Moaning, he brought their mouths back together again, pushing into the touches as they kissed. Chip grunted softly, tongue-fucking his lips. Opening wide, he enjoyed the kisses while he tried to get his fucking slacks and underwear down past his hard prick. His cock needed pressure, contact. Touch.
"Please." He was all caught up.
"Sure, beautiful" One hand slid over his trapped prick, then pushed against it, giving him pressure.
Eyes closing, he groaned, humping.
"Yeah... Just like that."
"Skin," Went begged. He didn't want to come in his skivvies.
"Uh-huh. Skin. Cocks. Mouths. Now."
"Fuck yes." He could get with that program.
They finally got his cock untangled from his boxers and they and his slacks were soon down around his ankles, his prick eagerly pushing toward Chip. Chip grabbed him, fist tight as his cockhead appeared and disappeared in the grip. He swallowed hard, his balls drawing up against his body. Oh God.
He managed to bark out a warning. "Gonna. Soon."
"Round one. Two is better."
Okay, yeah, he could go with that. Hell, he wasn't going to have much choice. Holding onto Chip, he felt things build quickly enough to steal his breath. Chip dragged one thumb over the tip of his cock, pressing it hard, giving him the tiniest sting.
"Fuck!" Shouting out, he jerked hard into Chip's hand, come shooting out of him.
"Mmm. Very nice." The words were pleased, warm, teasing, but without a hint of meanness.
"Been a while," he admitted, doing everything he could to keep his knees locked. Coming like that made him feel a little like a teenager, collapsing from post-orgasmic jelly legs would just be embarrassing.
"Uh-huh. Bed? I want to explore."
Chip's straightforward questions made him feel fucking old. Chip had to be what? Eighteen? Nineteen?
Still, Chip had given him his first non-self-induced orgasm in years. He wasn't going to deny the kid action that he was sure he was going to enjoy as much as Chip did, if not more.
Nodding, he cleared his throat. "Yeah. Yeah, ditto."
"Cool. In the back. Windows. Light."
Maybe he wasn't the only one who was a little incoherent.
He went to take a step and nearly killed himself. He'd forgotten his pants and underwear were in a heap around his ankles. Chip grabbed him, solid as a rock for all he was smaller.
"Thanks, that was a close one." His cheeks were hot as he toed off his damn shoes and stepped out of his clothes.
"You just shot, dude. It's a thing." Chip stripped off, too, letting him look at ink and piercings and tan and muscles.
Damn, he was going to be the one exploring.
He nodded his head toward the back of the house and managed to get out a few words. "Bed. Now. Touch."
"Fuck yeah." That tiny hiney started wiggling, tempting him toward the back.
Following eagerly, he wound up rubbing the tip of his cock on Chip's ass. Damn. How had he attracted this hot young stud's attention?
Chip's back bowed, nudging him harder. Groaning, he grabbed Chip's hips, but pushed Chip forward, toward the bed. The bed was huge, unmade, and had a view of the mountains. Damn.
"Stunning," he managed before turning his attention back to the equally stunning Chip.
"Yeah." Chip was on hands and knees, a dragon tattooed on his back, jaws open on his lower back, claws seeming to hold his ass open.
"Oh, Jesus." He climbed onto the bed, hands immediately moving to touch that dragon. "This is... Wow."
"Yeah. He's making an offer, huh?"
The skin looked like it ought to feel different.
"He sure as fuck is." He touched Chip's hole groaning at the heat. "You got stuff?" He didn't even carry a condom in his wallet anymore.
"Lube. Rubbers. Lube that heats up. Toys. I got stuff."
Went swallowed and tried not to whimper like some untried kid. "Need the first two." Because he was taking that dragon up on its offer of Chip's ass.
Chip stretched and opened up a door in the huge headboard. The thing was like a treasure trove of porn.
"That's almost as impressive as you are."
"Nowhere near." The kid wasn't shy.
Laughing, he leaned past Chip to grab the first lube he saw and a bright pink condom from a pile of rainbow colored packages. "Pink?" he teased.
"My asshole doesn't mind. It's totally secure in its manhood."
That had him laughing again. Shit, he'd forgotten how laughing made sex that much better.
"Good for your asshole," he teased, slicking up his fingers with what appeared to be raspberry flavored lube.
"I hope so, man. I truly do."
"Yeah, me too." He'd hate to be found wanting.
