Then sank to hisknees.
Oh God, oh God, ohGod.
“Is this okay?” Drew whispered, and Bas nodded solemnly. He couldn’t imagine a circumstance where a blow jobwouldn’tbe okay, butJesus Christthis wasDrew.
Andrew McMann is on his knees for me, he thought to himself, but the words simply wouldn’t compute. So he anchored himself the way he always had, dragging a hand through Drew’s nearly-dry hair, and letting the warm, solid presence of his best friend ground him in reality… even as he took Basapart.
Drew’s mouth closed over him, enveloping Bas in wetheat.
“Fuck.God,Drew.”
Their gazes remained locked - Bas couldn’t have looked away if he tried - as Drew grabbed Bas’s free hand and directed it to his head, also, encouraging Bas to hold him, to use him. Bas’s eyes widened as Drew’s meaning became clear, but there was no way in hell Bas was going to do that to Drew. He wouldneverhurt him, but especially not tonight. He shook his head frantically, clutching Drew’s hair tighter as he fought the urge to thrusthard, to take everything Drew was offeringhim.
But Bas should have remembered that Drew McMann had never been one to accept defeat easily. He wrapped one strong arm around Bas’s thigh, holding Bas in place, and bobbed his head forward, taking Bas until he choked once… thentwice.
“No!” Bas said, even as his eyes crossed from the obliterating pleasure rushing down his legs and up his spine. “Easy!”
Drew’s eyes watered, but their expression was as stubborn as Bas had ever seen it. Bas pulled firmly on Drew’s hair, forcing him backslightly.
“You want me to take control?” hedemanded.
Drew’s moan was the most depraved thing Bas had everheard.
“Fine. Then we do it my way,” he whispered. He held Drew’s head in place and thrust just slightly, then harder because he couldn’t fucking help it and because the way Drew moaned around his cock when he did it wasincredible.
Meanwhile, Drew’s hand was moving beneath the cursed towel, stroking himself to the rhythm of Bas’s thrusts, andoh, God, the connection of it - of BasinsideDrew’s mouth while Drew got them both off in synchronized movements - stole hisbreath.
It was all happening too fast - the orgasm ready to drag him under with the force of a tsunami, even before he’d told Drew about his own revelations, or put his hands on Drew… hell, before he’d gotten a single peek under that cursedtowel.
“Move the fucking towel,” he croaked. “Please. I wanna see you come. I want towatch.”
He hadn’t thought Drew’s eyes could burn any hotter, but somehow Drew managed it. He moved his hand off Bas’s thigh and stripped the towel off himself, flinging itaway.
Bas tugged on Drew’s hair, forcing his head back so Bas could get a betterview.
Andholy hellwhat a view. Drew’s cock was dark purple and - Bas swallowed -massive. His fingers ached to touchit.
But Drew was done with games. He swallowed Bas back into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue in a way that had Bas seeing stars, while his own hand jerked himself once more in a relentless rhythm. And Bas was agoner.
“Please! Oh, God, I can’t stop it.” He was pleading - loud, rough, inarticulatenoises.
For Drew to backoff.
For Drew tocontinue.
ForDrew.
ForDrew.
AlwaysforDrew.
And then before he could draw breath to scream Drew’s name, Bas came in a concussion blast of pleasure that hollowed out his mind, obliterating every wall and obstacle, every doubt and concern, until Drew was the only truthleft.
