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I sank into the clinging heat of his mouth, sliding my hand off me and onto him. Wetness pooled at the front of his underwear, darkening the pale blue fabric. His cock strained upwards, and I skirted it with my hand, a teasing promise.
“Rob, please, Rob.”
Fuck, I could get used to how he said my name, how this serious, buttoned-up surgeon who, less than an hour ago, had smiled prettily at a flirty waitress now clung to me, begging me to touch his cock. Scooping up the wetness, I brought my hand back up and slid a damp finger into the corner of his mouth. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?” He sucked on it, and I added the second, wet with his juices, chuckling at his frantic moan.
“That’s you,” I whispered, against his ear. Another needy moan. Through the cotton of his boxers, I rubbed my cock against him, imagining him stretched out flat, straddling him, caging him with my thighs. Feeding the head of my cock into his plush mouth. In control, with his lips stretched tight around it. “That taste is you, Evan, you, desperate for a man. You want more?”
Any more grinding and rubbing up against him, any more begging moans and urgent sucking, and I wasn’t going to last. The set of his widened green eyes, shot with desire, and his broken nod slayed me. My dick throbbed with need; my balls were riding high, taut and tense and desperate for release.
Light from the cracked door of a room leading off the hallway painted a bright stripe across his wiry body. A thick trail of coarse black hair arrowed from his chest to his cock, and I sank to my knees, following it with my tongue. A detour led me into the sultry heat of his groin to lick at the sweet damp musk and suck on tender flesh. Precum oozed from the swollen head of his impatient cock, in protest, dribbling down his shaft.
“Please,” Evan whined. His fingers twisted my hair. “Please Rob, I can’t…I can’t…”
He was close too. Denying him was the biggest turn-on of all. Fuck, I’d scarcely touched him, and he wanted it so badly. Years of want, years of making do, of pretending, maybe of wishing he was other, years learning to accept and conclude he wasn’t.
I tended to receive blowjobs, not dish them out. But his eager cock was so pretty I couldn’t resist. All hot and bothered, long and thick. Big too—bigger than I’d expected, a purple and engorged vein running down the shaft, just begging me to cover it with my mouth, to drag my tongue up the length.
With a gasp, Evan slipped even lower down the door frame. His hands tightly, painfully wound in my hair, keeping me down there. His eyes flew open, the light dancing across his pale cheeks as he gazed hotly down at me. “Shit, Rob. That’s—oh yes, yes, like that, fuck, yeah.”
I licked, and he moaned, pushing up so his tip hit the back of my throat. Fuelled by the desperate noises from above, I swallowed, taking him down, savouring his taste and the heady thrill of giving him this pleasure for the first time. I drooled onto the shiny parquet between his feet and my own dick pulsed with need for release; my heart matched its tempo. Breath choppy and laboured, I fought for air around the sweet agony of the fullness in my mouth.
He came fast and without fanfare, merely a hissed sigh behind clenched teeth before a hot stream of spunk flooded my mouth, followed by a soft cry of apology. His hips snapped chaotically, chasing every last drop. Release and relief coincided, as with a loud thump, he slid down the wall, falling sideways, clawing at me, and gasping for breath.
“I’m here, Ev, I’m here.”
As he fell sloppily into my arms, I tumbled backwards, losing my balance. Our mouths melded. Sweat sheened his brow; swollen, parted lips, like ripe plums, panted against mine. The bitter tang of his cum dripped from my mouth into his.
He let out a sweet, hiccupping laugh. “Well, that was dignified.” Cheeks flushing, still gasping for breath, his eyes darted to mine. “I’m not usually quite so eager.”
“You haven’t been with me before.” I was preening, because, yeah, I might not be a blowjob regular, but I’d honed my skills on an enthusiastic, articulate Freddie Avery and could suck like a champ when I put my mind to it.
Evan’s green-eyed gaze was still on mine. “You haven’t come. That’s not fair.”
“No, not yet.” I swallowed down his words, along with the sudden lump in my throat. No, I hadn’t, and it didn’t matter. Because, in the starburst of one evening, in one short timeframe, the goalposts had moved. Mechanical, physiological release was no longer the endpoint. Pleasing someone else—this particular someone else—had supplanted it. My eyes prickled with an unfamiliar surge of tenderness, with a novel need to wrap this sated man up in my embrace and smother him with the tentative green shoots of something that, in this special moment, I felt brave enough to label as falling in love.
“Shall I…um…”
“No, it doesn’t matter.” Ignoring my aching dick and the bite of hard parquet, I buried my face in the top of his head as he sprawled all over me. Like mine, Evan’s trousers were bunched around his ankles, held there by socks and shoes, our damp, naked bodies cooling in the draughty hallway.
“I hope this isn’t the moment you tell me you have a flatmate.”
A warm response rumbled through his chest. He tipped his head up, cheeks blotchy, pupils blown, hair dishevelled. A trace of his own dried cum smeared his upper lip, I raised a hand and scratched it off with my thumbnail. He flushed deeply.
“Are you still gay?” I teased, and his mouth broke into a bashful grin.
Raising himself up on his elbows, he peered down at his chest, at the evidence of my enthusiastic devouring. Gingerly, he dabbed at one of the marks. “These are a first for me. I look like I’ve been mauled by a wild animal. Or your bull.” He flopped down again, with another grin.
His ear rested very close to my mouth, and I whispered into it. “Sorry, but I was trying to reach your heart.”
He took in a sharp breath, fresh crimson flooding his cheeks.
Too soon? Yes, probably, but fuck it, he needed to know. In many ways, this was a first for me too. “The fact your fucking gorgeous hairy chest lies in front of it is not my fault.”
“Reach away,” he answered sleepily, and my own heart beat a tiny bit faster. “Do your worst.”
CHAPTER 9
A little while later, I left with a kiss and a hug and a promise to call him. Crazy, right? Especially after he invited me to stay. And trust me, twice during the walk across an empty town centre towards my uncle’s house, I almost turned around and retraced my steps. Trying to get comfy in the narrow single bed of my uncle's guest room, I figured out why.
