The ride to his place wasn’t what he would call awkward but Chris babbled the whole way. Not that it meant anything. Chris was always talking about something or another. He just usually didn’t have Lance talking back in that deep throaty voice. Or really he never had to actively swerve his thoughts away from the subjects Lance and deep throat while in Lance’s presence. Not that it helped his pants fit any better either way. There was an unusual quiet on the way into the house however, the snick of the lock audible in the hall.
Chris turned and took a breath in, surprised that Lance was as close as he was. Cocky kid wasn’t he? “So Lance... where do you want me?” easily sidestepping the taller man grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head as he walked into the larger room. “I hope you weren’t expecting a strip tease because I’m way to horny for that.” he tossed the shirt over the coffee table and turned to look at Lance expectantly, kicking his flops off while he waited.
It was Lance’s turn to hesitate and take a breath, eyes darkening a little as he surveyed the room. Then he nodded to the brushed suede chair. “There.”
Chris nodded and he undid his jeans and stepped out of them looking up as Lance turned out one of the lights and cast most of the room in shadow. He did watch Lance as his thumbs hooked under the waist band of his shorts pushing them down over his hips. He tried to swallow and found that his mouth was dry as Lance’s gaze swept over him.
He sat down in the chair awkward at first, uncomfortable but unbelievably turned on. Then he saw Lance wet his lips with his tongue as he sat on the couch across from him. It was like the sexual temperature in the room shot up and burst the thermometer. Chris’s confidence came back as he watched Lance’s expression turn in anticipation. His cock twitched in answer to Lance’s adjusting himself in the leather pants.
Chris’s hand slid from his thigh to brush through the dark curly hair at the base of his erection. A pleased smile curving his lips as he saw Lance lean forward just slightly. He drew one finger along the side of the shaft, his cock once again twitching towards the stimulation, before placing his thumb and index finger on either side and slowly moving them up and down.
He relaxed back in the chair, spreading his leg, getting more comfortable. One foot raising to rest on the edge of the coffee table. Chris watched Lance then. Taking his cues from the other man’s body language while he still could. He couldn’t remember what they’d done in the ‘lessons’ but he knew what he liked. The other hand sliding between his legs to gently squeeze his balls together. Hips rolling as he did so. Lance moaned low and then tried to hide it by clearing his throat. Chris smiled and put his hand around his hardness and started the slow thrust up into it and watched Lance try to swallow.
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Date: 2005-07-26 04:37 pm (UTC)Chris turned and took a breath in, surprised that Lance was as close as he was. Cocky kid wasn’t he? “So Lance... where do you want me?” easily sidestepping the taller man grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head as he walked into the larger room. “I hope you weren’t expecting a strip tease because I’m way to horny for that.” he tossed the shirt over the coffee table and turned to look at Lance expectantly, kicking his flops off while he waited.
It was Lance’s turn to hesitate and take a breath, eyes darkening a little as he surveyed the room. Then he nodded to the brushed suede chair. “There.”
Chris nodded and he undid his jeans and stepped out of them looking up as Lance turned out one of the lights and cast most of the room in shadow. He did watch Lance as his thumbs hooked under the waist band of his shorts pushing them down over his hips. He tried to swallow and found that his mouth was dry as Lance’s gaze swept over him.
He sat down in the chair awkward at first, uncomfortable but unbelievably turned on. Then he saw Lance wet his lips with his tongue as he sat on the couch across from him. It was like the sexual temperature in the room shot up and burst the thermometer. Chris’s confidence came back as he watched Lance’s expression turn in anticipation. His cock twitched in answer to Lance’s adjusting himself in the leather pants.
Chris’s hand slid from his thigh to brush through the dark curly hair at the base of his erection. A pleased smile curving his lips as he saw Lance lean forward just slightly. He drew one finger along the side of the shaft, his cock once again twitching towards the stimulation, before placing his thumb and index finger on either side and slowly moving them up and down.
He relaxed back in the chair, spreading his leg, getting more comfortable. One foot raising to rest on the edge of the coffee table. Chris watched Lance then. Taking his cues from the other man’s body language while he still could. He couldn’t remember what they’d done in the ‘lessons’ but he knew what he liked. The other hand sliding between his legs to gently squeeze his balls together. Hips rolling as he did so. Lance moaned low and then tried to hide it by clearing his throat. Chris smiled and put his hand around his hardness and started the slow thrust up into it and watched Lance try to swallow.