In The Dark
In the Dark was published in the “Ultimate Gay Erotica 2007″ anthology by Alyson Books
“Shut up,” I growled, pulling away just to give him the order. Andy had only just bought this weekend shack in the Catskills; he’d never lived anywhere else but New York. He shut up as I pushed him back down on the couch. His hands were missing - not where they usually were in foreplay. Not on my back or on my ass and in the dark I couldn’t see them. Reaching up as I kissed him, harder and harder - rhythmic and demanding - I found the arrogant fucker had both hands under his head, like he was sunbathing on the beach. Soaking up the adulation. So like him.
My cock was hard, uncomfortable against his thigh, but I stopped, trying to imagine what he was doing, what he was thinking. My fingers sought his mouth, trying to find if he was smiling. I couldn’t tell.
“What are you doing?” he asked. His voice was deep and quiet. It reminded me of the first time we’d met, in a library. We had talked in soft dark voices so we didn’t disturb the others. He’d handed me a book and our hands touched. After that we hadn’t got out of bed for a week, it seemed, and I had watched his face every time he came. Now, on a scratchy couch I wished it had been cold enough for a fire. I longed to see him, watch his eyes close as I kissed him, watch his mouth twist as I made him come.
I didn’t answer his question; my fingers moved inexpertly over his face. I started with his chin, a touch of stubble. I smiled as I remembered him saying it was what woodsmen had, same as the four brand new plaid shirts he’d bought from Urban. As my touch moved over his lips again they opened, and I slid two fingers into his mouth, warm, wet and familiar, but my cock knew it better than my hand. I kissed him, joining my tongue with my fingers. When I pulled out again his hands had moved to my back and he whispered this time, repeating his enquiry, “what are you doing?”
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