Page 31 of Refraction

Calvin answered with a gentle, rhythmic roll of his hips and a heavy kiss that seemed intent on keeping Tucker from breathing.

Tucker found himself opening and closing his hands rhythmically, like somehow there was music again and they were dancing.

Calvin broke the kiss off and grinned at him, then slid down his body and bathed everything from the tip of his prick and the full measure of his length, before venturing around his sac and pausing when he got to the sensitive area behind his balls. There, Calvin paused, pinching the skin for a fleeting moment between fierce teeth and following up quickly with a soothing tongue.

“Oh, Jesus….” Tucker was staring, wide-eyed, but he wasn’t seeing a fucking thing but lights for a second. “You… honey.”

“Yeah. Me, honey.”

He was still focused on that sting when his cock disappeared into the damp heat of Calvin’s mouth.

“Fuck.” Tucker forced himself to focus, to watch, because he had to see this, had to see it and remember how it looked, remember Calvin’s eyes as they blazed up through the smudged makeup.

They flashed at him as Calvin circled the head once, and then again, the look part tease and part absolute hunger. Calvin’s fingers wrapped around the base, and then those eyes slid closed as his needy cock disappeared down Calvin’s throat.

His fingers curled into fists, tearing into the sheets as he fought the scream that wanted out. Tucker could feel the way Calvin swallowed around him, the pressure making lights flash behind his eyes.

Calvin’s fingers worked him as well, moving up his shaft and back down again in tandem with Calvin’s mouth, keeping the friction constant and the rhythm unrelenting.

He spread wider, knees drawing up to cradle Calvin as he sucked in one breath after another. Tucker could hear himself babbling, but none of it made sense, even in his own ears.

Calvin’s flat hot tongue scrubbed him, and the head of his cock bumped up against Calvin’s soft palate as the strokes grew quicker and more shallow. He felt a sweet burn all the way up through his belly as Calvin’s fingers moved to his balls to roll and squeeze and then give them a light tug.

He tried to gasp out his warning, but it came out as a wild cry, a single sob that dissolved into fucking stars as he poured himself out, offering Calvin all he had.

“Mmmm.” He could feel Calvin’s throat working, and Calvin’s smug little hum vibrated through him, the attention continuing long after he was spent.

“Magic. I swear. Pure fucking joy, you.” He could curl inside Calvin and stay.

That lithe body crawled back up and over him. Calvin’s eyes looked into his, the makeup around them so perfectly smudged it almost seemed deliberate. “I love how you loved that. I know that sounds weird, but… and I mean I usually enjoy giving head, but that was different. You just… made me love that.”

“Good. Good, stay? Please?”

Calvin leaned over him and whispered, “Can’t say no when you say please, tiger.”

“I’ll remember that.” He drew Calvin close, took a gentle kiss. “Thank you for tonight, honey. You rock my world.”

Calvin settled in against Tucker, pillowing his head on Tucker’s shoulder. “You’re a brilliant artist, Tucker. I know I’m not the only one that saw that. But I am the only one that got to polish belt buckles with you, so I’m going to sleep a happy man tonight.”

“Good.” He flushed hard, the words honoring him down to the bone. “Best damn opening in history.”

“Well, it was my first and only, so I’ll have to take your word on that, but I thought it was loads of fun. Tell me again that you’re really not leaving town tomorrow.”

“I’m not leaving. I need to stay.” The universe had told him, had been whispering since he’d met Calvin, had seen those warm eyes.

Calvin sat up, kissed him, and pulled away, smiling. “I’m going to wash up. Say goodbye to the raccoon.” Calvin patted his belly, slid out of bed, and giggled all the way to the bathroom.

He made himself get the covers pulled back, bring another water to the bed. Oh, juice. He devoured an orange juice, feeling it splash down into his belly.

“I stole the weird little travel toothbrush that was in the complimentary-kit thing.” Calvin emerged from the bathroom, looking fresh and young, skin scrubbed a little pink. “And I used some of your shaving cream to get the makeup off too. Hope that’s cool.”

“Does that work? That’s pretty damn neat.” God, Calvin was lovely.

“It totally does. You have to really keep your eyes closed, though, because it stings like a bitch if it gets in them.” Calvin picked up his water and took a big sip, then pulled his phone out of a pocket in his kilt. “Just have to text Timmy, sorry. One sec.”

“Do you need a charger?” Tucker thought he could watch the way Calvin’s ass moved for an eternity.

“You have an extra lightning cable?” Calvin paced the length of the room, thumbs hitting the screen like heavy rain on a windowpane, and didn’t seem to notice Tucker was watching. Just tap tap tap. “Timmy says hello, but he’s worried that I’m in a stranger’s hotel room. Funny he thinks you’re still a stranger. You’ll have to be careful. He knows your room number now.”

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