Page 56 of Bear With Me

Bjorn snorted and shoved Dennis’s shoulder. “Jerk.”

Dennis grabbed his hand as he went to draw it back, holding on, and stood, pulling Bjorn to his feet as well. “Let’s go sit on the couch. We’ll find a movie to watch and then we can just…see how things go.”

Bjorn gulped audibly, but stayed standing. “Um, there’s supposed to be some basic food stocked in the kitchenette. Want me to see if there’s popcorn?”

Visions of hand-feeding his mate popcorn danced through Dennis’s head, and he nodded quickly. “Definitely. I’ll start looking for a movie while you do that.” They split to their respective chores, and soon Dennis could hear the sound of kernels popping in the microwave as he scrolled through the hotel’s pay-per-view selections. Action? Romance? Musical?

Ooh, they had a whole section of Disney movies. Those were simple to follow if they got distracted, but enjoyable, and often had more adult themes than their child viewers ever realized. He considered Lady & the Tramp for a while, for obvious reasons, then decided against it, eventually settling on Beauty and the Beast - which maybe would have been a little on the nose if Dennis thought of himself as a beauty at all. By the time Bjorn arrived at the couch clutching a large ceramic bowl overflowing with popcorn, he had the movie queued up.

“Disney?” Bjorn asked curiously as he set down the popcorn on the coffee table and then sat next to Dennis.

He shrugged, attempting to look casual. “I figure we’ve both seen it already so we won’t be annoyed if we don’t pay close attention.” Or if they got flat-out distracted by Dennis’s hand wrapped around Bjorn’s cock. Not that he was now picturing that or anything.

Hngh.

Bjorn made an agreeing noise and leaned forward to toss some popcorn from the bowl into his mouth. “Works for me,” he said after chewing and swallowing. “Hey, so, uh…” He slewed his eyes to the side nervously and leaned forward to put the popcorn on the coffee table.

Dennis raised an eyebrow and waited, but nothing else was forthcoming. “Spit it out, bear.”

Bjorn coughed self-consciously. “If you, you know, wanted to lose some of your clothes, it would probably make snuggling more comfortable. Just a thought.”

Oh, ho. Bjorn wanted skin, and Dennis was happy to give it to him. Without replying verbally, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it across the room. He was gratified to hear Bjorn’s sharp intake of breath at the sight. Dennis wasn’t anything special, neither sleek nor hairy, neither skinny nor potbellied. He was just…a middle-aged dude who ran a bar and didn’t exercise quite enough. Nevertheless, when the shirt cleared his head and he focused his eyes back on Bjorn, he found the other man watching him with pure heat in his eyes.

“Mate,” Bjorn whispered, reaching out a tentative hand and brushing a finger over Dennis’s nipple, which pebbled under his touch.

Dennis shuddered. It had been…ages since he was touched by someone else. “Yes,” he managed to breathe, and he wasn’t sure whether he was agreeing to the touch or to being called mate.

Another brush over his nipple, and then Bjorn leaned forward and pressed their mouths together in a kiss that started off hot and wet and only got more so as it went. Dennis allowed himself to be bowled over backward onto the couch, taking a moment to be glad for the sheer size of the piece of furniture. It wouldn’t have been sexy to conk his head on the couch’s arm.

Bjorn’s hand slid down Dennis’s side, the touch light and reverent, until it reached the waist of his jeans. Then Bjorn’s fingers drifted around to the fly of the pants, and he toyed idly with the top button. He was clearly waiting for the go-ahead, and Dennis was totally on board with this. He reached down, gave Bjorn’s hand a squeeze, and popped his own button, leaving the zipper for Bjorn to handle.

Bjorn did it carefully, obviously not wanting to snag anything that shouldn’t be snagged in the process, but eventually Dennis’s cotton-covered cock was protruding through the fly, leaving a damp spot on the front of his briefs. For fuck’s sake, he thought to himself, you’ve hardly touched each other and you’re acting like you’re about to blow. Get it together!

“Ok?” Bjorn murmured into his mouth, flicking his thumb over the top of Dennis’s cock. The slight abrasiveness of the cotton against his sensitive skin made him moan.

“So ok,” he managed to reply before another moan overtook him. Dennis needed to take some control here, or Bjorn would have him shooting in five seconds flat and he’d never be able to look the man in the eye again. “But…” He lifted his hand, which had been lying limply beside him on the couch, and delicately traced the contours of Bjorn’s face, from his forehead to his chin. “You’re so beautiful.”

That earned him a deeper kiss, Bjorn groaning through it. Dennis smoothed his hand down to Bjorn’s shoulder, then down his back, until he was cupping the larger man’s ass. Mmm, high and tight. He could feel the coarse hairs that were speckled over it rubbing between his fingers and somehow, even that was hot. He dipped a finger just the tiniest bit into Bjorn’s crack, testing to see what the reaction would be, and earned himself a prolonged moan. Oh, nice.

But they weren’t doing ass play tonight, he reminded himself, and forced himself to pull his hand away from Bjorn’s behind. Instead, he wormed it between them to palm that hot cock, which was at full mast now. Bjorn’s cock was sizable whether soft or hard, but hard like it was, it was truly impressive. Dennis took a moment to imagine that cock fucking him deep and shuddered in tandem with Bjorn, who was reacting to his hand tightening.

“Fuuuuck,” Bjorn hissed against Dennis’s lips. “More. No, wait.”

Worried he’d done something wrong, Dennis froze, but Bjorn just used the opportunity to bend slightly and drag Dennis’s pants and briefs down to his ankles. With a chuff of a laugh, Dennis kicked them off. “Could’ve just told me to take them off,” he pointed out teasingly.

“But then I wouldn’t get the fun of ripping them off you!” Bjorn protested, all wide-eyed innocence. “Now, where were we?” Before Dennis could answer, Bjorn was wrapping his hand around Dennis’s dick and giving it a stroke. “Hm, a bit dry,” he mused, and lifted his hand to his face to lick his palm.

Dennis squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to not be overwhelmed by the sensuality of the gesture. Then Bjorn’s hand descended again and now he was putting that effort into not coming all over his mate right this second. In retaliation, he palmed Bjorn’s cock again and dipped his forefinger into the precum that was already leaking out of Bjorn’s foreskin. He lifted his hand to his face to taste the liquid, lapping at it with his tongue. “Mmm.” He smiled. “You’re tasty.”

Bjorn growled – flat-out growled – and pounced, pushing Dennis back down and forcing his knee between Dennis’s legs until it pressed lightly against Dennis’s balls. They both moaned. Bjorn pulled his hand away from Dennis’s cock again and Dennis resisted the urge to whine. He was glad he had when Bjorn just licked his palm again and then used it to line their cocks up together in his slick hand.

“Oh, fuck,” Dennis gasped, arching into the touch.

“Mmm.” Bjorn nipped at his lip, then plunged his tongue into his mouth for a deep exploration.

That hand continued inexorably to move, spreading their precum and Bjorn’s saliva over their lengths, pausing every now and then to give a twist to the heads of their cocks. Dennis found himself rocking up into Bjorn’s grip and into his warm, hard body. Bjorn’s chest hair teased at Dennis’s nipples; his large feet flexed against the bottom of Dennis’s.

“Gonna…” Bjorn gasped breathlessly. “Soon.”