Page 17 of Steam

Yeah, no, I have a ridiculous hard-on in your living room because I don’t want you to touch my cock.

Barrett nodded and hipped up as Josh swept his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles unceremoniously. Christ, was this really going to happen? Josh traced fingertips gently up his length and yes, it most definitely was.

Josh didn’t waste a damn minute, playing the tip of his tongue up the underside of Barrett’s cock. He shuddered at the teasing contact.

After that, he started with dry lips on skin, each kiss escalating imperceptibly as more layers of stimulation came into play—pressure and noise and wetness. A silent kiss at the base of his balls, a quiet kiss against the skin of his inner thigh, a brushing kiss against his shaft. The room was silent except for them, Josh’s mouth working and Barrett panting.

Josh wet his lips and started again, following the same path with a measured pace.

Barrett hadn’t been lying. This wasn’t something he normally did—but didn’t he deserve it after the extended tease of his last almost-relationship with Vance? It had to be okay for him to give into this moment, this living goddamn fantasy where the pianist of his dreams wanted to blow him within the first half hour of knowing him.

As Josh sank down around him, he decided that yes, in some weird cosmic way, he had earned this.

* * *

Sometimes Josh’smind wandered when he was giving head.

Not that day.

This is art, he joked in his own mind.

Barrett was an appreciative audience, after all. Josh owed him a good performance.

Josh sucked pink marks into Barrett’s thighs and then watched them disappear before flattening his tongue, holding Barrett firmly by the base, and painting a slow, broad stripe with his tongue that started at the thin skin of Barrett’s balls and only stopped when he had his first taste of precum.

Barrett whined like he was in pain and Josh chanced a glance up, seeing that Barrett was watching him intently. Josh basked in the moment, not afraid to keep the performance going, moving the taste on his tongue to the front of his mouth and visibly savoring it before swallowing and wetting his lips again. Barrett flushed high on his cheeks, eyebrows knit over brown eyes that might’ve been fighting not to look desperate.

The thin line of his mouth was a dead giveaway, though. Josh was taking him apart and he’d only barely started.

He spat into his hand to slick him. At the first full stroke, Barrett’s cock throbbed against his palm and he let out a sigh that sounded half-relieved. Josh twisted slowly, appreciating every plane with his fingers, careful not to establish a rhythm. He continued to stroke him unevenly as he dipped to kiss loud and wet against Barrett’s inner thigh.

Barrett hummed and stilled, his breaths punctuated by rolling little moans that ebbed and flowed as Josh moved, worrying the skin with his teeth in some places and lapping gently at others.

As his hand started to go tacky, he moved his mouth back to Barrett’s cock, stroking patterns against the shaft with his tongue until he was slick again. He gave equal attention to every area but the head until he could tell it was becoming less interesting and then—only then—he mouthed gently over Barrett’s tip, all soft, sliding lips.

Barrett issued a soft, “Oh my God,” and the piano bench creaked beneath him.

Josh did it again and again, taking him deeper with each stroke of his mouth until he was willing the back of his throat to relax. Barrett fell into an undignified mantra of fuck, fuck, fuck, as Josh’s crawling pace finally had him swallowing down Barrett’s whole length, fighting the instinct to gag and pressing the tip of his nose into the bottom of Barrett’s belly.

Barrett rolled his hips up off the bench and Josh pulled off just as gradually as he’d sunk down.

“Anyway, welcome to the neighborhood,” Josh said with a smile, enjoying the wrecked expression on Barrett’s face.

“Jesus,” Barrett said, sighing. “You’re the best welcome wagon ever.”

* * *

The sightof Josh sitting back on his heels was incredible, his mouth ruddy and slicked, eyes sleepy with lust. Somehow the fantasy Barrett had created of him didn’t even come close to the reality.

Josh started again, swallowing down around him even as his slicked hand twisted around Barrett’s base. Barrett stopped bracing himself against the piano with one hand, was willing to deal with the risk of toppling backwards into the keyboard if it meant he could run his fingers through Josh’s messy hair.

He knew he was panting, squirming, but it all felt so good. Hopefully Josh got off on a partner who was strung out and needy because Barrett hadn’t felt so desperate for release in a long goddamn time.

As he tangled his fingers through Josh’s hair, the other man’s grip on him went slack. Barrett realized it was an invitation to move and he wasted no time, holding Josh softly as he thrust up into the slick heat of his mouth. The pleasure he felt as he watched his cock disappear between two perfect lips was bordering on the absurd.

”Josh, I’m going to—“

But Josh just hummed, didn’t move to sit back—and after a moment, he swallowed deep around Barrett. It pushed him over the edge abruptly and he was coming all at once, still hipping up into Josh’s willing mouth and making noises he only barely recognized as his own as pleasure blossomed through his body, as he pulsed against Josh’s throat. Josh kept pace, moving hot and tight around Barrett until the other man had nothing left to give and guided him gently off.

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