"Sometimes I have a side holster, but most of the time I like to put it here," he said. Checking the safety, he turned his back to Josh. Lifting his shirt he exposed a strip of toned skin and the space left by slightly looser jeans. Carefully he placed the Glock in the space and the then let the tee fall back into place.
Josh couldn't help himself. Fire was trickling through his body and his dick was like iron. How could he not have known he had some kind of weird gun kink? He stood and took the few steps to stand behind Manny, who was looking back at him over his shoulder with a bemused expression on his face. Josh lifted the shirt to look at the gun, fascinated.
"Is it cold against your skin?" Josh asked softly. The hand holding the shirt pressed against bare skin and his other hand rested on the leather belt through the jean loops.
"No," Manny replied. "It takes the heat from me."
"Can I touch it?" Maybe Manny was expecting him to pull the gun out of its place, but Josh didn't wait for an answer and his fingers traced the shape of the gun, which seemed dark against Manny's tan body. Manny inhaled deeply as Josh continued his exploration of skin around to where it stretched tight over hip bones.
Josh didn't think he had ever felt so turned on, the eroticism of the moment made him want to close his eyes so he could ensure the image was imprinted in his brain.
"What are you doing?" Manny asked softly.
Josh looked over his shoulder and met Manny's lust-filled eyes. "What do you want me to do?" Josh asked just as softly.
Time slowed to a stop, a breathless moment where every possibility played out in Josh's mind. What was Manny going to answer? Josh pressed closer, the length of him hard and pressed against the gun and Manny's tight, denim-clad ass.
"A kiss," Manny asked as he exhaled.
"I can do that—" Josh leaned in that extra inch and pressed his lips to Manny's. The position may well have been awkward, but on a sighed groan Manny parted his lips and Josh took immediate advantage. Gently he turned Manny in his hold and then walked him back a few steps until the man was against the wall. Josh deepened the kiss.
His fist was still clenched in material that was bunched around Manny's back and his other hand was pushing up and under to search for warm skin beneath. Manny's hands twisted in Josh's hair and pulled him closer. Frustration spilled through Josh at the touch; he wanted to feel Manny's dick hard and needy against his but he was too tall. In a fluid move he widened his stance and finally they were pressed together, heat against heat.
Fire lit in his groin and the sensation of Manny there pressed into him was enough to make him want to push Manny onto the bed and just taste him all over. This kissing needed to move from standing to horizontal immediately. He began to maneuver Manny to the bed, strong sharp tugs without separating from the kiss. Manny pulled back and the kiss snapped apart abruptly.
"No stopping," Josh begged. He couldn't begin to stop the need in his voice; it didn't matter if that made him sound pathetic. Manny tasted like heaven and the idea of that slim muscled body under him, over him—fuck—laying bare to his touch, was too much.
"Wait… before…" Manny was trying to talk.
That wasn't right. Josh wanted touching, not talking.
"No talking—" Josh stopped the words with a heated attack of lips and tongue and Manny was giving back as good as he got. Until suddenly he wasn't. He was pushing Josh away, and, startled, Josh stumbled back. This was it. This was the moment Manny asked what the hell Josh was doing.
"Wait," Manny said firmly. "I need to say something."
Josh stopped as the words pierced the fuzziness in his head. Manny sounded hurt, or worried, or something that wasn't right to be placed here. "What? Are you okay?"
"If we do this," Manny began carefully, "you've got to know. I'm not a big guy but that doesn't mean I'm a girl."
Josh groaned and tried for another kiss. Fuck. Nothing about Manny made Josh feel like the man was a freaking girl. "I switch," Manny continued. "I'm strong. Don't treat me like I'm not. Okay?" Manny managed to get out between kisses. If it was possible, Josh was harder in seconds. He wanted Manny like nothing else, but the idea of this man taking him, of pushing him down and fucking him into next week? Perfect.
"I'm so good with that," Josh said simply. With a shove he managed finally to get Manny laid back on the bed. "Right now, I just want a taste." He scrambled onto the bed, straddling Manny who was undoing his belt and pushing down his jeans. Was the gun in the way? Did Manny need to move it?
"Stop thinking," Manny demanded, "and start tasting." He fisted a handful of Josh's hair and guided him down.
How could Josh refuse such a demanding touch?
The very end of Manny's dick was visible above dark boxer briefs and just to get a taste would be enough for now. Josh leaned over and touched the tip of his tongue to Manny, who instinctively arched up into the pressure. Josh didn't delay with pretty touches and gentle action. He pulled the material to one side and down, until the full length of Manny was available. In seconds he had the weight of this man on his tongue, in his mouth. Quickly and messily and very aware there were people in the next room, Josh used every trick in the book to reduce Manny to nothing more than sensation.
Josh needed this like he needed air. Connection and an orgasm by his own hand based on memories of this blow job
