him James pulled away, averting his eyes. “Um, not that I’m turning you down or anything, but I really need a shower first.”
Travis smiled and took James by the hand, leading him into the bathroom and turning on the water. Once he deemed it warm enough, he stripped them both, and they stepped under the warm spray. Travis lathered his hands with soap, washed a part of James, then applied his lips to each newly cleaned spot, washing away the memories of an awful night.
By the time they stepped out of the shower both were hard and ready. When they lay down upon the bed James grew nervous, afraid to remind his lover of his recent indiscretion. It was only when a tentative hand reached down to squeeze his glutes that he blurted, “I’m sore.” The hand stopped, staying where it was.
“Are you all right? Did he hurt you?” Compassion and concern shone in his lover’s eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit sore.”
“That’s okay,” Travis replied, bringing their mouths together. Ever since James’ arrival in Houston sex was a frantic, hurried thing. Now, Travis worked his way down James’ body, using fingers, lips, teeth and tongue. There was nothing practiced or rehearsed about his actions, it was all trial and error. When James gasped, he’d repeat whatever he’d just done, and if he got no response he moved on until he did.
If Alex had explored his body, Travis discovered it anew, and one image faded in James’ mind, replaced by another he liked better. They were both blue-eyed, blond men, but the similarities ended there.
When Travis finally took James’ cock in his mouth, James had to fight back his impending climax. “Get up here!” he pleaded, “I want you, too.”
Travis turned so they were in a sixty-nine position, and rather than race toward the goal like they usually did, they took it slow, their actions mirror images of each other’s. What James did to Travis, Travis did to James, until they were both very close to completion.
It was Travis who pulled back. “I want you in me,” he said, reaching for the small side table where they kept supplies.
James watched, mesmerized as a condom was rolled down his length by his lover. When he reached for the lube Travis swatted his hand away, grinning mischievously when he said, “Just watch.”
He lay across the bed, watching as the tips of two lubed fingers slid into Travis’ ass. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, his boyfriend opening himself, preparing the way. James idly stroked his cock, anticipating what was to come.
“Like what you see?” Travis voice was low and husky, like silk sliding against his libido.
“Yes,” James replied.
“Want to put something else there?”
Again James answered, “Yes.”
James watched, fascinated, as Travis’ fingers slowly eased out. A moment later he was there, pushing into tight heat. As soon as he breached the opening he leaned in, tongue demanding entrance to Travis’ mouth. He pushed in slowly, with tongue and cock, and pulled out slower still, teasing them both.
He didn’t know who started it, if it was his lover’s eager bucking or if his own need took over, but the gentle rhythm changed, speeding to a more frantic pace. All the while their mouths were joined, just as surely as their bodies were.
Travis’ hand squeezed between their bodies and he began to stroke himself, abdominal muscles tightening and body going rigid as he bowed up from the bed. “Hmmpphh!” he shouted, cries caught by James’ mouth. James felt the shuddering beneath him, the rhythmic grasping around his cock, and followed his lover into ecstasy.
They lay facing each other, idly stroking each other while they caught their breath.
Travis scrunched his nose as if puzzled. “What’s that?” he asked, raising his head off the pillow and looking toward the bedside table. “Babe? The light’s flashing on your phone. I think you have a message.”
“Oh, that!” James leaned over and retrieved his phone. “I forgot! My mom called late last night or early this morning,” he said, switching on the speaker. Even expecting the worse, as close and safe as he felt to Travis, now he wanted to share the message, just like he wanted to share everything else about his life.
“Hi, sweetie!” was his mother’s cheerful greeting. “I know it’s early, but I just wanted to let you know that me and your sister are coming to Houston. Since there’s no dissuading you from moving there, we want to meet this young man you’re so