Page 71 of Not A Ghost

Roarke breathed out something that was almost like a laugh. "Closer."

Well, he was gonna take that as consent, so Thane leaned in. Two men definitely did not fit in the back seat of a truck like this, but he needed to make it work. Bracing one knee on the seat, a hand against the door by Roarke's head, and the other between Roarke's body and the back of the seat, Thane leaned down and pressed his mouth to Roarke's.

Under his lips, Roarke's mouth parted, so Thane matched him. Thankfully, the guy didn't start trying to tongue-fuck him or anything. Instead, he latched on to Thane's lower lip, and began to pull. Like with Dahlia, Thane could feel the drain, but the sensation of it was different, just like a fingerprint. Oh, he knew it was the same thing, but it seemed that everyone had their own way of doing it.

Below him, Roarke seemed to be perking up. The man moved his arm to clasp Thane's bicep. A moment later, he began to lean in, putting a little effort into the strange not-kiss they were doing. Bit by bit, Roarke changed from being on death's door to merely being weak. When he finally pulled away, he managed to shift so he could sit up on his own.

"You with us again?" Thane asked.

"Weak, but conscious," Roarke admitted. "Thank you. I honestly thought I was going to die under that tree."

Thane leaned back, allowing Roarke to move his legs, so Thane dropped down onto the opposite corner of the bench seat. "I just have one question. Did that Conway guy do this?"

Roarke ducked his head and laughed. "No, that's actually my name. Like I said, I thought I was gonna die. Yes, it's a body death, but nobody wants to spend time in the abyss. The problem is that nobody knows my name - except you now."

Thane just nodded slowly, aware that was a whole lot of trust. "Conway O'Hara, huh?" Then he pulled out his phone, opened the message, and deleted the line that said Roarke's real name. Turning the screen to show what he'd done, Thane explained, "I won't forget it, but it's not the sort of thing we want laying around." Then he held out his arm. "Revitalized enough to bite through skin? Because I know you aren't totally good yet."

Roarke pushed Thane's hand down. "You might regenerate your vitality faster than most people, but that's not the same as blood volume. No different than flesh. Of those, you have a limited amount." His eyes dropped to Thane's lap pointedly. "But there are other options."

"Uh..."

Roarke shifted forward, rolling onto his knees, and pressed one hand over Thane's knee. "I can drink your blood if you prefer. It's not my favorite meal, and I'm pretty sure you have to be sick of being bit by now. Look, lean back, close your eyes, and let me suck you off. Promise it's not a gay thing, it doesn't hurt, and I won't be offended if you think of Dahlia the whole time."

Thane just huffed out a laugh, but he reached for the button of his jeans, popping it open. "I'm not into guys."

"You also aren't scared of guys," Roarke pointed out. "I also kinda lied to you."

That made Thane's hands stop. "About what?"

"I told you I was straight when I was alive. It's only half true. I lived straight. I had a wife. I got a knife put between my ribs because I looked at a man the wrong way. You're not bi, Thane. You're just not scared of the fact that other people are. Now whip out your dick, let me suck you off, and then we can both go help Dahlia clean this up."

"Blow job of convenience," Thane grumbled under his breath as he finished opening his pants.

It was a little awkward to get his dick out without losing all of his clothes, but he managed. The bigger problem was that the poor thing was as limp as it had ever been. Thankfully, Roarke didn't seem to care. With one hand, he pressed Thane's chest back, encouraging him to relax against the seat. The other took Thane's embarrassingly flaccid junk and tipped it up.

Then his mouth followed. All Thane felt was heat. Doing like Roarke had suggested, he closed his eyes and tried to convince himself it was Dahlia sucking him off. They were in the backseat of his truck, messing around like teenagers. Oddly, that helped. Whatever Roarke was doing with his tongue helped even more.

The blood was quickly flowing to obey, and Roarke didn't seem bothered at all by Thane's slow start. Nope, he just began to work his lips over the entire length before swallowing his soft dick completely. Then his hand moved lower to fondle Thane's balls. Surprisingly, it felt good. Damned good. Good enough that Roarke finally had enough dick in his mouth to bob across.

And damn, did that man know how to use his mouth. Unable to help himself, Thane cracked his eyes open to see Roarke devouring him. His tongue swirled around the head. His hand added a little more pressure. His mouth, however, sucked just hard enough that Thane couldn't hold back the moan.

So he fucking gave in. If he was getting blown by a guy, then he'd just go with it. Dropping his hand onto the back of Roarke's head, he began to guide the rhythm, showing what he liked. Without hesitation, Roarke obeyed. His tongue pressed against the underside, teased that sensitive spot beneath the head, and his hand stroked in time.

There was something so erotically taboo about watching a man's lips stretch around him. Something naughty that made the good feelings a little easier to accept. That Roarke looked like he was truly into it was even sorta hot, so Thane just stopped worrying. He took, allowing his hips to flex, driving himself deeper into the man's mouth.

Yeah, that was good. That felt fucking amazing. He was in the back seat, fucking his friend's mouth, and his wife knew about it. If that wasn't some pretty hot kink, then Thane couldn't think of anything better. He also didn't want to, because his balls were so damned tight, and that pressure was building, waiting to explode.

Habit made him want to say something, warning before he lost control, but he knew better. Eidolon always swallowed. Roarke wanted the payout. Thane just had to take it. If all he had to do to heal Roarke from whatever the fuck had happened out there was this? It was a good deal for both of them, and Thane was certainly not complaining.

"Faster," he demanded.

Roarke readily complied, sliding his mouth from tip to base in time with his hand, swallowing every single inch. Thane felt himself right at the back of Roarke's throat. He could feel the pressure of the man's cheeks as he sucked, trying to take more. The best part, though, was that sensual caress under his skin that came with the pull of his vitality, binding them together in some way that couldn't be explained.

Then Roarke's hand moved down, cupping Thane's balls and sliding back. Slick from his own spit, his fingers glided so nicely, moving back further and further. Thane shifted, angling his hips to give access, and Roarke pressed his middle finger right against the pucker of Thane's ass. Thane's hips bucked, driving himself deep into Roarke's mouth, but he was rewarded with that finger making circles, teasing the pucker, and sending lightning up Thane's nerves that he'd never felt before.

And he came. Hard. Letting out a deep groan, Thane pulled Roarke's mouth all the way down, spilling into the back of his mouth without trying to pull his hand away. He couldn't think, couldn't decide if this was amazing or horrifying. All he knew was that his balls kept pumping until they were empty, and Roarke swallowed every single drop.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he let his hands drop from Roarke's head. "Sorry," he mumbled.

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