Page 210 of Checking Out the Librarian

“I see you.”

Sucking. Licking. The finger, just a little, just what spit and pre-cum made easy, but it was shaking through him.

He was here. He was good. This was good. He needed air, more of it, because he could hear the breath heaving in and out of his chest and knew he needed more.

“My mouth.” He was panting. His tongue and lips felt dry but looked glistening in the mirror. “It’s open.”

He could hear Jonathan too, wet and sloppy sounds that filled his ears and dripped through his veins like sweet jam. His words were matching the rhythm of Jonathan’s mouth, Jonathan going deep on his cock.

His cock was so wet, so deep in Jonathan’s mouth. And now Jonathan’s finger was wetter and deeper and there.

There. Fucking there.

His mouth was open, but he couldn’t hear anything, and he maybe could see in his own throat, but he could feel in Jonathan’s throat, and that was making his head spin. The light came up fast at the edges of his vision and he reached the back of Jonathan’s throat and then pushed deeper, and he couldn’t hear but he must have said yelled some version of Jonathan’s name stretched out as long and chopped as he felt.

Jonathan.

“Connor, sweetheart.” Soft fingers trailed against his cheek.

Somehow, his naked butt had landed on the couch wrapped in the fuzziest of the blankets, the blue ombre one, with Jonathan’s body weighing it down. He turned his head to kiss those fingers.

Jonathan looked like a cat. Not a grumpy one.

“You are really very good for my ego. Very good.”

There was a compliment for him in there, so he made a rising hum in his chest that should convey approval without having to open his mouth. Words themselves, making them or choosing them, he wasn’t ready for that.

“Honestly, I sucked your brains out your cock and that is not an exaggeration. So yes, good for my ego.”

“Silly.” He felt very cuddled and that answer was enough.

“Your eyes are beautiful.” Jonathan traced a finger across his eyebrows and down his temple, looping lightly over his skin. “Like topaz or that top shelf liquor with the light behind it in an upscale bar. Such pretty eyes.”

No need to repeat that Jonathan, who was definitely the pretty one here, was clearly also the deluded one. But it was nice to be called pretty.

He tried to regret closing his eyes, because Jonathan was still looking at him, but he was warm and sleepy. Also, Jonathan was stroking just underneath his eyebrows with magic fingertips as if he was casting a spell to make Connor’s eyes flutter closed, so.

He woke when Jonathan bounced on the couch. He’d changed into his double-breasted formal pajamas, all crisp cotton and mother-of-pearl buttons, and he held a plate with two pieces of nice-looking toast. Buttered, with sea salt and sesame sprinkles.

“You need a snack.”

Jonathan was always very serious about making him eat snacks and drink water after certain types of sex and that was reason two thousand, four hundred thirty-five that they were just right.

The toast was crunchy and he was really hungry.

“I am frankly astounded at your self-restraint. Or maybe it’s obliviousness. I must really have addled your brains along with everything else.”

“Don’t be smug.” He should be. That had been an epic blow job, and he wasn’t prepared to think about it, or he’d close his eyes and roll back up in the blanket. Epic.

“But have you even noticed?” That was the trickster smirk coupled with one of those through-the-eyelashes flirty glances, but Connor couldn’t do anything about it right now, not until he finished this excellent toast. And maybe not for twenty minutes after that either.

Honestly, thirty.

“What am I supposed to—” Then he noticed the two stacks of presents on the coffee table. “Whoa.”

Jonathan bounced again.

“We have personal presents here.” He pointed to the left stack of three presents, wrapped in three shades of blue and tied with white ribbons. The one on the bottom looked like a clothing box, and then two small packages rested on top. “You can open those tonight, but the ones on the right are party presents, and I require you to wait until tomorrow. We’re having Hank, Emma, Lily, Lauren’s family, and most of the team.”