Page 14 of Spread Your Wings

CHAPTER SEVEN

“I promised you a reward for tipping the waitress.” Mustafa grinned as he deadbolted the hotel room door.

“You did.” Sammy sighed, sinking onto the settee in front of the room’s big-screen television. “About that…”

Mustafa frowned at his tone. Sammy hated making him frown, but it couldn’t be helped.

“I don’t want to be that guy.”

Mustafa’s frown-lines deepened. “What guy?”

“The one you need to keep in line with rewards and promises. I had to do that with Gavin, and it was exhausting after a while. I want to be the guy you trust to do the right thing without any promises.”

Mustafa sank onto the settee beside him, arm across the back, his hand resting on Sammy’s shoulder. They each sat at an angle, so their knees touched. “I’m not great at flirting,” he said. “I knew you would tip the waitress without my saying so. I wanted to give you a blow job.”

Sammy’s face burned. “I want that, too.”

Mustafa scooted closer and kissed him on the cheek. “I do trust you. I saw a different side of you today. Not the confident, wide-eyed kid who came to Sarajevo. You came to my city a confident world-traveler, and you left a fearful American.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry my city did that to you. I’m sorry this stupid war did that to you.”

“I want to be the man you deserve,” Sammy said. “I want to do that without rewards, or punishment.”

Mustafa kissed him again, on the lips this time, taking his breath away.

Sammy gave in to the kiss. He opened his mouth to Mustafa’s questing tongue, rolling onto his back on the settee, pulling Mustafa on top of him.

God, he wanted Mustafa in his life for more than just the extended weekend.

They hadn’t talked about their future beyond the concert.

He knew Vasily had arranged summer classes at Georgia State.

He didn’t know Mustafa’s immediate plans when they arrived in Atlanta though, or where he planned to stay.

“You are everything I’ve ever wanted, and more,” Mustafa said. “It’s not a question of deserving. If I ask you to wait for me, would you?”

Sammy nodded, keeping the question on his tongue to himself. None of his questions mattered, not even for how long. He’d wait for Mustafa forever, if that’s what it took.

“Then tonight is yours. Whatever you want from me.”

Sammy didn’t need a second invitation. He continued unbuttoning Mustafa’s already half-buttoned shirt. Mustafa’s brown eyes were almost black with desire. Sammy leaned up for another kiss while he worked. He ground his hardening cock against Mustafa’s thigh.

Finished with the buttons, he forced it off Mustafa’s shoulders.

Mustafa took the hint and rose to his knees on the settee, removing the shirt.

His muscles rippled beneath the taut skin of his stomach.

Sammy slid out from under him, wanting to kiss every inch of exposed skin.

Sammy perceived almond soap, salt, and a hint of musk.

Sammy couldn’t get enough. He patted the seat, and Mustafa sat beside him.

Mustafa placed his head against the headrest, legs spread and inviting.

Sammy straddled Mustafa’s legs and laced his fingers behind Mustafa’s neck, unable to look away.

He’d never expected to find a lover in Sarajevo, let alone somebody to love, possibly for the rest of his life.

He kissed Mustafa’s lips with his eyes still open until desire overwhelmed him.

He closed his eyes and began touching and teasing his way down Mustafa’s body, inch by inch.

The hollow beneath Mustafa’s Adam’s apple was salty and sensitive.

The wiry hairs on his chest tickled Sammy’s fingertips as he made his way lower.

He licked and nipped the skin around Mustafa’s navel.

That elicited a groan and what sounded like a swear in Bosnian.

Sammy continued lower, tugging at the waistband of Mustafa’s jeans as he kissed the skin above. He couldn’t get enough of Mustafa, and still he wanted more. He unbuttoned Mustafa’s jeans and worked them down his hips. Mustafa helped by removing them, along with his boxers, freeing his cock.

“So gorgeous,” Sammy said. He watched Mustafa through his half-lidded eyes as he caressed the tip with his tongue.

“Ngh.” Mustafa closed his eyes as Sammy took him in his mouth. Mustafa’s cock touched the back of Sammy’s throat. He ran his tongue from side to side across the gland on the underside, making Mustafa squirm.

Sammy eased off a bit, dipping his tongue in the space between cock and foreskin and circling the head.

Mustafa thrust his hips. Sammy took him to the back of his throat again, working the foreskin with the roof of his mouth.

He slipped a finger into his mouth beside Mustafa’s dick, getting it wet.

He fucked Mustafa with his mouth as he worked his finger along the crease of his ass to the epicenter.

“Need more fingers,” Mustafa said, pulling away from Sammy’s advance. “I’m going to blow and then I’ll be too tight for you to fuck me.”

Sammy nodded his understanding. He popped Mustafa’s cock out of his mouth.

He filled his mouth with three of his fingers, slicking them with spit.

Mustafa spread his legs wider, giving him better access to his hole.

Sammy started with one, but quickly added in a second as he grabbed the base of Mustafa’s cock.

He twirled his tongue around inside the foreskin again as he loosened Mustafa for a third finger.

Once he had all three inside, he fucked Mustafa in earnest, with his mouth and his fingers.

He pressed Mustafa’s prostate and sweet precome hit his tongue. He held his fingers there, against the bundle of nerves. He applied suction on the way down Mustafa’s cock. On the way back up, he rolled his tongue along the gland and around the head.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck me.”

Mustafa’s cum tasted salty and sweet, like kettle corn. Sammy licked it up until Mustafa pushed him off his cock, giggling. “I need a moment,” he said, still laughing.

Sammy brushed his fingers against Mustafa’s prostate, and his cock jolted.

“Fuck.”

Sammy did it again, watching in awe as Mustafa’s cock jerked again, and stiffened from the attention.

“You like that.”

