Radio Boys by Sean Michael Page A

Not that Paul didn’t already know that, but now he knew Thor listened in bed.
    Paul blushed a bright, deep red. “How is it in person?”
    “Even sexier, Doc. Even sexier.” He got back and slid between Paul’s legs. He kissed the small of Paul’s back. “Your voice is a real turn-on. No doubt about it.”
    “Yeah? Good.” Paul was trembling a little, pressing back against him with a purr.
    He stroked Paul’s skin, so soft and warm. His fingers danced along the sweet crease. Paul opened to him, thighs spreading a bit, so trusting. “You haven’t done this before, have you, Paul?”
    “No, Thor.” Paul shook his head. “Does that matter to you?”
    “Yes, it does, Paul.”
    “Yeah?” Paul shifted, stilling a little.
    “Yeah.” He leaned over Paul and kissed the skin beneath his ear. “Makes it extra special.”
    “Oh...” The skin under his lips heated, Paul nuzzling into the touch. “Thank you.”
    “No, Paul, thank you for sharing this with me.” He licked Paul’s ear. “I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure it’s the best you could possibly have.”
    “It’ll be you. That’s who I want.”
    Thor hummed against Paul’s skin. “Romantic,” he murmured, lips and tongue working over warm flesh, heading slowly back down Paul’s body.
    “What did you expect from the “Loving and Leaving Show” deejay, Coach?” Paul’s chuckle was warm, a little breathy.
    He circled the small of Paul’s back with his tongue, while he got some lube on one of his fingers. “I’m not sure what I expected, Paul, but I like what I got.”
    Paul’s answer was a purr, hips shifting, rocking slowly.
    “Not only romantic but so sensual. I don’t think I’ve ever had a lover who responds to my touch like you do, Doc. It’s heady.” He rubbed his slick finger along Paul’s crack, teasing the wrinkled little hole. The little motions slowed, then Paul’s body responded, skin flushing, muscles twitching and clenching beneath his touch.
    “I’m going inside now,” Thor murmured, free hand sliding along Paul’s side. He gently, but firmly pushed his finger in. Paul was hot, so incredibly tight, squeezing his finger with a pressure that took his breath away. He moaned. “Oh, man, you’re going to feel amazing around my cock.”
    A soft murmur sounded, Paul shifting, sliding slowing on his finger. “You think you’ll fit, Coach?”
    He bent and kissed Paul’s spine, lips nibbling gently. “With a little work -- preparation’s half the fun, Doc.”
    Paul chuckled, the sound mixed with a low moan. “Only half?”
    “Yeah -- the actual main event’s pretty fucking awesome.”
    Another chuckle and Paul’s body clenched around his finger. “Pun intended?”
    “I wish I could say yes, but it just kind of happened.” Thor slid a second finger in. “I hope you aren’t dating me for my scintillating wit.”
    “Nah... I’m dating you because you smell good and you have good taste in music and you make me happy.” Paul’s thighs parted, head dropping between his shoulders.
    “Oh...” He could feel something get tight in his belly, something warm and good. He kept moving his finger, adding in another, stretching Paul, hoping to make him feel damned good. “Thank you,” he whispered.
    “For the truth, Thor?” Oh, God, that voice was sweet, rich and dark and husky and it was meant for him. “Anytime.”
    Thor moaned softly, rubbing his cock against Paul’s thigh, fingers pushing, curling. They stroked across the tiny, flat gland and Paul jerked, body clenching, head flying back onto his shoulders. “Thor!”
    He chuckled, the sound low and husky. “Yeah, Doc?” he asked, sliding his fingers across the same spot again.
    “Oh! Oh, fuck. Coach! Love!” Paul cheeks were flushed, body shaking and rocking into his hand.
    “Oh, you like that, do you?” He laughed again, feeling happy and good and wanting in that tight heat so badly.
    “God, yes. Oh, Thor, it’s like electricity but