He rode Rhys’s tongue, moaning softly as the ghost-like sensation intensified. It wasn’t enough to make him come, but it pushed him closer to the precipice, dangling him over the edge and pulling him back to safety.
The click of the lube bottle pierced the air. Jevon tensed, but Rhys’s slick finger sliding home again was like a dream. No pain or discomfort, just the toe-curling strokes of a devilish old friend.
Rhys finger fucked Jevon slowly, working him open with every scissoring twist. Jevon’s groan rang out, and Rhys moaned too. “God, you’re so hot. My dick feels like it’s gonna explode.”
Jevon’s cock throbbed in sympathy. He opened his eyes and met Rhys’s stare beyond his weeping dick. His body was on fire. His chest heaved, and his skin was sheened with sweat. Rhys curled his fingers and Jevon exploded, hot come spurting out of his cock without either one of them touching it. “Fuck!”
The plummet to earth went on and on as Rhys tortured Jevon’s prostate, wringing every last shudder of pleasure from him, but eventually, it was over. Rhys’s fingers slowed and slipped out of Jevon altogether, leaving behind an emptiness that was eclipsed only by a desperate need to break Rhys into as many pieces as he had Jevon.
Panting, Jevon scrambled to his knees and pushed Rhys back on the bed. He ached to slide his fingers inside Rhys, to explore and unravel him, but his hands were shaking too much. He took Rhys in his mouth and scraped his teeth along Rhys’s length, sucking hard until Rhys gasped and threw his head back, his hips jutting forward, jamming his cock further down Jevon’s throat as he blew his load with a loud groan.
“Jesus, I’d forgotten how good you are at this. You could fucking bite me and I’d still come like a train.”
Jevon crawled up the bed, noting the theory to make use of next time, and collapsed on top of Rhys, kissing him fiercely as his own thighs still quivered. Rhys wrapped his arms around him, his legs around his waist, and it was a while before they came up for air.
Inexplicably, Jevon was hard again. He tried to hide it, but Rhys’s smirk told him he’d failed.
“There’s a beast inside you,” he said.
Jevon grinned. “One day soon.”
Laughing, Rhys rolled onto his side. “Yeah. I think I can guarantee that. Pretty shocked I didn’t put my dick in you this time.”
“So why didn’t you?”
A flicker Jevon couldn’t quite decipher passed through Rhys’s lazy, blissed-out expression. “Um, I guess I’m a bit scared.”
“Scared?” Jevon shifted to mirror Rhys’s pose and brushed imaginary hair from his face. “Of what?”
“Of messing it up for you. I didn’t have the greatest experience when I bottomed the first time, and it stayed with me enough to make things, uh, difficult for a while.”
“Did someone hurt you?”
Rhys shook his head. “Not on purpose. I think I gave them the impression I was more confident than I actually was, and things moved too fast. It put me off blokes for a bit.”
“At least you had other options,” Jevon said as lightly as he could manage around the colossal lump in his throat.I wish I’d been there. “I can’t imagine being with a woman now.”
“That might change. Sexuality has never been static for me.”
“I remember.” Of course he did. Jevon had every word Rhys had ever uttered to him mapped out on his heart. “But I really do think I’m ready, if it’s any consolation, especially after what just happened. And I wouldn’t be shy about changing my mind mid-fuck.”
Rhys sighed. “I know that, deep down, because you’re nothing like nineteen-year-old me, horny and brimming with daddy issues. I know you’re sure of your own mind and you make good decisions. It’s just hard not to judge every situation by my own shitty standards.”
“You’re not good at being kind to yourself. It’s like you don’t believe you can be happy.”
“Happy with you?”
“Happy at all.” Jevon swiped a stray bead of sweat as it trickled down Rhys’s chest. “You have to love yourself before you can love anyone else.”
“Do you?”
“Do I what? Love myself?” Jevon drew his gaze up from tracing circles on Rhys’s bare shoulder. “Absolutely.”
And he could love Rhys too. Hewouldlove Rhys if the day ever came when Rhys let him.
The conversation faded. They cleaned up in the bathroom and returned to bed. Rhys didn’t ask Jevon to stay, and Jevon didn’t offer to leave, but crawling under the covers together was as easy as breathing.
Sleep came fast for both of them, but Jevon woke early the next morning to a phone buzzing somewhere on the bed. Careful not to jostle Rhys, he sat up and felt around for the phone, coming up with Rhys’s.Huh, same ringtone.He peered at the screen. A younger, thicker-set version of Rhys stared back at him.