CRUCIBLE OF REJECTION

Chapter 63

Hey baby Trekker said.

I watched your conference, the only thing I could think about is how hot you look in a suit, I wanted to be the one to undress you Christopher said.

Babe I'm still sick, no strainous activity, doctors order.

You look hot and I want you Christopher said.

Are you going to take responsibility when I get sick Trekker asked coyly.

I'll even marry you for breaking your ass virginity.come here Christopher said.Trekker sucked in a breath as Christopher undressed him slowly, kissing his body all over.Christopher threw Trekker on the bed and kissed him roughly. Christopher leaned back on his hands, watching the ripple of Trekker's muscles under his skin, the flush of excitement. He watched the way Trekker was flushed and panting, eyes wide and wild.

Christopher couldn't help but be reminded of a wild animal, caged and hungry. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, setting his nerves alight in anticipation.

You sure about this, Trek? Christopher asked, they were both new to this, his first time with a guy and Trekker bottoming for the first time, and he wanted to make sure they were both on the same page.

Trekker nodded fervently. Yes, he said, voice barely above a whisper.
I want this. I want you.

Christopher hesitated for a moment, the weight of the situation settling over him. This wasn't just about fulfilling his own desires, it was about Trekker too – making sure he was ready, that he was comfortable. Trekker nodded again, a determined smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You got it, babe Christopher said, grinning back at him. Just remember, you can stop any time you want, alright?

Trekker nodded,  Christopher could see the excitement in his eyes. He knew that Trekker wanted this, wanted him. And he wanted Trekker. Wanted to show him a world he'd never experienced before.

Christopher leaned down, brushing his lips against Trekker's. It was a soft, teasing kiss, a promise of what was to come.

Trekker's lips twitched beneath Christopher's, his mouth opened slightly as he caught his breath. Christopher kissed him harder, one hand slipping between them to cup Trekker's still-hardening dick.

Christopher chuckled, a deep, raspy sound that left Trekker shivering. You like that, don't you? he asked, his fingers curling around Trekker's length.

Trekker moaned, hips gyrating helplessly against Christopher's hand.

Yes, he breathed, voice raw and needy. Please..... Trekker didn't even know what he was begging for.

Christopher's eyes flared with desire, his own cock already straining against his zipper. He loved how eager Trekker was, how willingly he gave himself over to Christopher's desires.

But for now, they were taking this slow. Or as slow as Christopher could manage, anyway. He had so many plans running through his head, so many different ways he wanted to claim Trekker as his own.

He kissed him again, more demanding this time. Exploring every crevice of Trekker's mouth like it was the first time he'd ever tasted him. He could feel Trekker's hands struggling under his hold trying to find purchase on something, anything.

Slowly he broke away, trailing kisses down Trekker's chin, to his neck, down to his chest. Chest that rose and fell rapidly with anticipation. Each kiss drew a moan or a gasp from Trekker. Each moan and gasp filled Christopher with an insatiable desire to hear more. To taste more.

He continued his descent to Trekker's stomach, nipping at his rock-hard abs before finally reaching his goal Trekker's quivering thighs.

Christopher took one thigh in each hand, spreading them wide as he positioned himself over Trekker.