He pressed a single finger against the asshole in question. He took his time, circling the tiny wrinkled ring, slicking it and wetting it. When he finally sank his finger in, he moaned, the tight heat amazing. The dragon seemed to come alive, moving with Chip's body. Mesmerizing. Sexy as hell.
He fucked Chip with just the one finger, watching the man move. It was easy to tell that Chip wasn't lying when he said he loved sex.
Pushing in another finger, he slowly opened Chip up. He couldn't wait to bury himself inside there.
"You going to get it up for me again, beautiful? Gonna fuck me hard?"
"Already up for you again." He'd have to be dead not to be.
"Love to hear that." Chip spread wider, balls swinging.
Went made it three fingers, spreading them wide to stretch Chip.
"Oh..." The word was accompanied by an arch, Chip's body curling up.
"God, you're sexy." Like honestly, truly.
"More, beautiful. Now."
"Okay. Let me put the condom on." He tugged his fingers away and tore open the package. Wow. That was really pink. Really. He stuck it over his prick, which turned it really pink, too. Oh God. He didn't think he could do this. "Um...can I have a different condom?"
Chip chuckled, then leaned in, ass rubbing his cock. Oh.
"Fuck..." Closing his eyes, he pushed forward, his prick sinking into Chip's body. The pink rubber would do just fine.
Opening his eyes, he kept his gaze on Chip's back, watching the dragon. The scales seemed to shift and move, almost shimmering. That wasn't possible. The longer he watched it, though, the more it seemed true.
He thrust harder, making Chip buck and rock. They found a sure, slow rhythm, one that made his eyes cross. His fingers curled around Chip's hips, holding on as much as he was tugging Chip back into his thrusts. Crazy. He didn't know this guy and he was buried in to the root and pounding hard.
He reached around blindly, hitting Chip's amazing abs before finding Chip's cock. He wrapped his hand around it. Short, thick--it fit in his hand like it was meant to be there. Moaning, he sped his thrusts, each one driving Chip's cock along his palm.
"Fuck, yeah. Yeah." Chip moaned, totally into it.
The sound of their skin slapping together was obscene. And so fucking right. He kept touching Chip's ink, fingers wanting the skin to feel different.
Chip's enthusiastic participation was intoxicating. "More, beautiful. Harder."
Went could do that and he did, moaning as he slammed into Chip. His hips slapped Chip's ass.
"It's gonna feel amazing when you come on my cock."
Chip moaned and the grip on his cock was fierce. Someone liked being talked to.
He could do that if it got him more of that. "Tight little ass. Feels so good."
Chip's grip got tighter.
"Gonna pound you all night."
"God, yes. Yes." Chip nodded enthusiastically.
Probably not actually all night--the way Chip's ass worked his cock was going to have him coming sooner than later. Went rubbed Chip's back, fingers digging in, massaging hard. Reaching around, he found one of Chip's nipples and rubbed his finger back and forth across it.
"Yeah. Pinch it, man. Make me feel it."
Went took the little bit of flesh between his fingers, tugged and twisted.
"Yeah. Yeah." He didn't need Chip to tell him, he could feel it in the way Chip's ass worked his cock with renewed vigor.
It made Went do it again, wanting more of that delicious tightness. He tugged hard, twisting that little nip. Groaning at Chip's reaction, he slowed his thrusts and alternated between nipples.
Chip began panting hard. "W...Went. Oh. Oh, you're something special."
Fuck, that made him feel good. "You, too."
Chip was probably more special than him even.
"Cool. Cool. More." Chip was insatiable. It was kind of hot. Shit, kind of? It was incredibly hot.
Went used his nail this time, as he pinched that sweet little nipple. Chip jerked, slammed back against his cock.
"Yes!" Fuck. So good. He gave Chip's other nipple the same treatment.
"Gonna! Gonna, dude."
His response was to start slamming in hard again. "Yes. Yeah. Come on my cock."
"Yeah..." Chip blushed dark, back bowing as he shuddered.
He gave Chip's right nipple one last sharp pinch. The smell of spunk that followed was heady. And Chip's body bearing down around his cock found him shouting, jerking and filling the condom. Christ. Christ, that was fine.
He collapsed onto Chip's dragon, his cock still buried inside the tight heat.
"Man. Tell me we can do it again," Chip begged.
