Page 17 of Play Hard

Now, as Robert danced his tongue over the outer contours of his arsehole, Liam’s whole body shuddered, and tiny mewling sounds escaped his throat. Robert looked up to see Liam’s cheek pressed to the wall, his jaw trembling from the effort to keep quiet against this thin boundary between his flat and the neighbor’s.

Then Robert worked his tongue inside, just the tip. Liam groaned, his breath wheezing in and out.

Robert wanted more, wanted deeper. He reached for the lube he’d set on the sink. It was coconut-flavored (his favorite, and it had made his next piña colada a strangely glorious experience). Once his middle finger was slick and warm, he offered it to Liam, opening him up and evoking a louder groan. And when there was room for his tongue, he dove back in, stiffening the tip and working it as deep as he could.

“God, Rabbie…” Liam started to stroke himself. “I’m gonnae come.”

Robert caught his hand. “Not yet. I want to watch you.” He scraped his teeth over the curve of Liam’s arse. “Tell me when you cannae take it anymore. Just say ‘please,’ and then you can come.”

“Mmph.” Liam pressed both palms to the tile wall again. “On you go, then. Fuck me with your tongue. Undo me.”

Robert continued, ignoring the growing ache in his jaw. It was worth any momentary minor pain to grant himself this greatest intimacy, his mouth exploring the place which so lovingly accommodated his cock and gripped it with such fervor. It was worth it to see Liam splayed out above him, to feel his body quake, to hear his voice pitch higher, pleading with everything but words.

His own cock swelled within his jeans, so he used one hand to undo them and make an adjustment, careful not to grip himself too hard.

Liam began to urge himself against his mouth, forcing Robert to grasp his arse tight to hold him still. In response, Liam pulled back his arm, looking like he would punch the wall. “Rab…God, you’re so…fucking…”

Robert made a questioning noise, showing no mercy.

Liam let out a long, shivery moan, and at the very end he said, simply, “Please.”

Robert stopped. “Turn around.”

Liam did, staggering a bit from what seemed weak knees, then leaned back against the wall to take hold of his cock. Robert helped support his weight with one hand while the other reached beneath and fucked his arse hard with a pair of fingers.

In the bright bathroom light, Robert saw the flush rise along Liam’s fair skin, sweeping up from the center of his chest, past his collarbone, up his neck, finally to his face and ears as he crested. His cock became a fountain, splashing his own abs and Robert’s cheeks.

Liam gazed down, his breath slowing, but not by much. “I feel…so…noticed.” He gave a hasty twirl of his hand. “Up from that towel now so you can notice me sucking you off.”

Robert stood, just now realizing his knees hurt a bit. Liam knelt before him, then released his straining cock and pulled it between his lips.

Robert wanted to hold back at least a few minutes, the better to savor the pulsations of Liam’s mouth and the flicker of his red-blond lashes as he consumed every inch. But it took scarcely thirty seconds to fill that mouth with his release, clutching the edge of the sink to stop himself toppling over.

Liam was right: Robert had been sleepwalking through life for weeks. But tonight he’d felt wide, wide awake.

* * *

Liam tookcare to prepare an extra tasty breakfast for Robert the next morning, to soften his shock at the contents of the bright-green gift bag beside his plate. “Collage Challenge” and its attendant reward—Robert’s undivided attention—had been a fantastic start to their game, and Liam was ready to up the ante with Part Two.

“Ooh, pancakes and raspberries,” Robert said as he entered the kitchen, his tousled waves of brown hair still shower-damp. “Perfect for a match day.”

“With almond butter for a wee bit of protein.” Liam plonked the jar onto the middle of the table. “Don’t use a lot, though, as it’s expensive. Also I popped out and got you a proper coffee, not instant.” He displayed a large cup of the Colombian blend he knew his partner liked, the one from the corner café.

“What’s the occasion?” Robert sat at the table and noticed the bag. “Right, this. Shall I open it now?”

“Eat first.” Liam brought his own plate to the table, his skin singing with anticipation. “You might be so excited you’ll lose your appetite.”

Robert eyed him for a moment, then seized the bag and plunged his hand inside.

“I knew you couldnae resist,” Liam said.

“What the…” Robert withdrew two pairs of ladies’ knickers, the largest ones Liam could find at F&F.

“There’s two sizes. The pink one’s larger than the purple.”

“Am I to wear these to bed?”

“If you like. But first you’ll wear them during today’s match.” Liam waved his fork. “I hope the purple ones fit, to match the Warriors home kit.”

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