He threw his head back, arching into me, and then wrapped his legs around my hips. I pressed him down so he couldn’t move, then reluctantly lifted my head to look him in the eye. His pupils were blown, the black all but swallowing up the blue, and with the flush to his face and the swollen lips, I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“You wanna get off?” I murmured, moving one hand up to tip his chin back, the other down to his waistband.
“Yessss,” he whined.
I made quick work of lowering his sweatpants, but when I reached down to open my jeans, he batted my hands away to take care of it himself. I couldn’t help but watch his slim fingers working the button and zipper, then fishing my dick out of the opening in my boxers. I didn’t waste time lining us up and gripping us both together. His cock was slender but long, as pale as the rest of him though the head was looking decidedly purple. I wanted my mouth on it, which wasn’t a surprise since I loved giving oral to my partners. But that would have to wait. We were both too on edge.
It took a minute for me to find the right grip and rhythm that worked for us both. The slide would have been better with some lube, but it didn’t take long for the pre cum we were leaking to ease the way. Then Oak’s hand joined mine, and I stared into his eyes as we climbed higher, chasing that orgasm.
Oak went tense, his breaths turning to harsh pants, and I doubled down on the effort. With a loud moan, he came, and I kept stroking, using his cum as lube to bring myself off as well. It took me another minute, maybe two, before I held my breath and added to the mess between us. I couldn’t quite catch my breath when I was done, and my arm was shaking from holding me up.
“Fuck,” Oak swore, but then laughed, the good kind of sound that meant he was giddy. I chuckled too, and tried to collapse sideways, even though there wasn’t much room. Oak wasn’t having it, guiding me to rest on him. Our cum squished between us, the clothes doing a decent job of keeping it off our skin.
Oak scratched my scalp. “Yeah. I like messy.”
I kissed his sternum, a little bit mad at the shirt in the way. We hadn’t even gotten naked, and skin on skin was one of my favorite things. Oh well. Next time.
No, wait. There couldn’t be a next time. Aw, goddammit. This just complicated things further. As soon as my breathing slowed to normal, I said, “Oak, look—”
“Shhhh.”
I lifted my head, peering at him to find him goofily grinning back. “Did you just shush me?”
“I did.” He nodded rapidly, the grin growing. “You were going to say something stupid. You liked it, right?”
“Of course I did. You’re fucking delectable. But—”
“Shhhhh. No buts.” He slid his hands into my hair again and when he tugged, I went more than willingly. The chaste kisses turned into a little more, something with a bit more heat, but not enough to get either one of us worked up again. “It doesn’t have to be a whole thing, Law. Just enjoy it.”
Part of my brain wanted to argue. To put firm boundaries in place that neither of us could cross again. But the rest of my brain was cum dumb, and I just gave in. For tonight, forthe moment, we could just be two men who had a very mutually satisfying orgasm. The rest would sort itself out.
Chapter 16
Oak
Idon’t think I’d ever come that hard before. I’d fooled around some at college, but having a bigger body, an older man bringing me off while his gaze burned with how attractive he found me? That was the stuff. Damn.
Of course I’d heard I was good looking before. I was on the pretty side of the scale when it came to how men looked. As a kid, I’d heard how my big blue eyes were so lovely and how my super blond hair made my eyes pop even more.
I don’t know what point those became bad things for a boy to have. When I didn’t turn into someone more masculine once puberty was well underway, I heard the whispers. People at the temple, my own family.
Then at college my looks became something more positive again. If I wanted to experiment, I could. I was too fucked up by my upbringing to do it much, though.
And so lying there under Law’s big, strong body while he looked as if he wanted to devour me whole? Yeah. We needed to do this again.
After a breather, we got cleaned up and a slight awkwardness settled in. Trying to think quick, I asked if he wanted to stay. When he seemed relieved that I’d asked, I suggested instant noodles andSchitt’s Creekon the couch, to which Law readily agreed. Salem joined us, and it hit me that the poor boy hadseen things.
“Oh shit. Did we just corrupt your nephew?” I asked, wide-eyed.
Law snorted a laugh. “Knowing how liberated my brother is these days and what kind of a guy your uncle is, I don’t think we can show him much that he hasn’t seen already.”
I made a mildly disgusted face. “Dude, that’s a bit too much.”
“Well, you asked!” He grinned and put his empty bowl on the coffee table. “Besides, I’ve been conditioned by the kids to answer questions I’m asked. We always want to answer any of theirs.”
I smiled a bit wistfully. “I wish that’d be my childhood.”
He pulled me to his side, noodle bowl and all. “I’m sorry your parents are shitty.”
