Rakos pauses to kiss his cockhead. “I’m not sucking your cock topreventyou from coming.”
“Asshole.” Bellamy throws his head back and ruts into Rakos’s mouth.
Tension coils through him, twisting, tightening. Rakos rocks back on his heels, baring almost all of Bellamy’s cock, and sucks with brutal sweetness on just the head. Bellamy chokes out a cry and arches, pushing bare centimeters farther into Rakos’s furnace of a mouth.
Rakos holds Bellamy in place as he unravels, until the last drop of seed spills onto Rakos’s tongue.
Bellamy nearly falls over when Rakos releases his hips. But before he can falter, Rakos surges to his feet. Slamming Bellamy against the crates so hard the wood creaks, he seals their lips together. Bellamy moans into the slick taste of his own seed melting on Rakos’s tongue. He clutches Rakos’s shirt, helpless, as Rakos desperately unfastens his own trousers.
Offering to lend a hand would be fair. Dropping to his own knees would be gentlemanly. But Rakos must be as desperate as Bellamy, and after only a moment, he buries his face in Bellamy’s shoulder to shudder through his own release.
The enclosed space falls quiet, and a lazy, sated warmth surrounds them. A dazed delight. Bellamy finds himself entirely unworried about…
He can’t even think of what he isn’t worried about. This moment is enough.
“I’ll reciprocate next time,” Bellamy says after a while.
Rakos’s amusement vibrates through his entire body. “That’s a lot of syllables for cocksucking. And who’s subtly angling for a second date now?”
“Not subtle.” Bellamy bites his lip on a new moan as Rakos sucks a bruise into his neck. “I’m explicitly saying I want to blow you. In a casual, noncommittal sort of way. Is that a problem?”
Rakos kisses up his jaw, to the corner of his lips. Presses his forehead against Bellamy’s. The smile in his voice is clear in the darkness: “That’s fine by me, sweetheart.”
***
Bellamy wakes up on top of Rakos again. This time, he knows exactly where he is. Exactly whose bare chest rises and falls beneath him.
Exactly whose hip his morning erection is pressing against.
Bellamy exhales and carefully sits up. Temptation urges him to lie back down. He could throw his leg over Rakos and kiss him awake. Release the morning’s tension in a reprise of last night’s bliss.
Except Bellamy wants that too much. The sunlit warmth in his heart is far too sweet. Bellamy needs to step back. Breathe. Keep this casual.
“Are you watching me sleep again?” Rakos murmurs without opening his eyes.
“No,” Bellamy answers immediately.
“Little liar.” Rakos rubs his eyes and sits up. “Come here.”
This is a mistake,Bellamy thinks as Rakos’s hand slides into his hair. As Rakos’s lips slide against his, dry and barely-there. More intimately comfortable than heated. But that’s the point. Bellamy leans into the kiss. It’s all right to make mistakes.
Flushed pink, Bellamy dresses and leaves the wagon first. The long wyrmskin coat sways around his legs, even more comfortable than before. Dawn is still fragile on the horizon, and only the workers are up preparing for the day ahead. Most passengers haven’t stirred.
Except Teodor’s slim dark figure, crouched over a tea kettle at Petunia’s fire pit.
Bellamy approaches, noting Teodor’s haggard expression. His hair is lank and uncombed, the shadows beneath his eyes stark against his light brown skin. Judging from the ragged stitching, his coat might be inside out.
“Are you all right?” Bellamy asks.
Teodor points at the rising sun. “I’m up before noon. Of course I’m not all right. But it’s Petunia’s day off, so I have to drive the fucking wagon.”
“Oh. I won’t bother you, then.”
“You can stay or whatever. There’s plenty of tea.”
As they wait for the water to boil, Bellamy wonders how Teodor manages it. Separating intimacy from feelings. Clearly, he doesn’t feel much attachment to his clients—or anyone. But is that because they’re all just a job? Would it be more difficult with clients Teodor was attracted to, or does he manage to keep business and pleasure separate even when his business is pleasure?
“I charge by the quarter hour,” Teodor says out of nowhere.