Penny for your Thoughts

They found a place under the overhang of a cliff, one of many on the La Jolla coastline. The cliff blocked most of the light from the lamps on the street above, but the moon lit the alcove with an eerie pale glow. Below them, the waves crashed on the rock face with ferocious intensity. But they didn't notice.

Alex again found himself against a wall, but this time made of rock. The kissing was wilder now, each savoring the taste of something new and forbidden. Alex found himself running his hands down Jeremy's hard chest, down his stomach, which flinched at his touch. The t-shirt that covered it was slightly damp from the moisture spraying up in a mist from below. He pushed the shirt up with his hands slowly, caressing the sides of Jeremy's body. Alex had seen Jeremy shirtless many times and envied his chiseled chest and defined six-pack, which he didn't seem to need much effort in maintaining. Cursed with bad genetics and Seattle weather for most of his youth, Alex had to work out every day just to maintain his flat stomach. But Jeremy seemed to do what he wanted and eat what he wanted, and still his body was beautiful to look at. Alex hadn't dreamed in a million years that he'd be running his hands across it.

Jeremy raised his hands over his head as Alex pulled his shirt up and over his head. That simple act was extremely erotic to Alex, and he savored every inch of flesh that was exposed in that motion. He wanted badly to lick and taste what he was revealing.

Soon, Alex's shirt was off too. He was starting to feel self-conscious when Jeremy bent down and ran his tongue down the line that separated his pectorals. Alex enjoyed the hot trail that Jeremy left with his tongue, first down his neck, and then over to his nipple. He felt Jeremy hesitate at his nipple, and then felt as he swirled his tongue around on it. He placed his hands on Jeremy's hard shoulders and massaged the flesh there, gently pushing him down along his body.

Down from his nipple to the flat of his stomach, Alex felt Jeremy lingering on his navel, his tongue darting in and out. Jeremy sank lower, and then onto his knees. His tongue was now darting from side to side on the elastic waistband of Alex's shorts and his hands slowly started to pull them down.