Chapter 16

Christmas had come early,and Dix hoped to God he wouldn't. The possibility was there, he had to admit. The idea of sliding into Doc's ass already had him so hard, his dick could've moonlighted as a flagpole.

How long have I thought about this? Wanted this?

That was easy. Since the day Gary had showed Dix around, and the cutest little redhead he'd ever seen stepped out of the lab, then peered up at Dix. His eyes were wide behind those glasses, and Dix was reminded instantly of an owl. Then Gary introduced him, and Doc grunted before walking away. Gary had to explain that he wasn't being rude—he was probably working on something, and that took as much of his focus as he could spare.

But Dix didn't think he was rude, not in the least. He was freaking magnetic, and Dix was already caught in his field. And in the present situation, he needed to keep a tight grip on his emotions, his desires, to keep uppermost in his mind that this was Doc's first experience.

I've never been with a virgin before.

Lord, the responsibility. The pressure.

Dix had to make this good for him.

"So where do we begin?" Doc's voice betrayed the slightest tremor, and that was enough to bring Dix's awareness back into sharp focus.

"By getting the practical stuff out of the way first." He reached into the nightstand drawer again and removed the bottle of lube. "This is our friend, okay?" He tossed it onto the bed.

Doc's breathing hitched, and Dix would have loved to see what was going on inside his head.

Dix inclined his head toward the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower." Doc blinked, and Dix leaned in to kiss him. "And so are you. With me."

Doc bit his lip. "I seem to recall reading about the number of accidents that take place in the show?—"

He chuckled. "Relax, Doc. No shenanigans, I promise. Just two men conserving water and a little mutual washing. That work for you?"

The momentary spasm of disappointment that crawled across Doc's face was almost comical. Then he smiled. "Yeah, that works just fine."

"In which case, this is what we do next." Dix reached over and began unbuttoning Doc's shirt, only to have his efforts interrupted when Doc did the same thing. Dix stroked Doc's chest, loving the shivers that resulted, especially when he got anywhere near Doc's nipples.

"You like that," Dix murmured, brushing his thumb over the rigid nub of flesh, watching the skin around it pebble. Doc's shivers multiplied, and Dix bent down to tease the nipple with his lips and tongue.

"Oh God. I had no idea…." Doc let out a whimper that went straight to Dix's cock. Dix glanced up, and the siren call of those lips was too much to ignore. He took Doc's mouth in a long, heated kiss, exploring him with his tongue, until Doc reciprocated with a groan and a hunger that was all too evident.

A hunger that threatened to derail Dix's plans.

You're taking the lead in this, remember? Get it back on track.

He cradled Doc's head in one hand. "You're a good kisser. A lot of guys aren't."

Doc frowned. "I am? So what's?—"

Dix laughed and kissed the tip of his nose. "Don't analyze it, Doc, just accept it as a compliment." He hauled Doc to his feet and removed his shirt completely, tossing it to the floor. Doc mimicked his action, his hands stuttering over Dix's now-bare chest.

Then Dix slid his hand down Doc's torso until he cupped that enticing bulge. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and a moan tumbled from Doc's lips.

"Keep that up, and I might think about skipping the appetizer and going straight to the entree." Doc's voice sounded strained.

"We can't have that." Dix removed his hand, and Doc glared at him. Dix unfastened the waistband of Doc's pants and shoved them to his ankles. He knelt to take them off, conscious of Doc's erection tenting the soft cotton of his briefs, jutting toward his face. He looked up at Doc, waiting for consent.

Doc swallowed. "Take them off," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Please."

Dix grasped the elasticated band and slid the garment over Doc's hips. Doc's cock was long and thick, every bit as mouthwatering as Dix had imagined it would be, and it took a supreme effort not to take it into his mouth. Instead, he rose and continued removing his own clothes before taking Doc by the hand and leading him to the bathroom.

Once they stood under the warm jets, Dix took Doc in his arms and kissed him, aware of Doc's hands on his waist, his back, his shoulders. Dix reached around him and rubbed a finger through Doc's crease. Doc leaned into him, clinging to him.

"Did you mean the no shenanigans part?" Doc asked in a plaintive tone.

Dix chuckled. "Unfortunately, yes."

He frowned. "Unfortunately?"

"Let's just say I've been there." He pointed to a two-inch scar on his arm. "I have that to show for it." He spread Doc's ass cheeks, and another tremor rippled through him.

Take it slow. You have all night.

Dix kissed him, slow and sweet. "You wash my back, and I'll wash yours." He slid his finger over Doc's hole. "And a few other things while we're at it."

It tooka shower to bring home one thing to Josh with utter conviction.

Dixon was a grade-A tease, with his soapy hands skimming over Josh's body. Josh tried to give as good as he got, but all he could focus on was what was about to happen. In the end, Dixon did most of the cleaning, while Josh stood there, relishing the feel of those large hands roaming everywhere, warm and slick with lather. Then all traces of soap spiraled down the drain, and both of them were squeaky clean.

