Beyond The Music (The Rock Gods Book 7) (21 page)

“Are you fucking serious?” Lincoln complained but the light expression on his face made it obvious he wasn’t all that upset by Aaron’s request.

“Why not?” Aaron answered. “While you were busy having your tea party with Dagger I already did two reps down here on the equipment.”

Lincoln rolled his eyes. “I guess that explains all the sweat rolling off of you.”

Aaron hopped up off the bench and pulled Lincoln in for a hug. In a flash, Aaron had Lincoln flush to his damp body. “Jesus, that’s fucking gross!” Lincoln protested.

“You love it and you know it,” Aaron replied and pulled Lincoln’s head down to press his face into the sweat-slick bend of his neck.

It seemed Aaron already knew Lincoln too well. Lincoln tightly wrapped his arms around Aaron’s back as if he might try to escape and nuzzled his face closer into the sweaty valley Aaron had offered up to him. After one teasing swipe of his tongue across Aaron’s skin, Lincoln dragged the flat plane up the length of Aaron’s neck to his ear. The action earned Lincoln a low growl of satisfaction from Aaron and he swayed in Lincoln’s embrace.

Lincoln continued to draw his tongue through the whiskers on Aaron’s jaw and then up to his mouth. Aaron was ready when Lincoln reached his target and opened when Lincoln slid his tongue between Aaron’s lips and into his throat. Aaron’s cock flexed inside his gym shorts as he rocked again in Lincoln’s arms. Their tongues tangled for several long minutes and Lincoln could feel the subtle simmer of arousal beginning to harden his dick.

Lincoln was panting when they finally pulled out of the kiss. He pressed his forehead to Aaron’s and moaned. “I want to taste you so fucking bad right now,” Lincoln’s voice was ragged and raw. “I want to taste the salt on your cock all over my tongue.” The small noises coming from Aaron sounded like whimpers, like he was desperate for Lincoln to do exactly what he was describing. Lincoln pushed one hand between them and palmed Aaron’s erection.

“Let me suck you.” Lincoln tipped his head enough to meet Aaron’s lust filled gaze. Lincoln watched Aaron open his mouth to speak, but his words died on his tongue when Lincoln’s fingers disappeared beneath the waistband of Aaron’s sweaty gym shorts. All Aaron managed after Lincoln’s fingers curled around his thick shaft was a squeak.

That was good enough of a green light for Lincoln. He dropped to his knees in front of Aaron and rubbed his stubbled jaw against Aaron’s firm stomach. The soft hair teased his face and lips and Lincoln couldn’t get enough. His tongue circled the indent of Aaron’s bellybutton before dipping inside. Aaron’s long fingers sifted through the hair on Lincoln’s head and gently caressed his scalp. Lincoln inched lower, pressed his face to Aaron’s groin and inhaled.

“Fuckkkkk, your scent is a huge turn-on,” Lincoln exhaled into the fabric of Aaron’s shorts.

“I’m sweaty.” Aaron’s voice was breathy.

“All man.” Lincoln’s fingers curled over the waistband of Aaron’s shorts and eased them down over Aaron’s hips. When Aaron’s cock cleared the top of his shorts, it slapped against his stomach. Lincoln’s eyes lifted to watch Aaron’s chest heave with exertion and when his eyes lifted higher, he saw the uncertainty shimmering in his eyes.

“I wanna make you feel good,” Lincoln whispered, then while holding eye contact, Lincoln stole his first taste of Aaron’s long length.

“Oh, my fucking god,” Aaron hissed as Lincoln’s tongue traced the thick veins that criss-crossed over his cock. Lincoln’s tongue swirled over the broad head right before he took Aaron’s full length to the back of his throat. The move almost had Aaron’s knees buckling. “Soooo good, so damn good.”

Lincoln’s mouth moved lower. His tongue laved at Aaron’s heavy ballsack and both of them moaned. “You taste so fucking good.” Again, Aaron’s cock disappeared into Lincoln’s throat. The hand that gripped the back of Lincoln’s head, held him tighter. The motion sank the last inch of Aaron’s cock deeper into his mouth. Lincoln swallowed around the head and Aaron tangled his fingers in Lincoln’s hair.

“Oh, shitttt . . . stop, please,” Aaron pleaded.

Lincoln released Aaron’s dick from the warmth of his mouth. “Are you serious?” Lincoln wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

Aaron tugged up his shorts to cover his weeping cock and nodded. “Yeah, I want us to come together.”

