Jeremy's eyes widened at the defensiveness in Carter's tone. "Do you mean you don't get play?"
Carter definitely knew he was blushing and he hated it. Fucking hated his fair complexion. He hated his anxiety. He hated how he felt about Jeremy. He picked up a third beer.
"Holy shit. Are you a virgin?"
Carter's face heated more. "No. Not … I've fooled around and all. I just haven't … No relationships." Carter put a heavy emphasis on the last word.
Jeremy snorted, but seemed to stop himself. "You're saving yourself. That's … cool."
"No, not like that. I guess it was just never convenient to do more than a quick get-me-off session." He sighed. "Call me ridiculous, but I'm not completely sold on anal anyway. Not enough to want to trust some guy I don't know to do it the first time; add to that, it could be a horrible fuck and someone could sell it to a tabloid so everyone would think I was a bad lay on top of the slutty gay son of a family values politician." Why are you still talking?
Jeremy's incredulous expression was comical as he eased back in his chair. "Damn, dude. That blows. Meanwhile, your parents are rocking out with their cocks out."
Carter snorted a laugh despite himself. It wasn't funny, but it was. "Isn't it the damnedest thing? They're afraid I'll get caught, so I practically wear a chastity belt. Plus, I didn't really want my first time to become tabloid worthy. Because it's always celebrity and politicians' kids getting in the papers for crazy stuff. But it turns out, my parents are the ones who- gross, I can't even think about it. Change the subject."
Jeremy chuckled, but obliged. "I'm taking a break from the band because things got … complicated. I needed to figure out where I fit and where we go from here. The music was getting drowned out by all the other shit." He'd closed his eyes while he talked and he looked so beautiful, like a model lounging.
Jeremy was in a talkative, honest mood so Carter wanted to ask about Troy, wanted to ask things he had no business asking.
Carter's bleary, tipsy gaze followed one of Jeremy's big hands with its long fingers as it scratched at his chest, then landed on his thigh. Carter's eyes were suddenly glued to where Jeremy's thick cock lay, clearly chubbed under the terry cloth. He licked his lips, unable to break his stare. God, but he had been beating off thinking about that cock for days and he'd only seen it soft.
He wondered what it looked like hard.
He licked his lips again as those long fingers of Jeremy's wrapped around the clothed cock and readjusted it.
Then Jeremy's hand stilled.
Carter's eyes jerked up. Jeremy's eyes were open just slightly and pinned on him, cat like. Jeremy licked his lips before they tipped up on one side into that fucking devilish smirk. "Oh yeah?"
Carter swallowed thickly. Then he noticed as Jeremy's eyes focused downward and he followed to where his cock was tenting his own thin, wet gym shorts very obviously. Hell, the silver shorts were almost see through and he wasn't wearing a jock, so the outline of his pounding cock was blatantly obvious.
He looked back to Jeremy, whose gaze was half lidded as he sucked in his full bottom lip. "Virgin boy's feeling frisky, huh?"
Carter made an indelicate grunting noise that was part embarrassment at being busted ogling Jeremy, part hardcore arousal. That intense energy that had lived under his skin since he had laid eyes on Jeremy the first time a week ago was thrumming to the surface and his body trembled with it. Jeremy smiled so fucking dirty, all his teeth showing, and he sucked in a breath as he squeezed his cock through the towel. Carter's eyes zeroed in on the hidden cock, which was fucking huge and teasing him.
Then Jeremy dropped open his towel, cock hard and heavy as it lay on his inner thigh. His heavy balls pulled up in their sac, then dropped as Jeremy's cock jumped once. Carter couldn't take his eyes off it. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
His body shook with need and excitement and his cheeks felt hot. He knew some of this was the beer, but his own cock was so hard it hurt.
Jeremy let out a deep, quiet chuckle. "You wanna suck it." A statement. Not a question. "No photographers here."
