Blue Boy 1: Bullet by Garrett Leigh

whoever he was fucking would venture their hand back that way, led astray during a blowjob, but he always pulled them up before they got that far. He pressed, resisting the urge to jerk away from the pressure. The tip of his finger slipped inside. He gasped; he couldn’t help it. It didn’t hurt, but it felt too alien to bear.
    “Keep going.”
    Sonny’s voice was low, soothing almost. Levi closed his eyes and pushed his finger in as far as he could reach, sweeping it around. He moaned and dropped his head to his chest, feeling sweat seep out of his skin as the burning stretch spread through his body. It was an odd feeling. He lost himself to it for a time, consumed by the sensation, and jumped when Sonny spoke again.
    “Add another.”
    “What?”
    “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Breathe out as you add the second finger. It will probably hurt a bit, but not for long. Hold still and breathe. It’ll pass. It gets easier. I promise.”
    Sonny touched his shoulder, but Levi couldn’t face looking up at him. He eased a second finger into his body, groaning again, but this time, less about feeling and more about pain. He clenched his teeth, panting for breath, struggling to get ahold of himself. “Damn.” The oath was whispered.
    Sonny touched his shoulder again. “Breathe. It’ll feel good soon. I promise.”
    Levi bowed his head once more, letting his eyes fall closed. He’d had his fingers, his cock, and his tongue inside too many men to count, but it was startling to feel the smooth, tight heat of his own body clamped around his fingers. Despite Sonny’s assurances, it didn’t feel good, at least not yet, but after a time, it didn’t feel bad anymore either. It felt…uncomfortable. He squirmed.
    “Relax. The worst is over.”
    Yeah, for now . Levi’s mind was full of the huge variety of sex toys Sonny had stashed in his bag. This time it was his own fingers, but next time, and the time after that, and Rex’s…
    Sonny slid off the countertop. A warm, strong hand closed around his wrist, moving the two fingers he had inside himself in a tentative, undulating circle. Levi grunted, gripping the counter with his free hand. Sonny steadied him, rubbing a soothing counterpoint into his back. “Stop thinking about it so much. Concentrate on your dick. It likes it, even if you don’t.”
    Levi glanced down. He’d forgotten all about his cock, but sure enough, it was still hard, jutting out from his body and aching for some attention. Sonny scratched short, blunt nails down the length of Levi back. Gooseflesh covered him. He’d always had a thing for scratching. It drove him wild, sending wicked shivers down his spine. He craved the sensation of Sonny’s perfect white teeth digging into his sensitive flesh.
    What the hell? Where did that come from?
    He swayed, his equilibrium rocked. He steadied himself on the counter. Sweat trickled down his chest, and steam misted the mirror. He was used to the vague physical attraction he had to the models he worked with, but he’d never felt anything like the deep-rooted yearning he had for Sonny in that moment. He’d never felt like that for any man, especially a man who’d barely laid a hand on him.
    Sonny guided his fingers in a slow, pulsing rhythm. “Touch your dick.”
    “No.” Levi shuddered, gritting his teeth. There was a part of him that longed to reach for his aching cock, but a bigger part of him was terrified, though of what, he wasn’t quite sure.
    Behind him, Sonny chuckled. “If you don’t, I will. Go on. You know you want to.”
    Levi let go of the counter and gripped his cock. “Fucking sadist,” he ground out. “You—” He cut off as Sonny matched the tentative strokes with the probing, sweeping rhythm of his fingers in his ass. He gasped, letting out a sound he hardly recognized as coming from him. “ Fuck !”
    “That’s it,” Sonny said. “Forget everything else. Let it happen.”
    Levi fought it; he fought it all—fought for breath, fought