Lincoln’s head slumped forward as he growled in frustration. He ran his palms down his thighs, then stood up. Without saying a word, he began removing his clothing as he walked across the room and into the adjoining bathroom. By the time he reached the shower stall, Lincoln was naked. He jerked on the faucet to start the water before he stepped inside.

“He wants to fucking wait,” Lincoln muttered under his breath. He pulled the bottle of body wash from the shelf on the wall, squirted a generous glob in his palm and grabbed his cock. Back and forth his fist worked the slowly hardening shaft. “I’ll fucking jerk my dick until there’s no goddamned skin left on it,” he continued to grumble. “He’ll see how fucked-up his lousy idea of waiting is.”

Lincoln’s cock grew in his hand. He tightened his fist and worked it faster over his cock. His balls started to ache in a familiar way and he allowed another sliver of hope to take root in his brain. A cool rush of air rolled over his backside. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed a beautifully naked Aaron had stepped into the shower behind him.

Lincoln’s hand stilled. “What are you doing in here?” he asked Aaron.

Aaron’s fingers slid over Lincoln’s slippery shoulders and down the length of his arms. When Aaron’s hand reached the hand Lincoln had on his dick, Aaron eased his fingers beneath the grip Lincoln had around his shaft. Aaron pressed his lips to Lincoln’s wet neck behind his ear. His body shifted closer to enable his chest to mold against Lincoln’s back and his erection rubbed against Lincoln’s ass.

“Jesus, you’re so hard,” Aaron said beside Lincoln’s ear. His fist grew stronger as he stroked Lincoln’s cock.

Lincoln leaned back into Aaron resting his head on Aaron’s shoulder. “Feels amazing,” he whispered.

Aaron continued to work on Lincoln and leaving gentle nips and kisses to his neck. His strokes built in intensity and Lincoln moaned loudly. “Good?” Aaron asked against the shell of Lincoln’s ear.

“Incredible,” Lincoln panted. “Don’t stop.”

Aaron’s hips rocked over and over against Lincoln’s ass and kept time with the fist he had wrapped around Lincoln’s erection. Feeling the slippery friction of Aaron’s rock hard cock slide over his butt was doing wonderful things to Lincoln. His mind was spinning out of control with the want he had for Aaron and wondering if this would end with another deflated cock. He didn’t think he could handle the humiliation of that happening again.

“Relax for me,” Aaron breathed beside Lincoln’s ear. Aaron nibbled around the shell and down to the lobe. Using his teeth, he gave a subtle tug to the tiny hoop earrings that were piercing the flesh.

“Oh, god,” Lincoln gasped when Aaron added a twisting motion to the hand he had on Lincoln’s cock.

“Think you could come?” Aaron asked as his tongue dipped into Lincoln’s ear.

Lincoln nodded, “Yeah, maybe. I’m not sure.”

“Turn around and face me,” Aaron directed.

Lincoln spun beneath the water spray and Aaron grabbed the sides of his face. His fingers pushed the wet hair out of Lincoln’s eyes, then he took Lincoln’s mouth in a kiss that left Lincoln speechless.

Aaron leaned back and met Lincoln’s desperate gaze. “Watch me,” Aaron whispered, and then he wrapped one hand around both of their cocks and started stroking.

Lincoln swallowed hard and looked down between their bodies. The sensation of Aaron’s hot, straining cock rubbing against Lincoln’s was euphoric. He swayed on his feet and Aaron eased him back to the tiled wall for support.

“Fuckkkk, this is . . .” Lincoln sighed.

Aaron folded his forearm to the wall. The tension of his fist increased on their pricks and Aaron inched his mouth closer to take Lincoln’s in a fierce kiss. When they parted, Aaron set his forehead to Lincoln’s. “I’m close,” Aaron panted.

“Shoot,” Lincoln hissed.

“At the same time,” Aaron said softly.

“I’m not sure I can,” Lincoln added.

“Our cocks feel so fucking good together.” Aaron’s voice hitched. “Concentrate on my shaft rubbing against yours. Can you feel that . . . the way we slide together?”

“Fuckkkk, yes,” Lincoln answered. “Oh, god!”

“Perfect fit, Linc,” Aaron said.

