cock, and stood.
Scott blinked, staring at him. "What?"
"I have to get the condom." Preston dashed to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He pulled out a couple of packets and on his way out of the bathroom started shrugging out of his own clothes. When he'd come home from work he had changed out of his suit into black sweats and a red T-shirt. He quickly disposed of them, tore open the packet and made short work of rolling the latex over his hard aching cock.
He knelt on the bed, trapping Scott with the weight of body. He scorched his lips over Scott's, and then flipped his lover on to his stomach.
Preston rose above him, his fingers parting the other man's cheeks. Poising his cock at Scott's entrance, he pushed inside. With a deep groan, Preston thrust in balls-deep. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation of being inside the other man fill him. He was so damn tight.
"Scotty," he moaned. He started moving with long, deep strokes.
Scott's fingers gripped the blankets and sheets on the bed, his ass rising with Preston's pumps. He pushed back aggressively against Preston, his muscles clenching around Preston's cock.
His orgasm was coming fast, he'd wanted to keep it going, but he was too turned on, too hot to prevent it. Later, after he'd fed them, he would take his time.
Unable to keep from coming, he bucked and rocked inside Scott, screaming his release hoarsely.
"Oh, God," Scott gasped, tensing and shooting into the sheets.
The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air. He pulled out of Scott and lay flat on his back, holding the other man close to his side. He closed his eyes, willing his heartbeat to return to normal. Willing himself to return to the way he was before. Before Scott. He feared it was too late. In fact, he was scared shitless.
Scott stirred and rose slightly to stare down at Preston. "Um, not that I'm complaining or anything, because that was really hot. But, I'm really hungry."
Preston laughed. "Yeah, sorry. I sort of had only one thing on my mind."
Scott smiled. "Apparently. But I haven't eaten since like one o'clock this afternoon." His gaze went to the digital clock on the nightstand next to the bed. "It's now almost eight."
"Well," Preston said, sitting up. "You were late."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Okay, get dressed. I'll go start the fish." Preston rose and found his own discarded clothes. He paused while pulling on his T-shirt. "I'm really glad you came tonight."
Scott nodded. "Me, too. Pres?"
"Hmm?"
Scotty bit his lip, and then looked away. "It's nothing. I think I'm going to take a quick shower. Okay?"
Something was bothering Scotty and Preston had a good idea what it was. He wanted to talk about their having sex. Problem was, Preston just wasn't ready for that. And he didn't want to say anything to send Scott away. The younger man looked ready to bolt. He couldn't explain to himself this absurd reaction he had to Scott, let alone explain it to Scott.
"Sure. There are towels under the sink."
Chapter 6
----
Scotty woke up facing the window with the sun streaking in through partially open mini-blinds. He was spooned against Preston and the other man's arm rested across his middle. The sheets were tangled between his legs. He glanced at the clock next to the bed. Seven o'clock already. Normally he would be up and showered by then.
He gently pushed at Preston's arm and struggled to sit up. Preston murmured in his sleep, then turned over to lay on his stomach. His dark hair stood on end. He was adorable and for several minutes Scotty just watched him sleep.
Preston was a damn fine cook. The halibut had been full of flavor and cooked perfectly. He was also damn fine in bed. Scotty grimaced a little at how sore he was.
He found it a little strange to be waking up in someone's bed. He couldn't remember sleeping over at a lover's house any time recently. He wasn't a slut, but he also didn't allow such intimacies with many lovers.
He swung his legs out and onto the floor and
Scott blinked, staring at him. "What?"
"I have to get the condom." Preston dashed to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He pulled out a couple of packets and on his way out of the bathroom started shrugging out of his own clothes. When he'd come home from work he had changed out of his suit into black sweats and a red T-shirt. He quickly disposed of them, tore open the packet and made short work of rolling the latex over his hard aching cock.
He knelt on the bed, trapping Scott with the weight of body. He scorched his lips over Scott's, and then flipped his lover on to his stomach.
Preston rose above him, his fingers parting the other man's cheeks. Poising his cock at Scott's entrance, he pushed inside. With a deep groan, Preston thrust in balls-deep. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation of being inside the other man fill him. He was so damn tight.
"Scotty," he moaned. He started moving with long, deep strokes.
Scott's fingers gripped the blankets and sheets on the bed, his ass rising with Preston's pumps. He pushed back aggressively against Preston, his muscles clenching around Preston's cock.
His orgasm was coming fast, he'd wanted to keep it going, but he was too turned on, too hot to prevent it. Later, after he'd fed them, he would take his time.
Unable to keep from coming, he bucked and rocked inside Scott, screaming his release hoarsely.
"Oh, God," Scott gasped, tensing and shooting into the sheets.
The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air. He pulled out of Scott and lay flat on his back, holding the other man close to his side. He closed his eyes, willing his heartbeat to return to normal. Willing himself to return to the way he was before. Before Scott. He feared it was too late. In fact, he was scared shitless.
Scott stirred and rose slightly to stare down at Preston. "Um, not that I'm complaining or anything, because that was really hot. But, I'm really hungry."
Preston laughed. "Yeah, sorry. I sort of had only one thing on my mind."
Scott smiled. "Apparently. But I haven't eaten since like one o'clock this afternoon." His gaze went to the digital clock on the nightstand next to the bed. "It's now almost eight."
"Well," Preston said, sitting up. "You were late."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Okay, get dressed. I'll go start the fish." Preston rose and found his own discarded clothes. He paused while pulling on his T-shirt. "I'm really glad you came tonight."
Scott nodded. "Me, too. Pres?"
"Hmm?"
Scotty bit his lip, and then looked away. "It's nothing. I think I'm going to take a quick shower. Okay?"
Something was bothering Scotty and Preston had a good idea what it was. He wanted to talk about their having sex. Problem was, Preston just wasn't ready for that. And he didn't want to say anything to send Scott away. The younger man looked ready to bolt. He couldn't explain to himself this absurd reaction he had to Scott, let alone explain it to Scott.
"Sure. There are towels under the sink."
Chapter 6
----
Scotty woke up facing the window with the sun streaking in through partially open mini-blinds. He was spooned against Preston and the other man's arm rested across his middle. The sheets were tangled between his legs. He glanced at the clock next to the bed. Seven o'clock already. Normally he would be up and showered by then.
He gently pushed at Preston's arm and struggled to sit up. Preston murmured in his sleep, then turned over to lay on his stomach. His dark hair stood on end. He was adorable and for several minutes Scotty just watched him sleep.
Preston was a damn fine cook. The halibut had been full of flavor and cooked perfectly. He was also damn fine in bed. Scotty grimaced a little at how sore he was.
He found it a little strange to be waking up in someone's bed. He couldn't remember sleeping over at a lover's house any time recently. He wasn't a slut, but he also didn't allow such intimacies with many lovers.
He swung his legs out and onto the floor and
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