"Yes, please. It was... Fuck." All the words Went could come up with seemed inadequate.
"Uh-huh. Totally. Better than macaroni."
Laughing, he tugged out of Chip's tight ass and pulled off the condom, tying it off. "Uh...garbage?"
"Side of the bed."
"Thanks." He tossed the condom and collapsed beside Chip, feeling entirely boneless.
Chip turned to one side. "Dude, that was fun."
"Yeah. It rocked." Would Chip think he was a pussy if he wanted to just lie together for a while?
"Totally." Chip's hand slid up along his side, the motion lazy, easy.
Smiling, he turned to face Chip, reaching for the pretty little nips that were still red from his pinches.
"Oh..." Chip stretched for him. "Man, they love attention."
"I didn't realize they could be such a button." His ex had hated having them touched.
"I'm a horndog, man. Turns my ass on." So open about what he wanted, what he needed.
"Would it be rude if I asked how old you are?" Went asked. Chip seemed really settled, far more aware of himself than the nineteen-year old he appeared.
"I'll be thirty-two in December. You?"
"No fucking way." He'd thought for sure he was some middle-aged perv.
"Yep. Swear to God."
"You look fucking amazing." He shook his head, still not entire sure he believed Chip. "I'm thirty-eight."
"Yeah? You're in amazing shape, man, and you know what to do with your hands." Chip kept exploring him, fingers sure, strong, but not pushing too hard.
Moving into the touches, Went tried to return them. "It's been a while," he admitted. Quite a while.
"Tell me if I'm not doing it like you need. I just like touching."
Went didn't think there could be a wrong way for Chip to touch him. "I like touching, too. I just haven't had the time lately."
"Yeah?" Chip leaned forward and licked his jaw. "Let's play twenty questions."
He put his head back, offering his throat. "Twenty questions?" Weird--that was a kids' game wasn't it? "Okay..."
"Mmm. Where are you from?" Chip's tongue dragged over his throat.
"L.A." His answer came out a little husky. "You?"
"I was in Santa Barbara for a long time. I retired up here and love it."
"Retired?" What the heck? Maybe not nineteen like he'd thought, Chip was still younger than him. Way too young to be retired.
"Yeah. I sold a dot com to Microsoft after I had my heart attack. It was totally time."
A heart attack. Now that sounded familiar. "Well, your time here has done you wonders. No one would ever guess you had a heart attack."
"I'm happy, man. Totally. Happy and healthy and totally unwise."
"I don't know about the unwise part. Isn't happy and healthy what you want to be wise about? There a proverb, right?"
Chip chuckled softly. "Mmmhmm. What business are you in?"
"I own Dawson Dynamics. We're a high tech company." He could feel his shoulders tensing at just the mention of work. Damn.
"Shh...shh, beautiful. We can let that go, huh?" Strong fingers wrapped around his shoulders.
"That's what this vacation is supposed to be about." Relaxing and making sure his own health scare was just that, a scare.
"That's it. You can be uptight later. Promise."
Chuckling, Went pressed against Chip. "I haven't been good at relaxing for a while now." It was why he'd had a small heart attack of his own.
"I'll help." Chip pressed close, fingers digging into his ass, massaging.
Groaning, he pushed into the touches. This was the best vacation ever. Ever.
Chip got hungry and left Went napping as he started bacon baking. Then he started coffee and opened the back door, letting the air in, even if it was cool.
Went came in a short while later, half dressed, short hair mussed, blinking. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."
"No worries. You're vacationing. You eat bacon?"
"Sure." Went frowned. "I have a list somewhere of foods I'm supposed to avoid now. I think my assistant has it. I'm on vacation, though, right?"
"Uh-huh. This is good bacon. No nitrates. All natural."
"Cool. It smells good." The disheveled look was good on Went.
"You want coffee?" It was half-caf, but the rich stuff.
"God, yes, please." Grinning, Went moved to the door, looking out at the mountains. "Amazing view."
"It's magic, huh? Love it here." He'd been reborn here.
"Yeah, I can see why." Went continued to stand at the door, just staring. Chip knew the mountains' magic gave a man peace.
He cooked some eggs, put toast in the toaster, whistling happily. It was a good place, home.
"I should check my emails." Went didn't though, he didn't make a single move toward his laptop.
"They'll be there after supper, beautiful. I promise." Chip remembered that life. He hated it.