Lincoln pressed the back of his shoulders into the tiled wall and tipped his hips forward. He started thrusting his cock into Aaron’s tight fist. His balls drew up close to his body and began to ache.
Jesus fucking Christ, this is really happening!
Lincoln lifted his gaze up to Aaron. He almost felt panicked; to be this close to orgasm and the heavy weight of fear he might lose this rolled over him.

Aaron’s other hand gripped the side of Lincoln’s neck. “Focus on my hand pumping your fat cock,” Aaron breathed out against Lincoln’s lips. “I want you to blow your load all over my stomach. Are you with me?”

“God, it’s right there, right . . . fucking . . . there,” Lincoln answered.

Aaron stood up straight. His hand tightened again and his strokes quickened. Up and down over their heated flesh, Aaron’s fist worked them closer. Lincoln could almost taste his release.

“Watch us shoot together,” Aaron directed. Lincoln’s eyes dropped to their groins again, pressed together, and Aaron’s fist as it jerked furiously on them. “Lincoln, blow with me. I want to feel the heat of your come mark my stomach. Do it!”

“Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” Lincoln cried out.

“Open your eyes, Linc, and watch us lose it together!”

Lincoln’s eyes widened. The tone of voice Aaron was using made Lincoln visibly shiver. No one had ever dared to command him in sexual situations like this, and Lincoln was suddenly very aware of how much it turned him on when Aaron topped him with such authority and power.

Lincoln studied the movement of Aaron’s hand. Three quick jerks and then one slow stroke that hit the heads of their dicks and Lincoln felt the fire in his balls coil to an unimaginable ache. Tingling turned into sparks that burst into flames as the orgasm raced up his length. A second later, a pulse of come drooled from his slit and spilled over Aaron’s fingers.

“Coming!” Lincoln announced. Lincoln glanced down again in time to see rope after rope of Aaron’s release rocket from his tip and splash all over both of their chests. Aaron leaned forward again and kissed Lincoln, slow, tender, and thorough, while he milked them both through the many aftershocks that ebbed through them. Lincoln’s legs began to shake and Aaron wrapped an arm around his waist.

“You okay?” Aaron asked, still trying to get his breathing under control.

“I think . . . I need to sit down,” Lincoln said the words just as his legs gave out.

Aaron caught Lincoln before he slipped to the floor of the shower. He reached to shut off the water and helped Lincoln out of the stall to dry him off. A moment later, Lincoln was being lain out on the couch just inside the home gym with a thick towel wrapped around him.

“Are you numb? Dizzy?” Aaron asked as his fingers worked over Lincoln’s legs to assess his medical issues.

Lincoln smiled lazily. “I’m fine. Never better,” he answered and stretched his arm to grab one of Aaron’s hands. A long moment passed and Aaron laced their fingers together. “I have no words,” Lincoln said and the sting of emotion began build in his eyes.

Aaron used his other hand to push the wet hair off Lincoln’s forehead. “There’s no need to say anything at all,” he said.

Lincoln couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off his face. “Thank you,” he finally said.

“For what?” Aaron questioned.

“For . . . taking care of me.” Lincoln shrugged at his statement like it was nothing, but what Aaron was doing for him went far deeper than the medical aspects. Aaron was slowly giving Lincoln back himself which was something Lincoln thought would never happen. Every day they were together Lincoln was feeling more and more like his old self and the orgasm had only added to that feeling. Lincoln couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this alive.

“You mean the orgasm?” Aaron asked with a wink. “Because that was my pleasure.”

“Fuck you.” Lincoln laughed and gave Aaron a firm shove on the shoulder.

“I look forward to that day,” Aaron replied.

The smile fell from Aaron’s face as he said the words and Lincoln knew how serious his statement had actually been. Lincoln looked forward to the day he could fuck Aaron senseless, too, and after today that goal seemed more obtainable than ever before.

“Think you can walk upstairs?” Aaron asked.

“I suppose so,” Lincoln answered. “What’s the hurry?”

“Still feeling warm and tingly?” Aaron teased.

“I still can’t believe it actually happened,” Lincoln stated. “Although, it wasn’t much of an explosion, but more of a dribble.

“First of many,” Aaron countered.

“I can only hope.”

“And force or quantity don’t matter,” Aaron added. “All that matters is that it felt good, and it did, right?”

Lincoln laughed as he nodded. “Fuck, yeah!”

Aaron patted Lincoln’s thigh. “Then we’re both winners today.”