Dustin almost corrected him on the rank out of force of habit, choking on the words. He coughed to clear his throat. “You are.”
“That’s right.” Wes shrugged out of his T-shirt, revealing a pale chest. Whereas Dustin was fuzzy, Wes was almost smooth, sculpted pecs and shoulders standing out like works of art, a little hair in the center of his chest, then more around his belly button heading south. He was thinner than Dustin, but wiry, all muscle as evidenced by his tight biceps and outlined ab muscles.
He’d seen Wes’s chest before on camera, but the camera was fuzzy, missing key details like how Wes’s nipples were the exact color of Dustin’s favorite butterscotch toffee and how his collarbones looked made for biting. And the camera had never captured the force of Wes’s stare, the way he seemed to see past Dustin’s soul to his most secret of desires.
“Think you could get your cock out for me?” Wes’s voice was as seductive as a kiss, and his eyes never left Dustin.
Using his left hand, Dustin got an awkward grip on his cock, drew it out, waited for the next command.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Wes praised. “Pinch a nipple for me, nice and hard, and I might let you touch your cock.”
“Oh fuck.” Dustin absolutely loved when Wes played like this, and being able to look at his intense face while he made such dirty commands was the best head trip ever. Following orders, he used his left hand to pinch his right nipple, hard enough to make himself gasp.
“Twist it. More.” Wes leaned forward, arms resting on his knees.
“Hurts,” Dustin panted. He’d had worse pain, of course, but somehow deliberate pain like this was a far different beast than the ordinary wear and tear he took over the course of training or a mission.
“That’s right. Doing good.” Wes’s blue eyes were almost black now. “You’ve earned a stroke, but slowly.”
“Yes. Thank you.” Dustin’s eyes squished shut as his hand connected with his throbbing cock.
“No, look at me,” Wes commanded, and Dustin’s eyes snapped back open.
He stroked himself with a firm grip, but slowly like Wes wanted. He had to squeeze hard on the base because he was that close to the edge. “Oh God.” His voice broke.
“Yeah? Tell me what you want.” Wes was breathing hard, the only sign that he wasn’t immune to Dustin’s show.
“I’m close.” Dustin’s whole body trembled as he repeated the slow stroke upward on his cock.
“No, you’re not.” Wes’s voice was stern, his eyes like granite chunks. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
Usually this was where Dustin would start begging to come, admitting to progressively kinkier fantasies, but instead the truth tumbled out. “Touch me. Oh, God, touch me please.”
Chapter Four
Wes’s next breath clattered around his lungs like a pinball. Touch me. He’d been determined to keep this to their usual dynamic, keep himself in control, set the terms and pace of this encounter. Touching Dustin was crossing a line, for both of them.
But God, he wanted to. Dustin’s face was flushed a dusky shade of pink, a color echoed on the nipple he’d abused for Wes, which poked out of whorls of springy chest hair. His aircraft-carrier pecs were covered in it, leading to bare abs before the fuzziness started back up again at his navel. His massive biceps strained, especially the arm he’d trapped beneath himself. Fuck, but he submitted beautifully.
“Please,” Dustin begged. His left hand hadn’t moved from his dick, but he wasn’t stroking anymore, simply squeezing. Man, that was hot, knowing that Wes had him that worked up, just from his words.
“Yeah? That what you want?” Wes didn’t make a move to get off the bed. Yet. “Sure you don’t want to get off quick? I come over there, I’m making you work for it.”
“Yes. That.” Dustin’s eyes were glassy. “Love it when you make me work for it.”
Wes stared him down, considering. He was more than a little tempted to go to his knees, give Dustin his begging-and-sucking fantasy, but he couldn’t give orders as well if his mouth was occupied, and it was the orders that got Dustin really turned on. And him.
Slowly, he stood, giving Dustin ample time to change his mind, then crossed to the other bed.
“Yessss.” Dustin hissed with pleasure, like Wes was already touching him, as soon as Wes sat next to him. Well, that answered any question as to whether Dustin was about to flip out, and Wes couldn’t help but smile.
Stay in control, he reminded himself. To that end, he knelt behind Dustin, making it harder for Dustin to touch him back and making it so that Dustin wouldn’t be able to predict where his fingers were headed.
“See, you’re thinking I’m going to be nice.” Wes rubbed Dustin’s broad shoulders. Kneading concrete would be easier, but he tried, using his thumbs to dig into the tight muscles.