He told Colby to lie still and keep hands on the headboard and be good, and Colby did; Colby moaned and quivered and squirmed under Jason’s hands and Jason’s mouth, long pretty cock stiff and flushed and leaking all over himself as Jason nuzzled every tempting place on his body.
Jason eventually settled beside him, told him to let go of the headboard and come here, and gathered Colby close, bodies pressed together; he fit a hand between them, found both their cocks, rigid and rubbing up against each other, hot and slick. He got a grip on them both, clumsy with need, heads and shafts sliding and slipping; he ordered Colby to come, and Colby did, gasping with the force of it, clinging to Jason, shuddering and falling apart and spilling himself all over Jason’s hand and cock and stomach. Jason came too, abruptly: a sweet sharp shock of release, a sudden convulsive snap of ecstasy at the look on Colby’s face, the heat of Colby’s climax hitting him.