Loser Takes All(10)

Finally, the moving came to a stop. Though Tad's hips and legs remained perpendicular, his top half slanted down at forty-five degrees. Cock pinned against his abs, fresh mortification assaulted him. Could his nut sac and asshole be any more exposed?

He glared at Scott over his shoulder. "You're such a fucking perv."

Again, Scott laughed. "You have no idea. But don't worry. I'm a fun perv. You'll like what I do to you."

Tad eyed the guy's hand roaming absently over his own chest. Body language, signaling anticipation. But then he sauntered out of view. Not two seconds later, the music bumped back on. This time a bit of Staind. Low and haunting with heady emotion. Longing, anger, regret. It seeped down into one's marrow to both calm and stir the soul.

Soft footfalls approached from behind, then hot hands palmed the backs of his tender, spread thighs. Tad hissed, fresh heat igniting from the contact, snaking from his hamstrings right into his crotch. And shit, into his asshole, too. His sharp intake swiftly turned to a groan. "Shit, my skin is so fucking sensitive."

Scott's hands began a gentle rub, clearly knowing what it did to Tad's body. Then he moved to knead Tad's ass. "You should see how red you are," he purred. "It's definitely your color." Tad grunted breathlessly, Scott gave another chuckle. "I'm gonna bet something else of yours is feeling just as sensitive." His right hand slid down between Tad's thighs to reach up and grab his cock. Tad jerked as Scott pulled it down into view. "Damn, Tad," he murmured. "You've got a nice package."



       
         
       
        

Ugh. More pathetic blushing-from Scott's comment as much as his grip. But at this point, what was the point in telling him to let go? Their new arrangement clearly warranted plenty of touching. So, he sucked in a breath …  and held it, eyes sliding shut as Scott stroked him off. But then the dude's other hand joined the fun; hot, calloused fingers curling around his sac.

"Hairless," Scott mused. "I love when guys shave."

His words had Tad's belly coiling hotter with need. He pressed his face into the padding, determined to simply ride atop these swelling waves of sensations. Slowly his hips began to rock, moving in time with that hand on his dick. Scott mmm'ed in approval, his thumb making circles along Tad's crown.

"Ah, fuck … " Tad rasped.

More approving sounds as Scott played with his nuts, lazily rolling and fingering each one. His pace on Tad's dick increased, the hand on his nuts moving up to tease Tad's taint. Up and down, his fingertips roamed, grazing along that sensitive stretch between Tad's asshole and his balls.

Tad squirmed. It all felt way too good. At this rate he was going to bust so fast, it'd be another source of mortification. Instinctively, his ass cheeks clenched. Too much stimulation.

Scott seemed to really like that. Hands abandoning their posts, he palmed Tad's raw butt and gave a squeeze. "You've got a frisky ass," he growled. "I like."

Tad winced at the pleasure-burn as his dick gave a twitch. Scott chuckled, returning Tad's compliment with a smack. "Fuck!" Tad howled, arching in pain.

"Oh, stop crying." The sound of freeing fabric wisped past Tad's ears. "Now, to get you set up."

Tad tensed. Wasn't he already fucking set up? A black scarf slipped in front of his eyes. Tad cursed. It just kept getting better.

"To help you focus on the pleasure I give you."

"Uh huh. Thanks for stating the obvious."

Another sharp, stinging palm to his ass. "Shy and sarcastic?"

"Fuck off."

An amused rumble. "Oh, I'll be doing that soon enough. But, yeah …  not to myself."

Tad bit back a snarl …  as well as his tongue. Just the thought of Scott working him like that made him shiver from head to toe.

Abruptly, strong fingers were back on his balls, but this time to fasten a band at their base. Tad winced with a hiss as Scott cinched the thing tight.

"So you don't come too early, since you definitely would."

Another round of motherfucking blushing. Shouldn't Tad be accustomed to this shit by now?

"Alright, I think you're good to go." 

"Great."

"Hell, yeah," Scott laughed.

The sound of a bottle cap quietly unscrewing whispered past Tad's ears. A second later, Scott's wet finger slid across his lips. "Taste."

Tad licked off the sweetness. "Dare I ask what that is?"

"Just corn syrup. But when thinned down real good, it makes an awesome condiment."

Air lodged in Tad's lungs. "C-condiment?"