Couldn't they just rub off on each other? He didn't realize how much he had tensed until Manny was pushing him
back on the bed. His touch was insistent and he was shaking his head.
"Relax, Josh. We're having fun here, right?"
"Fun. Uh-huh," Josh managed.
Manny chuckled. The bastard. Then he was kissing and deepening the kisses. Just kissing was good and after a few minutes Josh was lifting his hands and burying them in Manny's short, spiky hair, finally cradling his face and tilting his head. What this guy could do with lips and tongue should be illegal.
"See," Manny said as they separated to breathe, "fun."
"More kissing—" Josh started but his words were swallowed as they did just exactly that.
The kissing was accompanied by Manny's confident touch as he explored Josh and as they kissed and laughed and exchanged sighs Manny was mapping Josh's body from throat to navel. Arching up into the kiss Josh wanted Manny to go that extra inch and when Manny appeared to agree Josh nearly shot off the bed. Manny kissed a trail that followed where his hands had been. He took his time on Josh's nipples, worrying them with kisses and soft nips.
Josh wondered if he could possibly come just from touch there alone. Manny didn't stop and as much as Josh wanted to join in he was actually boneless as Manny's mouth moved lower and lower. He kissed around Josh's navel and his hands were firm on Josh's thighs, holding him still. Josh couldn't help the whimper that left him at the hold.
"Touch me," he demanded.
But Manny wasn't listening. He had his own agenda. He kissed around and beneath and behind and by this time Josh was an incoherent mess of pleading until finally he felt Manny take just the tip of him into his warm mouth. The pressure was just right and everything Josh had been hoping for. Desperately he tried to push up but Manny really had a strong grip, now on his hips; Josh was going nowhere. But he could spread his legs wider and offer himself up. Blindly he reached for the lube and his hand curled around the familiarly shaped jar.
"Manny… please…" Jeez. He wasn't sure what he was asking for. He wanted more of Manny sucking him, and fuck, when Manny released a hand and began to trace patterns on his dick as a counterpoint to the sucking, then close to his balls, behind them, fuck.
"Use…" Josh said helplessly. He wanted those fingers inside him. Stretching him, ready for Manny's dick to just get on with it. If Manny didn't hurry he was going to come here and now. He heard the jar open and then felt the cool slick against his taint, then farther back. Manny was drawing an infuriating path around him and all he wanted was fingers. Finally only when he was swearing at Manny to get in him did Manny actually press inside. One finger, two, it didn't matter, it burned and he pushed down to help them. The burn was good. A third maybe, a soft, slow exploration of the outside and inside of him and he was flying. So damn close that he'd scream if Manny didn't just shove inside him. Scrambling back and away from Manny was awkward with the guy's fingers in his ass but Manny seemed to get with the plan as Josh turned onto all fours and presented his ass.
"Now," he said brokenly. He wasn't embarrassed about begging. He wanted Manny there and he wanted to forget everything. The touch of even more cool lube and the sound of Manny wiping his hands and sheathing his dick was enough to have him reaching for his own dick.
Balanced on one hand, he nearly lost that steadiness when Manny began to push inside. Manny caught him, held him, praising him with gentle words and declarations of how fucking good this was.
Josh didn't need to be told that. The pain and burn pushed aside he saw stars when Manny's dick rubbed over his prostate. Jeez. He'd read the books but neither of his previous lovers had ever…
"Beautiful," Manny was saying, over and over.
Josh didn't feel beautiful, he felt hot and dirty and sexy and strong. Pushing back in rhythm with Manny and with his hand stripping the length of himself and then tightening at the base he was edging. And then Manny's pace changed. Harder and then broken in rhythm, he was close to coming. Josh could tell. He released his hold on the base of his dick for the last time and bowed his head as Manny faltered and then pushed deep, coming hard into him. A few more strokes and Manny's whispered, "Oh my God, fuck", was enough to push him over the edge. He teetered for a second, that delicious moment when every anticipation of what is going to happen floods your body, and then he was coming over the bed clothes and over his hand.
"Wait," Manny instructed breathlessly. Resting his forehead on the bed Josh did as he was told. Finally when Manny pulled out, Josh collapsed bonelessly to the quilt, making sure he avoided the wet spot.
Manny bustled around behind him, bringing in a towel and wiping him and the quilt. He shrugged when he realized the quilt was a goner. Instead Manny lifted his half and then tugged on where Josh was laying.
"Get your sweet ass in this bed," he said.
Josh managed to get under the quilt, and Manny spooned him from behind. The scent of Manny surrounded him and he was warm and sated. There was one thing he had to say. An important thing. Manny would like this.
"I knew you would be okay today, really," he said with a smile Manny couldn't see. "I knew you weren't going to die or anything."
"How did you know that?"
"You were wearing a cream shirt. Only the ones wearing red shirts die," Josh deadpanned.
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