Which Owen did, still stroking Chad, he leaned down and took a stiff peak in his mouth, biting down on the sensitive skin, flicking the ring with swirls of his tongue. Chad cried out from below him. Owen scraped his teeth across Chad’s chest as he paid attention to the other nipple.
Chad was tugging at Owen’s shirt now, which wasn’t going well since it was a button-down. With reluctance, Owen pulled back, sitting up on top of Chad, so he could get at the buttons on the shirt. Chad stroked his thighs, pressing his thumbs into his groin, as Owen fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Halfway down, he gave up with a growl and tugged it over his head.
“Yeah,” Chad whispered, almost to himself, as his hands reverently stroked Owen’s waist and stomach. Owen fell forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of Chad’s head. They locked eyes, and for a few seconds, neither moved. Something passed in those hazel eyes, but it was gone as quick as it came, and then the corners crinkled, so Owen knew Chad was smirking. Chad smacked his ass and said, “So now that you got me down here, what’re you gonna do?”
Owen lowered his head and sucked Chad’s bottom lip into his mouth, biting lightly. When he pulled off, he asked, “You in a rush?”
Chad squirmed, his cock brushing Owen’s. “Goddamn you.”
Owen reached down into Chad’s pants and squeezed his balls as he licked at Chad’s stubbled chin and jaw. “Maybe you’re the one who has to slow down, rather than me being the one to speed up, huh?”
Chad shoved his hands into the back of Owen’s jeans and grabbed his ass, tugging him closer. “You frustrate the hell out of me, you know that?”
Owen did know that, and the feeling was mutual. But this teasing had gone on long enough, because he was aching and his balls were tight and Chad’s mouth was right there, right there, promising more wicked things.
Owen stood up, his feet on either side of Chad’s knees. He hesitated a moment, because while he wasn’t self-conscious about his body, it’d still been a long time since he was completely naked in front of another person. With a deep breath, he tossed his glasses on the couch behind him and then dropped his pants, toeing off his shoes and socks, so he stood over Chad naked. He placed his hands on his hips and cocked his head. “You going to join the naked party?”
Chad barked out a laugh and in a minute had wriggled out of the rest of his clothes. He lay under Owen, so perfect and male and so incredibly fuckable. “You finally gonna do something now?”
Owen growled and descended on Chad like a starving man. He dropped to all fours and turned around, so his head was facing Chad’s feet and Owen’s knees were straddling Chad’s face. “Holy shit,” Chad muttered, and Owen smiled. With that gorgeous curved dick and tight balls right in front of him, Owen took Chad into his mouth.
Chad wasn’t fooling around, either. Owen felt two hands on his ass, and then a warm tongue lapped at his balls. He wanted to move his hips, grind down, but he stayed focused on the dick in his mouth. He rolled Chad’s balls in his hand and moaned when Chad shifted below him, his legs moving restlessly, as Owen did everything he could to blow Chad’s mind.
Chad must have had the same idea, because Owen’s dick was in his mouth now. He was bobbing and sucking, and how was Owen so close already? Because he was. He pulled off Chad’s dick and stroked it as he prepared for what was coming. His balls drew up and all it took was a moan from Chad, which vibrated Owen’s shaft, and then he was coming, slapping the carpet by Chad’s knee as he arched his back and cried out while pulsing into Chad’s mouth.
His arms were shaking, and his legs were wobbly, but he immediately lowered his head to finish Chad off. It was seconds later when Chad gripped Owen’s thighs and came. Owen continued to suck through Chad’s orgasm, swallowing everything Chad gave him. How could he have possibly forgotten how much he loved to give head?
When Chad made a whimpering sound and his cock softened, Owen dropped to a hip beside Chad and then rolled onto his back, knees bent, feet planted on the carpet, as he caught his breath.
Chad was doing the same beside him, as they lay on their backs in opposite directions, facing the ceiling.
Owen closed his eyes as the orgasm high began to fade. That had been amazing, so damn good, but now came the awkward part. When they had to…talk. When they had nothing in common and didn’t even like each other.
Owen should get up and get dressed and get the hell out, but he needed time to get his head in place before he faced Chad’s snark.
And a distant part of him hoped this didn’t get too awkward. Because he couldn’t deny he wanted to do this again. Why couldn’t they? They were grown men. They could hook up without needing to actually like each other. Because they clearly got along well in the sex department.