Page 43 of True North
“I want—yeah.” JT raised his head and craned his neck around so he could meet Misha’s eyes. “I want you to fuck me, if you’re into that.”
Misha would be extremely into that. “You like?”
JT dropped his head again. “Yeah. I love it. So if you—”
“Yeah, I want,” Misha said, too quickly and too loud.
JT laughed into the pillow. “All right. Let’s do this.”
Eighteen
Misha had fucked a guy before, but only once, and it hadn’t been a fantastic experience. Not bad, but he’d had no idea what he was doing and spent the whole time feeling nervous and awkward, then came too soon. He wanted to do better this time around. He wanted to blow JT’s mind, or at least avoid humiliating himself too badly.
“Can you—turn,” he said, touching JT’s hip. “Roll?”
“Oh—sure,” JT said.
Misha regretted the request the instant JT flipped over. As devastating as the rear view had been, the front view was even worse. JT was flushed and wet-mouthed, like he had been chewing on his own lip, and his hard cock lay fat and red on his belly, leaking at the tip. He sprawled on the bed with his legs akimbo and looked like every fantasy Misha had ever had, brought thrillingly to life. The sheets were going to be ruined, probably. Who cared.
As Misha stared like a fool, JT folded one arm behind his head and raised his eyebrows. “Problem?”
“You look so,” Misha said, and swallowed. “I’m not, um. I don’t do lots of times, you know, so…”
JT smiled at him, warm and relaxed. “Not a problem. I’ve done it a lot, and I know exactly what I like.”
“A lot,” Misha repeated. He slid his hand up the inside of JT’s thigh and didn’t stop until his thumb nudged at JT’s balls. “You really like.”
“There’s nothing I enjoy more than a dick in my ass,” JT said, casually filthy enough to make Misha blush. He smirked at whatever Misha’s face was doing. “Don’t worry. You’re in good hands.”
“I know,” Misha said.
JT’s smirk faded. He reached down to touch Misha’s hand on his thigh. “We’ll have fun. It’s going to be good.” He scooted closer to Misha and spread his thighs wider. “And if you need to me talk about my hungry hole a little to get you in the mood, I’m game.”
That startled a laugh out of Misha. “No, I don’t need.” He gestured to his own hard dick, fully ready for whatever JT had in mind. “Just look, touch—it’s good for me.”
“Great.” JT took Misha’s hand and brought it between his legs. Misha took the hint and went back to touching JT’s hole, which was clearly the right move because JT gave a contented sigh and let his eyes fall shut.
Misha felt somewhat confident about this part, mostly thanks to thorough experimentation on himself. He knew what felt good for him, at least, and if the same things didn’t feel good for JT, he thought JT would probably tell him.
He used the back of his thumbnail to draw light circles on JT’s rim, letting JT’s indrawn breaths and fluttering eyelids guide him. As he kept going, JT’s hand crept down his abdomen toward his cock, in fits and starts. Confidence boosted, Misha pressed JT’s thigh toward his chest with his free hand, holding JT open, and slid two fingers into JT’s ass.
Starting with two could have been a bold move, but JT had taken Misha’s thumb so easily that he didn’t think he was pushing too hard. And JT made a soft noise and finally curled his hand around his dick, so no problems there. JT was so responsive to every touch and made so many noises that this was already the best sex Misha had ever had, and they had barely gotten started.
Misha worked his fingers in and out, eyes darting back and forth between JT’s slack, rapturous face and his fingers teasing at the head of his dick. He could tell JT was experienced from the way he relaxed so easily around Misha’s fingers. JT didn’t seem to have any anxiety about this process; he expected it to feel good and was anticipating only pleasure. We’ll have fun, he’d said, and Misha was starting to see that itcouldbe fun, that he could relax, too, and enjoy what their bodies did together. The last time he’d had sex had been traumatic, to say the least, but he was safe here with JT. He didn’t need to worry about anything.
He pressed his fingers deep and curled them before he dragged his hand out again, searching for the spot that felt so good when he touched himself. He knew he’d found it when JT sucked in a huge breath and then moaned when Misha rubbed with his fingertips.
“There?” Misha asked, to be totally certain, and also sort of to be a jerk. There wasn’t much question that he was right on target, not with the faces JT was making.
“Yeah, that’s—that’s good,” JT said, voice thin. “You can keep—yeah.”
“Sure?” Misha asked, actively screwing with him now. “It’s okay? Not hurt?”
JT opened his eyes, then scowled when he saw Misha’s smirk. “And here I thought you were going to be all bashful and uncertain. Okay, let’s move it along, then.”
But there was no chance Misha was going to rush this process, not when there was no guarantee of a second chance. He liked having JT all spread out for his enjoyment. He worked at JT’s prostate with steady pulses of his fingertips, firm and relentless, and drank in the sight of JT going pink all over and squirming and leaking onto his own fingers as he played with himself.
After a few minutes of this, JT peeled his eyes open again and said, voice raw, “Quit playing around.”