesmerized by the movement of his hand as he jerked them both off.

Pip raised his head, determined to watch the main attraction. “Big dick too. Can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

“Hmm,” Colby agreed with an amused sound. “You like talking.”

If he wanted to shut Pip up when he got this close to coming he was going to have stick something in his mouth. Colby hadn’t raised his head for a kiss since the careful jacking had become a punishing, juddering rhythm that set every nerve alight causing Pip’s body to teeter on the edge of his release.

Pip would suggest one of those long thick fingers, maybe two, but with Colby already struggling to hold himself up over Pip’s body, that wasn’t going to happen. And there was no way he’d encourage Colby to take his hand off their dicks. The effort of keeping clear of Pip’s ankle and ensuring enough of a gap remained between them to get sufficient wanking room had Colby’s arm and shoulder muscles straining beneath his skin. As Pip marveled at the sheer strength and determination involved, Colby’s bicep jerked under his gaze. Such controlled power.

Pip moaned. So close. He could almost taste the words of filth that threatened to spill from his mouth. Endearments too. A vein throbbed in Colby’s arm as though threatening to bring Colby crashing down on top of him. Pip jerked up, traced his tongue up the length of that vein from the crook of Colby’s elbow to the meat of his bicep. The path of pale blue continued up to Colby’s shoulder, but Pip needed to go no farther. He closed his mouth around the solid muscle of Colby’s arm, the sweet taste of skin, soap, and sweat on his tongue. Heat flooded his body, and he stiffened. Warmth splattered his belly in long, quickly cooling streaks and then
his
balls exploded, his spunk joining the mess Colby had already made on his torso.