“Or we could just...make out? Roll around that amazing bed of yours?”
Ryan smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”
Damn. Fabian had gotten Ryan so close. He’d been sure of it.
Failure was never something Fabian had been able to accept easily. He knew he shouldn’t view Ryan’s orgasm as a challenge, especially after Ryan had explained to him why sex was difficult for him, but he couldn’t help it. He really,reallywanted to make Ryan come.
He wouldn’t mind coming himself either. That blowjob had really gotten him worked up, and even his near-death-by-choking-on-a-monster-cock hadn’t dampened his arousal much.
He arranged himself coquettishly on top of Ryan’s rumpled bedding, with his legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles, and one arm draped lazily over his head.
“Oh,” Ryan said. He stood at the end of the bed, knuckles white from clutching the towel he had wrapped around his waist. His eyes raked over Fabian’s body, and Fabian drank it in. He wanted Ryan’s undivided attention.
Fabian reached down and gently played with his own erection. “I’ll bet,” he said slowly, “that you’ve imagined a few things you would like to do with me.”
Ryan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yeah,” he said. It was barely above a whisper, but Fabian heard it loud and clear.
“Why don’t you come over here and tell me about them.”
Ryan’s mouth hung open for a moment, as if his brain had short circuited, and then he said, “I don’t know if I can. Tell you, I mean.”
“Then show me.”
Ryan dropped the towel and crawled onto the bed, covering Fabian’s body with his own. He kissed Fabian, hard and deep and possessive, and Fabian’s blood sang.Yes, please. Claim me. Treasure me.
“Tell me if I do something wrong,” Ryan said, then he kissed and sucked at Fabian’s neck. Fabian tilted his head back eagerly. He loved having his neck kissed.
“Fuck, that is the opposite of wrong,” Fabian said. “Love how your beard feels against my skin.”
Ryan grunted in response, which was probably the most Fabian was going to get out of him. He would love Ryan to murmur filthy things to him. God, what would that be like? He tried to imagine sweet, shy Ryan talking dirty in his soft, South Shore accent. The thought made Fabian’s dick twitch in his hand.
Good thing Fabian was chatty enough for both of them.
“I want your cock in my mouth again. Whenever you want. Open invitation. I’ve never had one so big before. I want to work up to deep throating you. I’ll bet I could do it.”
He was possibly talking total bullshit, but he really did want to try to take Ryan all the way down to the root.
“Think so?” Ryan said, then he captured Fabian’s nipple piercing in his teeth. He tugged just hard enough that a sweet jolt of pain and pleasure shot through Fabian’s body, down to his toes. He yelped, and Ryan laughed.
“You’re obsessed with that thing,” Fabian said.
“I’ve never seen one up close.”
“Well I strive to be educational.”
Ryan played with the jewelry with his tongue for another minute while Fabian writhed on the bed. He didn’t want to push him, but Fabian really wouldn’t mind some part of Ryan making contact with Fabian’s cock. Soon. He lifted his hips so his erection bumped lightly against Ryan’s chest, hoping he would take the hint.
He may have understood, or it may have been a coincidence that Ryanfinallystarted to trail kisses down Fabian’s stomach, pausing when he reached his cock.
“Can I—?”
“Yes!” Fabian practically yelled. He slapped a hand over his mouth, embarrassed. “I mean, yes. You may. Please.”
“It’s been a while, so if I don’t—”
“Ry-annnn,” Fabian whined.
Ryan’s brow furrowed as he stared at Fabian’s cock, like he was trying to figure out how to approach it. Then, mercifully, he just dove in, wrapping his lips around the head and sliding down.