Both of them were also hard.

Dixon flipped the water off, got out of the shower, and grabbed a large, fluffy towel from the warming rail. Josh loved the way Dixon dried him so gently, as though he were a delicate, fragile ornament that would shatter without careful handling.

Is it wrong of me to hope he's not so gentle in bed?

The thought sent heat spreading through his body, but there was no time to dwell on such things as Dixon led him back into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, moving Josh to stand in front of him, his hands on Josh's hips, his gaze locked on Josh's erect cock.

Please. Please.

Dixon glanced up at him, smiled, then leaned in to kiss the head of Josh's dick, an intimate gesture that made Josh's heart melt. When the moment came and Dixon took him into his mouth, Josh's knees almost buckled, and he was thankful for Dixon's hands holding him steady.

I never realized it would feel so amazing.

God had obviously known what he was doing when he gave the average man just the right number of vertebrae to prevent him from sucking himself off. Because if most men had been able to accomplish that feat, the world would've taken a very different path.

That was all it took for Josh to rifle through his mental files, because he was certain he'd read somewhere that two or three men in a thousand could successfully perform a full autofellatio and?—

Then he realized something had stopped.

He glanced at Dixon, who gazed up at him, grinning.

"Focus, Doc. Focus." Then he resumed his exquisite torture.

Josh watched him, mesmerized by the rhythmic movement of his head as he worked Josh's shaft with lips and tongue, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of his own dick glistening as it slid in and out, lost in the delicious sensation of a warm, wet mouth encasing his cock. Dixon's shaft bobbed, thick and stiff, and Josh licked his lips.

"Can I try too?"

Dixon pulled free and grinned. "You won't hear me complaining if you do." He stood, turned Josh around, and gave him a gentle backward push. Josh landed on the bed, and Dixon leaned over to kiss him.

Josh would kiss Dixon all day if given the opportunity.

Dixon laid a trail of kisses down Josh's neck and chest, pausing at his nipples. He raised his head and smiled. "You like it when I play with them."

Before Josh could confirm or deny his statement, Dixon climbed onto the bed, straddled Josh's head, and brushed Josh's mouth with the wide head of his dick.

No-brainer.

Josh opened for him, and Dixon eased the head between his lips. Josh gave it an experimental suck, and Dixon's moan was all the encouragement he required. Dixon cradled Josh's head, holding him steady while he gave gentle thrusts, until Josh could take half of his length with ease.

He broke away from his sensual task with a gasp. "I don't think I can manage all of it."

Dixon's eyes shone. "What you managed is impressive enough." He tapped Josh's chin with his cock, and it landed with a meaty smack. "Want some more?"

Josh swallowed hard. "Yes, I want it… but not in my mouth."

Except he'd gone far beyond a case of mere wanting—Josh ached to know how it would feel inside him.

The catch in Dixon's breathing was so damn heady.

Dixon kissed him on the lips before getting off the bed. He knelt on the rug beside it, grabbed Josh by the hips, and tugged him closer to the edge. He cupped Josh's balls in one hand, rolling them through his fingers while he resumed sucking Josh's cock.

Josh raised his head from the bed and gave Dixon a mock glare, a monumental task considering the sensual onslaught he found himself under. "This isn't what I asked for."

Dixon pulled free with a chuckle. "No, it isn't. But I wanted to show you something. How does this feel?" And with that, he took one of Josh's balls into his mouth.

Josh arched up off the bed with a moan, and Dixon chuckled, sending vibrations through him that served to intensify his sensitivity. Then he went back to sucking Josh's dick, only this time he reached up to tweak both nipples, until Josh was squirming.

"I thought men weren't supposed to be able to multitask," he groaned.

Dixon's gaze locked onto his. "Most men can't. Aren't you happy I'm not one of them?"

The dual sensations were messing with his head.

"Please, Dixon." Josh wasn't above begging.

Dixon straightened, rubbing his own shaft against Josh's. He brought the tip of his finger to the slit, removing the precum that beaded there. He smeared it over the head of Josh's cock.

"Best lube ever," he said with a grin. Josh gaped at him open-mouthed, and he laughed. "Don't fret. We'll be using the more conventional kind too." He grasped Josh's ankles and rolled his ass up off the bed, exposing his hole to Dixon's view. "Pretty dick, pretty hole…. Pretty every fucking where." He ducked his head, and Josh cried out at that first electric touch of Dixon's tongue. The sensations magnified as Dixon licked and sucked, pushing his tongue as if to gain entry, until Josh was shaking, desperate for more.

Then Dixon leaned over, his firm body between Josh's thighs, and their lips fused in a lingering kiss, an illicit thrill trickling through him at the memory of where Dixon's mouth had just been.

Dixon broke the kiss, his forehead touching Josh's. "We still good?"

Josh could only manage a whisper. "Yes." His body was on fire, waiting to be taken, filled….

