“N-no.”
“Because just so you know, this is how I want to die. Impaled on your cock.”
Joe burst out laughing and none of it was helping with the ‘not boyfriend’ experience. He leaned his head on Percy’s shoulder, and Percy accepted the sweetly embarrassed gesture with a peck on his cheek. “What are you shy about? You should have a license to carry that thing.”
“Percy…” It was all he could think to murmur.
Percy’s tone came back honey-like. “You’re gorgeous. Every bit of you.”
Joe turned his head to meet Percy’s lips. He closed his eyes and settled on the conclusion that anything that happened after that moment was simply the cream on top. He didn’t tell Percy that in all his wildest fantasies, which weren’t particularly wild, he’d never once imagined a man saying that to him. He was falling for Percy so hard and so fast there wasn’t a thing capable of stopping him.
Percy returned his kisses in full, and Percy had that hand on his underwear again. “May I?”
Joe gave a little nod, his forehead against Percy’s, his eyes locked onto Percy’s, and he took in a shaky breath at the first touch. Percy’s hot hand slid to the base of his cock, smashing a burst of pleasure into every nerve. He ran his fingers over Joe’sballs, and traced them back up, enclosing the crown briefly, then wrapping his hand around for a firm stroke.
Joe’s lips parted at the new sensation. It was nothing like his own hand. It was nothing like he’d ever imagined it could be.
“Am I the first?” Percy’s hot breath drifted over Joe’s lips, mingling with the desperate sigh that broke free.
“Yes.”
He quickened his strokes. “You saved it for me.”
Something about that notion was like fire to both of them. There had always been men. He’d liked some of them. He’d wanted some of them. But no one else had drawn him to their house in the middle of the night to beg them to be his first. And there he was on Percy’s floor, under Percy’s firm command, with the storm raging outside and his head on Percy’s shoulder, which felt just exactly like a boyfriend’s shoulder. It had all the hallmarks of fate or true love or some great romance, and Joe let himself believe, if only for the night, that’s exactly what it was. “I’ve saved it for you.”
Percy let out a groan that was exactly like pure and perfect sex in one warm utterance, and he moved his hand expertly over Joe’s dick, and Joe’s pleasure built and built, too fast and too strong, and on a shuddering gasp of air, Joe came right there in the palm of Percy’s hand.
“Fuck,” he whispered—a choked sound that was shattering pleasure and crushing embarrassment all at once, because, all things considered, it had only been six or so strokes.
“Fuck,” Percy agreed, and Joe didn’t know what to do or say. Percy’s vast experience (he imagined), Percy’s expectations for him (he also imagined), and the whole thing up in smoke right then and there. His great, romantic dream, over.
It was a lot that went through Joe’s mind in the space of roughly three seconds before Percy could finish his thought. “Fuck. You’re incalculably sexy.”
“In…cal…”
“Incalculably.” Percy’s hand didn’t stop. It only moved more smoothly now, slick with Joe’s cum. He climbed onto his knees and leaned over to kiss Joe, and he was panther-like. He was sleek and beautiful and intent like an animal with its eyes on its prey. He pressed Joe back to the floor and his strong hands wrenched Joe’s pants below his hips and Percy sank Joe’s enormous cock deep into his beautiful mouth.
It was a baptism of fire. Or, perhaps more correctly, a baptism of cum.
Percy’s mouth on Joe’s dick felt exactly like a warm hug from God, only a thousand times more rapturous.
The sound of Percy’s wet mouth was shocking. The intensity of the sensation was appalling. The vision, like nothing he had ever seen, the most beautiful man on the planet, he was quite sure, down on his hands and knees driving Joe’s ever-hardening cock into another orgasm, which wasn’t an outcome that had even occurred to Joe. Best of all though, was the way Percy groaned, the little noises he made above the sound of his mouth, the way he took Joe’s cock like it was a treat. Like it was a gift. Like he couldn’t get enough of Joe—Joe’s dick, Joe’s cum, and Joe, who he looked up at likehewas the most beautiful man on earth. Whose embarrassment was completely obliterated and replaced with sheer ecstasy.
Percy worked Joe’s dick like it was his god-given mission to show Joe the light. And that’s exactly what he did.
It was as though a thousand fingers of ecstasy were dragging over every inch of skin—as though his insides were nothing but beauty and grace—as though everything in existence had disappeared but him and Percy and this one rapturous moment of sheer ecstatic freedom and guiltless, beautiful pleasure. Joe came deep and hard in Percy’s mouth and Percy drank him down, every last heavenly drop.
Percy pushed himself up on his strong arms and kissed him, dragging his tongue—his tongue that had just given Joe the best orgasm of his life—across Joe’s tongue. He added a peck to his lips, and pulled back, and in Joe’s sex-hazed gaze, he was everything.
And Joe was, from that time, a new man.
CHAPTER SIX
THE BED CHAMBER
Joe seemed to be some kind of silent shell-shocked, which, judging by the expression on his face either meant he loved it, or he was going to go home and dig his cat-o’-nine-tails out of the bottom drawer and have a very long night. So Percy said, “Turns out my mouth’s much bigger than I thought it was.”
Joe’s laugh was alarmingly beautiful. Alarming, because hearing it gave Percy the sort of proud satisfaction that made him want to hear it again. Intimately. Just like they were then. So Percy gave Joe one last kiss and sat back on his haunches. “I think we should get you changed. Bathroom’s through there if you want a hot shower.”
