Up and down, round and round, over the crest, into the slit, saliva and precome lubricating his way, his tongue caressed every part of Kaden’s cock while Joe played squeeze and release with his other hand. It fascinated him how excited it made his own cock. How was he supposed to hold back from coming? He told himself not to. That didn’t appear to be working. He clenched his muscles. Nor that.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” Kaden whispered. “So good. Jalis!”
Joe wished it was the name he liked best coming from Kaden’s mouth. When Kaden called himJoethat would mean he remembered. He sucked along the line of Kaden’s shaft, then took his balls in his mouth.Oh this is fun. Slippery and fragile.Everything Joe did that made Kaden moan, he did again. And when Kaden’s hips bucked and Joe took more of him into his mouth than he’d intended, he opened his throat and let Kaden push deeper.
“I’m gonna come.”
Joe moved his mouth up and down on Kaden’s cock in a steady rhythm. He felt the tightening in Kaden’s balls, the slight change in his cock and understood that Kaden was close. So was he. There was a sharp prickle at the back of his head, a buzz running down his spine. With his mouth full of cock, he lookedup to see Kaden staring down at him, wide-eyed and breathing heavily.
“If you don’t…want to swallow…”
Of course I do.
Kaden’s cock brushed the back of Joe’s throat and as he pulled back slightly, warm liquid gushed into his mouth. A moment later, Joe came too.Oh wow, oh wow!He looked back up at Kaden who was staring at him through half-open eyes, and finally let his cock fall from his lips. Kaden wiped a fleck of come from the edge of Joe’s mouth and brought it to his lips.
“You are definitely dangerous,” Kaden said.
~~~
The first thing Kaden learned about axe throwing was that the axes were heavier than he thought they’d be.
“If I lose a toe, tell my dad I died doing something brave,” he whispered.
The second thing he learned was that it lookedmucheasier on Insta.
He’d listened to the instructions but his axe only flew forwards about a metre. And using the wordflewwas generous. It flopped onto the ground well short of the target.
Kaden put more effort into the next throw and hit the target. Not in the area to score, but it was a hit. As Jalis cheered, the axe slumped backwards and fell to the ground as if it had reconsidered its life choices and decided embedding itself in anything was not happening today. The third axe missed entirely and Kaden could only hope there was nothing fragile five feet to the left of the large wooden stand.How could I miss hitting that?
The third thing Kaden learned was that nothing bonded people faster than realizing they could absolutely not survive an apocalypse unless they had a Jalis on their side.
Of the three groups of two signed up for the experience, only Jalis had hit the target every time. In the middle. He was so fast, Kaden barely had time to blink before he’d thrown the second and third axe. Kaden almost expected to see each axe embedded in its predecessor. And no, he was not going to volunteer for Jalis to chop an apple in half from his head, though he could probably do it.
“Wow,” one of the instructors said. “You’ve clearly done this before.”
He’d told Kaden he hadn’t.
Jalis just smiled. For a guy who looked as if a slight wind would knock him over, he was strong.
Somewhere between terrible throws and wildly undeserved high-fives, on Kaden’s part at least, things shifted. The six of them were cheering for each other like it mattered. When one of them other than Jalis finally landed a solid hit, they celebrated as if the guy had just won an Olympic medal instead of mildly inconveniencing a huge wooden target. And somehow, Jalis was the glue that held the group together.
By the end of the session, Kaden’s arm was sore and his aim still questionable, but he had lots of material for an article. It was a good thing he didn’t feel threatened by someone who was better than him at apparentlyeverything.Why did he think that Jalis could probably swim like a fish? Harris would have been furious if Kaden had been better than him at anything. It wasn’t unknown for Kaden to deliberately lose to avoid Harris’ bad temper.
“That was fun,” Jalis said. “Thank you for taking me.”
They walked out, their fingers brushing. The last thing that Kaden had learnt was the most important. There was no way he’d have had fun doing this with anyone other than the guy at his side. Someone who cheered and had something positive tosay even when Kaden missed the target entirely was someone to be cherished.
It was early evening when they got back. Kaden had taken the post from the box downstairs and handed two letters to Jalis. As he rushed to open them, Kaden chuckled. “You’re like a child opening birthday cards.”
“What are they?”
Kaden gaped at him. “How do you not know what birthday cards are?”
Jalis paused as he pulled out the contents of one of the envelopes. “I never had any.”
Oh my God. Where the hell is he from?
“Look!” Jalis held up his ID and gulped. “I’m real now.”
