Jax continued to swirl his tongue, using his skills and his piercing to get louder and louder muffled cries out of Tristan until the cock between his stretched lips became rock hard. That’s when Jax started pumping his hand, simultaneously increasing the suction, wanting to bring them over together.
“Jax,” Tristan began to curl, and Jax hummed again. He’d smile if he could, but Tristan’s dick was plugging him up nicely. He couldn’t wait to sit on it.
A second later, Tristan gasped like he couldn’t find any air and shot down Jax’s throat. Jax swallowed it all greedily, the clean, almost-sweet taste that was undeniably Tristan sending him over the edge. Groaning, he cameacross the ground, and for a few seconds, there wasn’t any pain. There was only bliss, and Jax rode it until his body ripped him back into reality.
Shaking his sticky hand, Jax let Tristan’s cock go, quickly kissing the tip, and when he looked up, he tried not to laugh.
With blown pupils and flushed cheeks, Tristan looked downright dismantled, and Jax felt like he’d achieved his goal.
“T-That was-” Shaking his head as if to clear it, Tristan quickly tucked himself back in as Jax did the same, but then he bent over, grasping Jax under the arms. But he didn’t pull or move, he just waited. “Need help up?”
“Actually?” Jax let out a breath. “Yeah.”
Easily helping Jax to his feet, Tristan held him until he shook out his legs and made sure they weren’t asleep. Once Jax could stand on his own, Tristan’s hands cupped his face instead, pulling him in for a thorough kiss that demonstrated Tristan’s thanks. When they parted, it took a moment for Jax to float back down.
“So, how did you carry all that weight for two thousand miles?” Jax broke the silence, gesturing toward the monster that he’d just had in his mouth.
Tristan blinked and then tossed his head back with a laugh.
“Two thousand, one hundred, and ninety-seven miles!” he corrected with his index finger in the air. “And, um, thank you? Am I supposed to say that?”
“You can say that.” Jax angled his head toward the main trail, and they shuffled forward, still dazed.
“I’ll have to return the favor.”
Imagining Tristan on his knees sucking cock almost made Jax stumble, but before he could take another step, fingers brushed against his, and he immediately held Tristan’s hand.
“Is this taking it slow?” Jax asked lightly.
“Are blowjobs in the woods taking it slow?” Tristan grinned back.
“Maybe.” Reaching the main trail, they turned right, heading back to the parking lot, and Jax almost stumbled again, his limbs more noodly than usual after an orgasm. “By the way, you’re already helping me calm down.”
“I can help more with that,” Tristan said breezily. “What do you do torelax?”
“Take four fun gummies and sleep,” Jax joked, swinging their joined hands.
“Not really what I meant.” Tristan’s small chuckle was tantalizing. And why was Jax still slightly hard? He needed to calm down and have a conversation like a non-horny person.
“Even before the whole back thing, I wasn’t into relaxing.” Jax squinted up at the sky, distracting himself from the warm hand around his and how comforting it felt, like he’d held this hand before and it had only brought good things. “I used to go to the gym, then class, and then to a club until dawn.”
“Ah,” Tristan said softly.
“Being on the dance floor, feeling the beat in your throat, and becoming the song?” Jax glanced at Tristan with a wry smile. “That made me feel as alive as cooking does, but I can’t do that anymore. Actually, I don’t know what I do to relax. Scroll on my phone?”
“What about bubble baths? Or meditation?” Tristan squeezed Jax’s hand.
“Tubs would be problematic for me. And I did a guided meditation video on YouTube once. It made me angry.”
Tristan chuckled. “It’s not supposed to do that.”
“Yeah, I was pretty sure that wasn’t the point.” Clicking his tongue barbell against his teeth, Jax swung their arms again.
“Your tongue ring is impressive.” Tristan quickly checked Jax’s knuckles, even though the wound had healed. “Do you have tattoos?”
“What makes you ask?” Jax teased. “Is it all the piercings?” They came around a bend, and Jax could see the parking lot up ahead.
“Most of the chefs I’ve worked with have tattoos,” Tristan squeezed his hand.