"Then hold on to your knees while I get your hole ready for me." He knelt on the bed, knees wide, close enough that Josh could feel the warmth of his body.

Josh stared at him. "I think your tongue already did a pretty good job of that." Nevertheless he complied, his heart hammering. Dixon grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezed a generous amount onto a couple of fingers, then rubbed them over Josh's tight pucker. His own cock created glistening trails of precum on his belly as Dixon slowly, so slowly, eased a finger inside him, while stroking Josh's dick at the same time.

Oh dear God.

Josh had never played with his hole. It had carried the same guilt he'd associated with jerking off. And while there was initial discomfort, it faded little by little, and by the time Dixon added another finger, Josh knew he'd missed out on a lot.

There were too many sensations to assimilate: Dixon's fingers, buried up to the knuckle in Josh's body; the rasp of Dixon's beard as he rubbed his face against Josh's ass cheeks; the waves of pleasure that claimed Josh every time Dixon teased his nipples; the smell of body wash, cotton sheets, and above all Dixon; and the sound of their mingled breathing, loud and harsh in the quiet room.

The emptiness when Dixon removed his fingers was unexpected, but Dixon's mouth claimed his a heartbeat later, and Josh exulted in the reestablishment of their connection. Dixon broke off to apply lube to his cock, and then he was back, his lips soft against Josh's. Warmth pressed against his hole, and Josh moaned into the kiss as Dixon slowly eased into him. The slight twinge of pain didn't surprise him—after all, Dixon was a big boy—but what did shock him was how quickly it morphed into something….

Amazing.

Dixon was barely moving, their lips locked, the two of them connected….

Joined.

Dixon raised Josh's left leg and rested it against his shoulder, and the change of angle allowed him to inch in a little further. Dixon supported himself on one arm, his other hand wrapped around Josh's shaft, slick with the precum that poured from him.

And still he wasn't all the way in.

Then Dixon let go of Josh's cock and returned to his nipples, flicking them, squeezing, sending electric shocks through him, all the way to his dick, his hole stretched wide around Dixon's thick shaft.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

"Breathe, baby." Dixon stroked Josh's stomach, moving in gentle circles. "Breathing helps."

Josh forced himself to take long, deep breaths, and it was as though someone had flicked a switch inside him. Dixon sank deeper into him, and God, it felt good. Dixon almost bent Josh in half as he leaned over to kiss him, filling him to the hilt. He rested his elbows on the bed, bracketing Josh's head, and started to ease out of him, taking his time.

He looked Josh in the eye. "Are you okay?"

Josh wrapped his arms around Dixon, holding him close. "Better than okay." He brought his legs up to hook them around Dixon's waist, crossing them at the ankles, loving the feeling of being cradled, rocked….

"Dixon." The word came out like a sigh.

How long they spent like that, he had no idea. Dixon reapplied lube to both their shafts, and Josh worked his dick while Dixon moved in and out of his body, their lips meeting in kiss after kiss. Dixon's lips were on his forehead, his cheeks, his mouth, and now and then he cupped Josh's head in his hands, Dixon's face buried in his neck while he rocked, creating the most exquisite friction.

The logical part of Josh's brain fired into action, and although he didn't like what that practical inner voice was saying, he knew their coupling had to come to an end.

Dixon put his weight on both hands, picking up the pace. "How close are you?"

Closer than Josh wanted to be, but there would be other occasions.

He hoped. Desperately.

"Think I'm going to come soon." He grabbed his dick, and gave himself up to the inevitable. Dixon pressed their foreheads together, and Josh tugged harder, his breathing rapid and shallow.

"Aw fuck, I can feel your hole tightening," Dixon groaned, hips jerking as he quickened his thrusts. His cheeks, neck and chest were flushed, and gasps and low cries spilled from his lips. He grabbed Josh by the hips, lifting him higher still off the bed, and Josh moaned as he shot, his load puddling in his navel, his weight resting on his shoulders.

Dixon raised his face to the ceiling, back arched, a long, low noise bursting from him, and Josh knew the second he came. Warmth filled him, and he was acutely aware of Dixon's shaft throbbing inside him. It seemed never-ending, one pulse after another, until at last Dixon shuddered out a breath. He sat back on the bed, lowering Josh with him, then covered him with his larger frame, kissing him over and over again, his cock still buried in Josh's body.

Josh wrapped himself once more around Dixon, their bodies slick with sweat, Josh's heart thumping, his dick spent. When they lay still, he caressed Dixon's cheek, unwilling to break their connection.

Dixon kissed his brow. "You're amazing." He grinned. "And now you need another shower."

"Only if you're in it with me," Josh replied.

Dixon's eyes gleamed. "No shenanigans again?"

Josh bit his lip. "Well… if I was kneeling, it would be more difficult for me to fall over, right? Therefore a safer position."

Dixon laughed. "You're not done yet, are you?"

"Done? You just opened up a whole new world for me to explore. And you know I'm very thorough in my testing." He grinned. "In other words, I've only just gotten started."