Page 23 of Down My Chimney

“And that’s…a good thing?” I asked, hesitant. I knewI’dnever been more turned on, but I could understand if visual evidence of what we’d done was a bridge too far for him.

But Blake just nodded, looking up at me slowly. “Can I rim you? Now?”

“You mean you want to—”

“I want to eat it out of you.”

My cock tried valiantly to get hard again. His lips were so soft, but even softer were the sweet little moans,Mmms, and sighs that he made as he tongued my hole. Like he was the one on the receiving end. I could feel his cum as it slid down my hole and I flexed a little, trying to push it out instead of hold it in

“Fuck,” he moaned, the word tickling my skin as he lapped it up.

It was ten long, perfect minutes before he pulled away, satisfied. His face was flushed when he looked at me.

“Sorry, I know that was kind of—”

“Shut up,” I interrupted. “Come here and kiss me.”

He’d wanted to taste me, and now I wanted to taste him. We were both breathless when he broke the kiss.

“You don’t think it’s gross?” he whispered.

“Why would I? You’ve eaten my ass before. And you’ve kissed me enough times after sucking me off that I know what my cum tastes like. Why would the two together be a problem?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I just didn’t want to scare you off.”

I laughed. “Blake, you couldn’t do that if you tried.”

He lay down next to me on his side, and I rolled over to face him.

“That was even better than I imagined,” he said.

“Oh, so you’ve imagined it a lot, have you?”

He laughed softly. “Did I ever tell you what made me start wondering if I was gay?”

I paused, trying to remember. “Something about a sex dream, wasn’t it?”

“With Matty,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “The first couple of dreams were just ones about blow jobs or whatever, but then I had this one about felching him and I think—I think that was the one where I realized maybe this wasn’t going away, and I needed to acknowledge it.”

My stomach tightened, but I made myself smile. “Matty, huh? He’s cute, I’ll give you that.”

Blake gave me a strange look. “I guess. But it wasn’t really about him.”

“Sounds like it might have been, if you had multiple dreams about him,” I said, still keeping my voice light. But inside, I cringed.

Of course Blake would have sex dreams about Matty. Matty was hot. He looked like Patrick Swayze in Point Break, if Patrick Swayze had been twenty at the time of filming. And he was so much more Blake’s type. They were both athletic, both confident. They both had that playful generosity that could only come from a childhood of being adored by everyone around you.

“I’m pretty sure it was just because we were rooming together,” Blake said. “So he was close at hand. It could just as easily have been about Dev, or my chemistry TA.”

I laughed again, but Blake didn’t. He ran the pad of his thumb across my cheekbone.

“Henry, I promise, it didn’t mean anything. From the minute I saw you again, I knew you were the one I wanted. I’m not interested in Matty, or anyone else.”

“Yeah, but maybe you should be,” I said. Blake looked at me askance, and I looked down, but forced myself to continue. “I’m the first guy you’ve been with. Don’t you want to try being with other guys before you settle for me?”

“Being with you isn’t settling,” he said firmly. “You get that, right?”

“Yeah, no, I know that, but—”

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