“Fuck yeah.”

“You want me inside you?”

Mustafa nodded. “So much.”

“It’s been awhile since I topped,” Sammy admitted. “Not since freshman year.”

Mustafa grinned. “It’s been awhile for me, too.”

Sammy motioned toward the bedroom with his chin. “Shall we?”

“You first.”

Sammy hated to remove his fingers, but he wanted Mustafa to be comfortable for the short walk. He led the way, stripping out of his clothes. He took the lube and condoms from his backpack.

Mustafa spread out on the bed, naked and sexy in his own confidence. Lust gleamed in his eyes as he yanked his cock and twisted around the base.

“Fuck me,” he said, lifting his knees to his chest as he continued to stroke himself.

Sammy bounded onto the bed, kneeling above Mustafa’s entrance.

He poured some lube on his fingers and worked them back inside.

He massaged Mustafa’s prostate until precome leaked from the tip of his dick.

The sticky clear liquid left a trail to his abdomen.

Sammy leaned forward to lick it up as he removed his fingers.

He rolled on a condom and slicked more lube over his sheathed cock.

“Not gonna last long,” Sammy said, biting his bottom lip as he pressed his cock against Mustafa’s entrance.

“I’m already close,” Mustafa groaned as Sammy entered him. “Ugh. Yes.”

“Yes,” Sammy hissed as he worked his way inside Mustafa’s tightness. He’d never wanted anyone like this. Now, he knew he’d never get enough. He wanted Mustafa in every position.

He pulled out, and Mustafa whimpered. He slid back inside and sighed with contentment. So warm. So tight. So wonderful. He withdrew again, leaving only the tip of his cock inside, and slammed his body back into Mustafa’s with a slap.

“Fuck yeah. Like that.”

Sammy did it again, and again. Then he adjusted the angle, searching for the spot that drove Mustafa wild.

“Ugh. Yeah. Harder.”

Found it. He tucked his knees beneath Mustafa’s ass and rested on his elbows. He rocked their bodies together to keep the same angle. Then, he pistoned against Mustafa, hard and fast, fighting against his building orgasm.

Mustafa growled as he came, his entire body shaking. Mustafa’s passage flexed around his cock, and Sammy shot, too. He sank onto the sweat-drenched pillow.

“Wow,” he whispered in Mustafa’s ear.

“Wow? I give you mind-blowing sex, and all you can say is wow?”

“Well, my mind is blown.”

Mustafa laughed. “Yeah. Mine, too.”

They walked to the bathroom together, hand-in-hand.

Sammy dealt with the condom as Mustafa tossed a washcloth into the sink.

They spent far more time washing each other than they would have taken to wash themselves.

They left the bathroom in each other’s arms, kissing.

Their clean, hard cocks pressed against each other, eager for more.

Mustafa guided Sammy down onto the bed. He took his time reciprocating Sammy’s earlier attention, kissing and licking all over his naked body. Sammy nearly lifted off the bed when Mustafa’s mouth found the tip of his cock and sucked him in.

Mustafa’s mouth felt amazing, almost as wonderful as his tight hole.

And oh God, when his fingers worked into Sammy’s ass, he nearly came.

It had been so long since someone had paid any attention to his ass.

Gavin had only played enough to work in his thin, pencil-dick.

The cursory attention had often left Sammy sore and dissatisfied.

Mustafa took his time, working Sammy’s ring until he relaxed. Then he spread and stretched him with his fingers. When he’d teased in three fingers, he searched for Sammy’s sweet spot, the one that made him arch onto his shoulders from the pleasure.

“Fuck yeah. Right there.”

Mustafa wanted to fuck him face-to-face, but it was too much.

Sammy turned away on his elbows and knees.

Mustafa kissed along his shoulders as he suited up with a condom.

Then, his cock was there, against Sammy’s entrance, hard and hot and so good.

Sammy relaxed and let Mustafa in. He sighed when Mustafa grazed his prostate.

“Tell me how you like it.”

“Harder,” Sammy said.

Mustafa’s body slapped against his body. His balls smacked against Sammy’s balls, all soft skin and sweat and sex.

Sammy sank further into the mattress, legs and arms splayed.

His ass rocked with Mustafa’s movements.

His cock was trapped between the bed and his stomach, each touch bringing him closer to freedom from his old life.

He needed this place to make himself anew, a man of sated desires.

He bit down on the pillow, softening his hoarse shouts to muffled grunts.

Mustafa maintained the rough, pounding rhythm.

The world around them faded. Sammy no longer knew anything outside of his cries, the creak of the solid oak bed beneath them, and the slap of their bodies.

The wave of relentless bliss spread through Sammy’s abdomen.

It washed away all other sensations. He came so hard, he saw bright flashes of light behind his closed eyelids.

He collapsed onto the bed, Mustafa on top of him, a solid presence pressed to his back.

Mustafa rolled them onto their sides, still connected, and kissed the back of his neck.

“Mustafa.”

“Mm-hmm?”

“Wow.”

“You’re a man of few words after sex,” Mustafa said. Laughter rumbled from his chest, more a feeling against Sammy’s back than a sound.

He snorted. “Only when it’s that fucking good.” Gavin had accused him of talking too much during sex. He’d often caught himself thinking about college assignments, or more recently, news stories, while they fucked. Sammy always had a challenging time staying in the moment with Gavin.

“You keep me here, tethered to your cock, fucking you,” he told Mustafa. “That’s fantastic.”

“Hmm.” Now, it was Mustafa’s turn to be speechless.

They took turns cleaning up the second time. The clock in the main room struck midnight as Sammy pulled on his pajama pants. They had a long day ahead. Sammy’s nerves kicked in again as Mustafa turned out the light, but he was too worn out to stay awake.