Devlin and Garrick by Cameron Dane (short story to read txt) 📕

his cock with the other. “I need to feel you.” Garrick rubbed at the bulge already hardening behind Devlin’s jeans as he tore the belt out of its loops.

Devlin gasped and jerked into Garrick’s hand. “Yeah.” His prick thickened, and he ground himself into Garrick’s touch. “I want inside you again too.”

Garrick shoved his hand into Devlin’s jeans, unable to wait the extra few seconds to tear them down Devlin’s legs. He curled his fingers around scorching hot flesh and tugged hard on the velvety-smooth length. Devlin winced and covered Garrick’s hand, stilling his hand job. Garrick murmured an apology against Devlin’s lips, sipping at the tense line of the man’s mouth while forcing his hand to release the death grip it had on Devlin’s prick.

Keep it cool and steady, Langley. You have the rest of your life to mate with this man.

Garrick breathed and slowed everything down. He grazed whisper-soft kisses back and forth across Devlin’s mouth and teased him with barely-there darting licks in between. Devlin flicked his tongue out to meet Garrick’s, tormenting Garrick with hints of something deeper, and adrenaline pumped into Garrick’s bloodstream again with dizzying speed. Everything inside Garrick ached. He wanted to shove his way into Devlin’s mouth and devour, and his fingers itched to own the thick cock burning a stamp into his hand, but Garrick exerted will over his body and forced his impulses back under his control.

A chuckle washed warmth across Garrick’s lips. He pulled back and caught a glint sparking in Devlin’s eyes.

“I didn’t mean you have to stop completely,” Devlin said. He guided Garrick’s hand into a rubbing motion up and down his growing cock, moaning as Garrick once again took the lead and teased his fingers over the head, gathering pre-cum as he did it. “Doesn’t mean you can’t give me something rough either.” Devlin bit Garrick’s lower lip and tugged at it, creating a wonderful sting. As it slipped from between his teeth, Devlin soothed with a lick, and added, “I just might need some spit or lube first if you’re going to go full guns blazing at first pull.”

Garrick touched his own mouth, fingering the extra sensitivity Devlin had put there with his love bite. At the same time, he found himself riveted by the millions of as yet unknown stories and desires living right behind the light in Devlin’s eyes. “It’s strange to accept that we still have this learning curve between us when we spent two and a half days fucking each other.” Touching the tips of his fingers over Devlin’s cheeks, Garrick studied this face he already knew so well, and committed a few new laugh lines and cutting edges to the memory. “In so many ways I feel like I know you more completely than any other single person in this world.”

Devlin’s gaze deepened in time with an accompanying arousal below, and Garrick watched the part of this man’s personality that liked to laugh and play naughty emerge. Devlin pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. He shoved his jeans and underwear down to his hips, exposing Garrick’s hand steadily working its way up and down Devlin’s long cock. Devlin kept contact with Garrick’s stare as he stiffened to granite-hard, rearing under Garrick’s ministrations.

“Oh, God ... yeah.” Devlin bit his lip and pumped his hips into Garrick’s hand job. “I have a feeling we’ll be moving in unison like a pair of finely tuned race horses in no time at all.”

A real, honest-to-God grin took over Garrick’s lips. “I think they pair up the race horses with the mares, beautiful.”

“Maybe...ahh, yeah, that’s so good...” Bead after bead of pre-ejaculate pearled at Devlin’s slit, and as Garrick ran his finger across the opening, Devlin hissed and his eyelids slid to half-mast. Devlin suddenly shook his head and opened his eyes, as if trying to clear the growing fog. “Maybe,” his voice sounded strained, “maybe most. But there have to be one or two studs in there that see another stallion and get just a little too worked up about another sleek male horse in top form, you know?”

Garrick swallowed down another laugh. “Gotta be a few, I imagine.” He loved the twists and silliness mixed in with the core of strength and honor in this man. “I remember how you like your blowjobs. Giving and getting them.” Watching Devlin, Garrick withdrew his hand from Devlin’s erection and licked his palm and fingers. He transferred Devlin’s pre-cum onto his tongue and savored the light taste of salt and man. “Do they still make you lose your mind?”

Devlin swallowed visibly as he stared at Garrick eating his early seed. “You don’t have to tie me up anymore.” He cleared his throat and lifted his gaze back to Garrick’s. “Unless you just want to do it for fun.”

Garrick snaked his hand around Devlin’s neck and jerked him in close. “Maybe another time.” He sealed his lips to Devlin’s, pushed inside and kissed deeply, and let the man taste himself inside Garrick’s mouth. Devlin opened up and tangled his tongue with Garrick’s, moaning and fighting for as much dominance as Garrick did. Devlin ran his hands down Garrick’s back and shoved his hands under the hem of Garrick’s shirt, pushing the fabric up in the back. He scratched his trimmed nails up Garrick’s spine, taking the shirt with him, and Garrick shivered. He fucking felt the light scrape shiver over every nerve ending in his body.

Their mouths broke apart as Devlin lifted the T-shirt over Garrick’s head. “Naked,” Devlin said. His eyes burned bright, even in the shock of sunlight pouring in through the open window. “I want you naked now.”

“You too.” Garrick kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks, his motions clumsy, his focus riveted on Devlin. “I’ve missed your body.”

A quick grin flashed in Devlin. He took a second to drag Garrick in and smash a hard kiss on his mouth. “I’m gonna choose to think that’s a really sweet thing