Crossroads

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Two things happened at once: Nick’s cock went stiff behind the fly of his jeans, which happened any time Bryce was naked, and his pulse sped up while a smile stretched across his face; so he guessed that was three things, not two.
That’s what Bryce did to him, though, made him feel everything a hundred times more than anyone else could. Something as easy as asking about potatoes made him want to curl up with the man and never let him go.
“I did bring your potatoes. You can’t have them right away, though. You only get to eat when I get to fuck.”
Bryce raised his brow. “I get you hard that quick, huh?”
“You do.” Nick turned and set the to-go container on the table. When he looked back, Bryce was heading his way, bottle of lube in hand. There was nothing sexier than Bryce coming at him, naked, cock long and bobbing against his stomach, balls plump, no-holds-barred desire in his steely eyes.
“Since you brought me food, I’ll feed you, too,” Bryce said as he stroked his cock.
It was incredible how a few months before, sucking Bryce’s dick, sucking any man’s dick, wouldn’t have seemed in Nick’s realm of possibility. But now? Now his mouth fucking watered, and he wanted nothing more than the taste of Bryce’s salty skin on his tongue. The taste and scent of his man invading his senses.
“Out here?” Nick asked, and Bryce rolled his eyes.
“Yes, out here. You’re lucky I don’t make you do it in your precious kitchen. Afterward, you can take me over the back of the couch.”
Right where he stood, Nick went down to his knees. Bryce moved in front of him, angling his dick to trace Nick’s lips with the head. He stuck his tongue out, let Bryce run the tip back and forth over it, while Nick tasted the pre-come leaking out.
Bryce nudged Nick’s lips open with his erection. He took the mushroom head into his mouth, sucking just the tip the way Bryce liked.
Bryce ran a hand over Nick’s head, guiding him, petting him, like Nick was a fucking treasure.
“Take me deep, baby,” Bryce whispered, and Nick did, opening his mouth and sucking as much of Bryce as he could. He smelled Bryce’s—their—soap on Bryce’s skin. Tasted salt and smelled the intimate scent of his crotch.
He fucking loved it.
Nick palmed his tight balls, rolled them, sucked deep and then pulled off before taking Bryce’s sac into his mouth. He nudged Bryce’s legs open, stuck his finger in his mouth full of Bryce’s nuts before tracing a path up his taint and to his hole that Nick couldn’t wait to bury his cock inside of.
“Christ, that’s enough. I want you inside me.” Bryce pulled Nick off, pulled him to his feet and took his mouth. They kissed as Bryce worked the button and zipper on Nick’s pants. Once it was undone, Nick pulled back and stripped. He looked up to see Bryce bent over the back of the couch, just like he’d said, his tight ass there waiting for him.
They’d made love enough in the past two weeks that it was easier for Nick to get inside him now, right where he couldn’t wait to be.
Nick grabbed the lube off the table, squirted some in his hand and then rubbed it up and down his erection as he walked over to Bryce.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as he ran a hand down Bryce’s back. He squirted more lube onto his hand, then slipped his finger between Bryce’s spread legs, rubbing his finger there, before working two into Bryce’s asshole.
“Jesus.” Bryce pushed backward, taking Nick’s fingers deeper. “Who would have thought it would feel so good? That I’d go fucking wild to have something in my ass?”
“Not just something,” Nick replied. “Me.” He stretched Bryce, twisting and parting his fingers before he couldn’t take it anymore. He rubbed more lube on his dick, parted Bryce’s muscular cheeks, and then eased into his tight hole.
“You and that big, fucking dick of yours,” Bryce hissed out as Nick thrust into him.
“You love it.” He grabbed Bryce’s hips, pulling out and then thrusting again, pumping his hips into Bryce’s tight channel. He felt Bryce’s nuts each time he pounded into him. His body got slick with sweat, mixing with Bryce’s as they made love.
“Ah, fuck. Right there. Go harder right there,” Bryce choked out.
Nick did as Bryce said, hitting that magical spot that Bryce seemed to ache for. His own orgasm bore down on him, making his balls pull up. “Fuck, Bryce. I’m close. I need to come so fucking bad.”
“Do it,” Bryce moaned, shoving back into him. “Need to feel you.”