Page 86 of Refraction

“You know, tiger, I’m not working for a month at least, did I tell you?” He was little breathless, enjoying the rush and the intimacy. “I’m taking a break.”

“Are you? Does that mean I can leave a mark?” Tucker glanced up from teasing his nipple.

He laughed. He loved that Tucker knew just where he was going with that, and that he sounded so interested. “Yeah, baby. You can leave as many as you like.”

“It’s like painting you with my mouth.”

“Oh man. That sounds pretty hot.” The image in his head was, anyway. “Everything is art to you, I love that. Everything has potential.” People on the streets in New York, emotions in Tucker’s heart, Calvin’s skin, the rainbow of color in that disgusting cereal. All of it.

“Some things are bigger, honey. This we have is bigger.”

“Bigger than your art?” It wasn’t like it was a competition, he didn’t mean that, but Tucker’s art was so necessary for him, ingrained, and it had been with Tucker much longer than he had.

“Yes. I can’t paint this. I don’t have the form language for what you make me feel. It’s amazing.” Tucker’s mouth fastened on the spot right above his nipple.

“Like the ice… skating. Oh… mmm.” He sighed and arched into the pressure. “Tiger.”

The suction was strong and steady, Tucker relaxing into it. Soft hums vibrated his skin, leaving him dizzy.

He’d been working constantly since he was seventeen. He hadn’t allowed a mark on him that wasn’t fake tattooing or makeup in all that time except for one or two random accidents and one nasty run-in with a bike messenger.

He inhaled slowly, matching Tucker’s steady suction, and exhaled with a soft moan. “Feels good. Makes me… muzzy.” Made him feel high.

Tucker smiled and kept pulling with steady rhythm, one hand sliding up and down, stroking Calvin’s belly, his hip, his cock.

“Fuck.” He reached out, one hand wrapping tightly around the back of Tucker’s neck as his whole being leaned into the touch. His hips rolled gently, and his carefully sculpted ab muscles rippled. “Your hands are so hot.” Burning. Searing. “Oh God.”

Tucker kept feeding him one sensation after another, driving him higher and making him want to scream with how they layered.

It wasn’t long before the sensations grew confusing. There were places where the lightest touch became painful, and others that tickled so intensely he couldn’t decide whether to giggle or moan, and ended up letting both out at once. He sought out other contact too—feet, thighs, any way he could make a connection.

Finally he lost his grounding completely, perspective just pulling up stakes and floating away.

Tucker had him and obviously intended to keep him.

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