Not that he had that many. He was just an ordinary guy whose life mostly consisted of a great job and caring for his mother in a ridiculously expensive home.
Shane chuckled, breaking into his thoughts. “I’ve developed a strange fetish over your glasses.”
Quinn lifted his eyebrows. “My glasses?”
“Yeah.” He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over Quinn’s lips. “They complement your face perfectly, and I like the way they match your hair. But you know what?” He sat up, plucked them off, and gently placed them on the table. Then he grabbed two fistfuls of Quinn’s shirt and pulled him down on top of him on the couch. “You’re just as gorgeous without them. Your eyes are so blue.”
But Shane was the gorgeous one. With his long, lean and tight body and his dark hair. A hint of scruff had grown on his cheeks and chin, and it looked so good on him. Quinn could never grow any facial hair. He buffed his cheek on Shane’s chin, loving the hint of burn.
They had to shuffle around to fit and finally, Shane opened his legs so Quinn could lie between them. He held his breath as every nerve in his body jumped into a higher state of excitement. “You feel good. Shit, Shane.” He rubbed his rapidly filling dick against the man underneath him, feeling the softness of his balls behind the jeans.
“Yeah,” Shane breathed. “Move on me.” He gripped both globes of Quinn’s ass and squeezed, grinding up into him. One of his hands slid up Quinn’s back to his neck. “Kiss me.”
Quinn didn’t hesitate to slash his lips across Shane’s. Again, he marveled over the way they fit together like perfect puzzle pieces. No matter how he moved his head, Shane followed in sync. Long, drugging kisses followed, one after another, and the whole time Quinn rocked his hips, loving the hard grip of Shane’s long fingers on his ass. He wedged his hand down until he could run it down the side of Shane’s chest, feeling tight muscles and a hint of ribs. Shane’s tongue twined with his and he sucked on it, then remembered what he’d wanted in his mouth earlier.
He pulled back from Shane, loving how the man followed him up, not ready to let go of his lips. He could guess what he looked like, lips swollen, eyes glazed, but however he looked, Shane seemed to like it, because his breath caught as he stared. It stopped Quinn a moment as he looked back, something low in his body growing warm.
It flustered him enough to get him moving again. As much as he didn’t want to remove his dick from the cradle of warmth holding it now, he wanted his mouth on Shane. Quinn kissed his chin, his neck, showing it the same attention his had received earlier. He nuzzled under his jaw and smiled at the way Shane writhed against him. Seemed he’d found a sensitive spot. He opened his mouth and sucked lightly, and Shane let out a low groan.
Feeling bold, Quinn backed down the sofa. It wasn’t very big and he realized what he wanted to do wouldn’t work like this. He pushed off reluctantly and knelt on the deck beside the couch. Shane watched him through slitted eyes, his breaths coming in harsh pants that increased as he realized what Quinn was about to do.
He unbuttoned Shane’s jeans, sliding his fingers in behind the next button, groaning at the cotton covered hard cock against his knuckles. He slowly opened his pants, making sure to rub his fingers over Shane’s dick as much as possible.
When he finally pulled the jeans and underwear down, Shane’s hiss sent even more excitement buzzing through him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He took one long look at the beautiful, hard cock in front of him and swallowed it down, his tongue sliding over veins and silky-soft skin. Shane cried out and lifted his hips off the cushions, his hands slipping onto the back of Quinn’s head.
“Fuck, yeah. Oh, that’s good. Fuck!”
Quinn loved the way his fingers tightened, loved the way Shane thrust up into his throat.
Quinn groaned, loving the hot glide of Shane’s cock on his tongue, the sharp tang of pre-come teasing his taste buds, another Shane flavor he could grow addicted to fast. He reached between Shane’s legs and groaned again when his fingers met the hair-covered silky skin of his balls. He cupped them, learning their shape and weight before pressing his finger on that strip of sensitive skin underneath.
Seemed he’d found another of Shane’s hot spots, because he released a sharp gasp and a shout.
Oh, yeah. Quinn moved up and down Shane’s dick with his tongue. He rubbed that spot with his fingers and changed his tempo—firm pressure going down, tight suction coming up. The sound of Shane’s breaths over his head got faster, more ragged.