Earth and Sky

confinement of his jeans.

    “Shit, that looks good,” Hunter groaned, watching the view that was obscured every time he thrust into Grant’s mouth. “Want to—”

    “No, you don’t,” Grant interrupted after pulling back. He returned his hand to Hunter’s hip to prevent him from sitting down. “I have other plans for you.”

    Hunter swallowed as he watched Grant lick his fingers, coating them with ample saliva.

    “Spread your legs a bit,” Grant ordered in such a way that it didn’t even cross Hunter’s mind to disagree.

    Grant was still smiling when he pushed his hand between Hunter’s legs, leaving no doubt in Hunter’s mind what his goal was. Hunter rolled his hips in an attempt to guide Grant’s fingers, but Grant didn’t need it. He slid his slick fingers behind Hunter’s sac and pushed against the sensitive skin behind it. Hunter arched forward, and Grant came into contact with the circular guardian muscle, which opened like a flower.

    “Somebody’s hot and bothered and very ready for this, isn’t he?” Grant teased.

    “Fuck, it’s been too long,” Hunter panted, still undulating his hips in an attempt to get Grant to push his fingers inside. He didn’t have to wait long. Both fingertips slipped in, and it burned, but Hunter couldn’t get enough. When Grant took his cock in his mouth again, Hunter thought he was going to come right then, but he didn’t want it to end. He threw back his head, hoping that blocking out the visual would help him hold on. Grant was pushing deeper inside him, though, and suddenly Hunter saw flashing lights behind his closed eyelids. Reflexively, he pulled back and was instantly sorry for the loss, but he knew it was the only thing that prevented him from losing his footing. Pulling his hips back, he leaned down to kiss Grant’s enticing mouth, distracting him enough to be able to crouch down and sit on Grant’s lap.

    “I want more. Want you inside me,” Hunter said softly after kissing Grant. “I’m serious,” he added.

    “I know. Lie down.”

    Hunter slid off Grant’s thighs and reclined on the blanket, letting his shirt fall open. Grant pushed it off his shoulders but made no attempt to disrobe Hunter further. Instead, he admiringly caressed Hunter’s chest, occasionally flicking a nipple or touching a bit of hairless skin as he moved down. He licked his fingers again before reinserting them, making Hunter rear up. He wanted more, wanted to be filled with Grant’s magnificent cock, but he knew in what little coherent thought he had left that he wouldn’t be able to persuade Grant. After licking Hunter’s cock some more, Grant moved higher to kiss him, still pumping his fingers in and out of Hunter’s body.

    “Touch yourself,” Grant said, his voice not entirely steady anymore.

    “I want to touch you,” Hunter replied.

    “Later. Show me now how you touch yourself,” Grant repeated.

    Hunter did, although it was hard to focus. He was terribly close, so his movements weren’t the most coordinated. He felt like he’d been close to coming since they started, but his orgasm hovered just out of reach. Grant’s movements were deliberate and accurate, stroking Hunter’s prostate over and over again. Hunter rubbed his own straining shaft. He wanted more, though, wanted to reciprocate, to touch Grant the way he was touching himself, but any attempt he made toward Grant was swatted away until he finally gave up.

    “Fuck yourself,” Grant urged. “Make yourself come. Shout out. Show me how much you want this.”

    Grant’s words were enough for Hunter to reach the point of no return. A twist from his hand combined with Grant’s fingers deep inside him, touching him in the special spot, were enough to send him over with more wailing than he’d ever dared to voice before. He repeatedly convulsed into his own hand, spraying white ribbons all over his chest and Grant’s as Grant leaned over him to kiss his neck.

    Hunter was panting hard and still twitching when he remembered that what he really wanted was to do to Grant what he’d done to him. He pushed him down on his back and kissed him passionately, leaving no doubt in Grant’s mind that he was up for the task.

    “My turn.”

    Grant chuckled. “I think you just had yours.”

    Hunter shook his head. “My turn to make you come so hard you see stars.”

    Grant relaxed under Hunter’s touch, and although Hunter’s powerful orgasm had made him feel more like a good