Page 44 of True North
Misha smiled down at him in his flushed dishevelment. “But it’s fun.”
JT’s laughter cut off into a moan as Misha slid his fingers out and pressed in again with three. “Misha—Misha. Come on.” He gripped Misha’s forearm. “I’m dying. You’ve gotta—you—” He broke off as Misha curled his fingers again. “Misha—”
“Okay,” Misha said. He drew his fingers away and bent for a quick kiss. JT held him there with a hand at the back of his neck, and the kiss turned slow and languid, a counterpoint to the furious pulse of blood through Misha’s body. He settled himself down on top of JT, straddling his waist with their chests pressed together, and gave himself over to JT’s soft mouth and gentle tongue.
JT’s fingers carded through the hair at Misha’s nape. Pressed together like they were, shoulder to hip, Misha could feel JT’s dick against his belly, hard and hot. He shifted so his own dick lay nestled alongside JT’s. He could smell JT’s body, the rich scent in the hair under his arms. Misha’s heartbeat, which had begun to slow with their sweet kissing, picked up again.
JT flexed his hips up against Misha’s body. He slid his hands down Misha’s back and turned his head aside. His lips brushed Misha’s cheek as he said, “I know I said I wanted you to fuck me, but there’s probably too much oil everywhere for that.”
Misha pushed up onto his hands to squint down at JT. He didn’t follow.
“It’ll eat right through the condom,” JT explained. “Next time.” He patted Misha’s ass with both hands, then gripped him there and rocked their hips together. “Let’s just do this.”
“This, like—” Misha sat up more and braced his hands on JT’s shoulders, and tentatively rubbed his dick against JT’s belly. “This?”
JT grinned. “Oh yeah, that’s gonna work great. Here, just—” He reached for the bottle of oil and squeezed a generous amount all over both of their dicks. “There you go. Get to it.” He punctuated the command with a light slap to Misha’s ass, making him jump, then folded both arms behind his head and raised his eyebrows at Misha, clearly telling Misha to get on with it.
It would serve him right if Misha got off the bed altogether and went to jerk off in the shower. He couldn’t pretend JT acting so cocky didn’t get him going, though. He wanted to wipe the smirk off JT’s face and make him moan.
Even with spite egging him on, he felt self-conscious as he began to move. JT stared at him, heavy-lidded, as Misha braced his hands against JT’s shoulders and rolled his hips, rubbing their cocks together. The greasy slide made his toes curl. He’d been so turned on for so long that he was expecting to go off in about two minutes flat.
JT’s lazy detachment didn’t last long. Soon his hands were all over Misha’s hips and thighs, stroking his skin at first and then urging him into a slightly faster rhythm. When Misha was moving how JT liked, his hands went wandering again, over Misha’s ass, up the insides of his thighs, stroking Misha’s balls from behind. “God, look at your fat cock,” he said breathlessly, although his eyes were on Misha’s face. “This feels so good. I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
“You like so much,” Misha said, grinding his dick against JT’s, the head sliding and catching in JT’s navel.
“I love it. I love to get fucked.” He squeezed Misha’s hips. “I love this, too. You feel amazing. I’m going to shoot my wad so hard.”
“What,” Misha said.
JT laughed, his eyes sliding closed again. “You know. Blow my load. Empty my sack. Unload the—the—oh, right there, just like that.”
Misha stayed right there, bent over JT, rocking his hips just so, watching JT’s expression go pained as he kept moving. JT’s teeth sank into his bottom lip. He planted his heels on the bed to grind up against Misha. His hands dug into Misha’s hips. Misha had the thrilling realization that JT was about to come.
JT did, in another minute: a hot, wet rush between their bodies, and JT moaning with his face all screwed up. Misha kept moving until JT’s grip on his hips loosened, then stopped to stare at JT’s flushed cheeks and unguarded expression. He hadn’t known sex could be this good or this—fun, with so much laughter.
JT’s eyes opened. He smiled up at Misha, then pulled him down to press a sloppy kiss to Misha’s cheek. “Now it’s your turn.”
Misha sat up and drew JT’s hand to his dick. He was too close to want anything fancy. “Touch me.”
“Gladly.” JT closed his hand around Misha’s dick and began working him snug and slow, in long pulls of his slick fist. “Like that?”
“More fast,” Misha said, curling his own hand around JT’s to guide him. “Yeah—that.”
He gave himself over to it, sitting motionless on JT’s hips as JT jerked him off, letting JT coax his orgasm out. It didn’t take very long. Misha felt himself tensing, tension in his jaw and his pelvis, a tightening spiral of heat. JT’s hand was warm and so wet, almost too frictionless, but he got there anyway, pushed over the edge by the way JT was watching him, the hot, reverent look in JT’s eyes.
He shot all over JT’s stomach and chest and was so pleased by the sight that he knocked JT’s hand out of the way to milk out the final few drops right where he wanted them, a dribbled line down the center of JT’s abs.
“Is that what gets you going?” JT asked, smirking. He cupped Misha’s balls in his palm and held them gently.
Misha smeared his hand down JT’s chest. JT would smell like him for the rest of the day. “Yeah. You mine.” Then he flushed. He hadn’t meant to reveal so much of his thoughts.
JT only laughed lightly, either not understanding the full weight of Misha’s words or choosing to pretend he didn’t. “I’m going to need another shower now.”
Misha flopped down on top of him and buried his face in JT’s neck. He didn’t want to get up. “I need nap.”
“It’s, like. 11 a.m.” JT smoothed his hand down Misha’s back, then did it again. “But I won’t kick you out of bed just yet.”
“Okay,” Misha said. He rubbed his face against JT’s neck and settled in.