Carter looked back up at Jeremy, who had wrapped his hand around his shaft and started lazily stroking himself. Jeremy closed his eyes, still smiling, chewing on one side of his bottom lip, head back, throat exposed.
Carter wasn't sure at which point he had ended up on his knees and right in front of Jeremy, but when Jeremy opened his eyes, they were face to face.
Jeremy gripped the back of Carter's head. "You're gonna suck it." Again, it was a statement.
Carter made the move, crashing his lips against Jeremy's. And they both sighed into the kiss. It was like their mouths had been looking for each other all along and found relief in finally touching.
Carter had kissed people before, but never like this. Their tongues licked each other, dancing in their mouths. Jeremy ran his hands through the longer hair on top of Carter's head, then grabbed it, separating them and pulling Carter's head back. His mouth attached to Carter's neck and he licked and sucked and bit his way down to Carter's collarbone, where he didn't hesitate to take a bite that made Carter hiss and his cock tense, hips thrusting against Jeremy's leg.
Jeremy put his mouth back on Carter's and freed Carter's cock, stroking it with his rough, strong hands. Carter started fucking into Jeremy's clenched fist. "Fuck, fuck," Carter hissed against Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy let out another one of those deep chuckles. Then he let go of Carter's cock and lay back on the lounge chair, taking his own cock in hand. Carter didn't need to be told, he just bent down, kissing and biting Jeremy's hip bone, then kissing the tattoo right at the base of Jeremy's cock.
His brain was officially closed for business when his nose pressed into Jeremy's silky smooth ball sac and smelled deeply the scent that was all Jeremy. He looked up to where Jeremy was staring down at him, mouth hanging open a little.
"Suck it."
Carter opened his mouth, sticking his tongue against the head. Jeremy wrapped his large hand around the back of Carter's skull and cradled it. "Use your hands when you can't go down any more," Jeremy instructed.
Carter wrapped a hand around Jeremy's cock and stroked him before deciding well, you've already gone this far, and jumped in with both feet.
He took Jeremy's cock as far as he could. He didn't gag per se, he just couldn't go further than half the long, thick length of it. Jeremy groaned, and that drove Carter on. He had never felt as powerful as he did in that moment, giving Jeremy pleasure.
He used the spit to move his mouth and hands easily up and down Jeremy's heavy, hot shaft. He had always imagined what it might feel like to have any cock, not just Jeremy's, in his mouth. The reality was strange in that it was different than he had expected. But it was fucking hot. His own cock tingled as he rubbed off against Jeremy's shin.
"That's right. Suck me. Play with my balls, Carter." Carter looked up at Jeremy, whose eyes fucking burned into Carter, driving him on. "So fucking good."
Carter used his hands for most of the length, concentrating his lips on the head, knowing that was where he liked to be stroked and played with. The one blow job he'd had had felt best right there. He did as Jeremy asked and played with his balls with the other hand. Jeremy's hips started flexing up.
And then Jeremy was shouting, "Come up, come up."
Carter pulled off and used his spit to stroke Jeremy from root to head, swiftly and with a twist at the head. You didn't spend this long alone and not learn a few masturbation tricks.
Jeremy's shout as his balls pulled up and his body tensed was loud, almost pained, and Carter kept stroking as white cum spurted out over his stomach and drizzled down Carter's hand. Carter stared, mesmerized as that beautiful cock jerked and came. He licked Jeremy's balls, and Jeremy let out a laugh that was all pleasure.
Then he was on Carter, pulling him into a kiss. He grabbed for Carter's cock and stroked a couple times, but before he could go any further, the tension in Carter's body let loose and he yelped into Jeremy's mouth as he came and came and came on Jeremy's stomach, on the chair, and clinging tightly to Jeremy in a gripping hold.
After a beat, they separated and started cleaning themselves off with Jeremy's towel. Jeremy stood and walked, naked as the day is long, over to get another towel. He returned just as Carter tucked himself away.