Tean murmured a noise of acknowledgment and took Jem’s cock into his mouth.He moved slowly, swallowing Jem in fractions of inches, his tongue pressed against Jem’s shaft to create the barest hint of friction in that warm, wet hold.He did two shallow bobs, readying himself, and then his hands spread Jem’s thighs.Whatever was left of the balm made hot spots on his skin, but Jem barely felt them, because then Tean took him deeper.
The sudden tightness made Jem move his hips involuntarily.He thrust once, twice, sliding into Tean’s throat.“Oh shit, shit, shit!”
His body tightened.He grabbed Tean’s hair.He jerked his way through a few more sloppy thrusts.And then it was over, and he slumped back, body loose enough to come apart now.
When he opened his eyes, Tean was brushing his hair into place—whatever that looked like on the doc.
“Oh shit,” mumbled Jem.
“It’s fine,” Tean said.“I’m fine.”
But Jem dropped an arm over his eyes.“Oh my God.”
Tean rubbed his leg.
“What happened?You killed me.You sucked my soul out of my dick.”
“I know that’s supposed to be a compliment, but it’s not as flattering as you think.”
“What the actual fuck, Tean?”And since Jem couldn’t think of anything else to say, he said again, “Oh my God.”
“How’s your back?”
“How’s myback?”Jem moved his arm and squinted up at the doc.Their room was still dark, and Tean was a shadow.“Get up here.I want to do terrible things to you.”
Tean let Jem pull him in for a kiss.Tean tasted like come, and he smelled like menthol and whatever else was in that balm.But when they separated, he said, “I’m good.”
“What do you mean, you’re good?”
“I’m okay.I don’t think I’m going to get off tonight.”
“Why not?What’s wrong—” Nutting always made him stupid, which was why Jem was most of the way through the question before he could stop himself.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Okay.Right.Yeah, that’s not what I meant.I just meant—is everything okay?”
“Yes.”
“Did you not like doing that?”
“Of course I liked doing it.I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to do it.”
Really, that stupid part of Jem almost said.Even if you had to drink Everclear first?
Aloud, he managed to say, “I know.”
“I wanted to do that for you.”
“Okay.I mean, thank you.”But it came out more like a question because Jem had never actually thanked anyone for a BJ before.
“I’m just not—I just don’t feel like it tonight,” Tean said.
“Okay.”And this voice in Jem’s head said,Okay, okay, okay, is that all you can fucking say?“If you ever don’t want to, you know, fool around, though—”
“I said I wanted to.”
Finally, Jem nodded.