Page 140 of Slew Foot
“We’ll have to keep an ear out for Tanner coming back,” he warned. “Well, you will, because I might miss it.”
“I will, I promise,” Rafe said, looking up at him with big eager eyes Mickey couldn’t resist.
So Mickey threaded a hand through Rafe’s hair and guided his head toward his cock. His lashes fluttered closed at the same time as he carefully sucked Mickey in, and Mickey felt a wash of tender appreciation for him.
Rafe was everything Mickey had ever wanted, and more.
“Sometimes I wonder if I deserve you,” he whispered.
A frown flickered across Rafe’s face, but he didn’t stop the soft, barely perceptible suction or even open his eyes.
“You’re so …” Mickey struggled to find the right word. It was easier in German. Easier to explain the feelings in his native tongue. Sometimes English felt solimited. But he pressed on anyway, whispering how wonderful Rafe was, how he wanted to spend the rest of his life showing Rafe that.
Promising he’d never, ever take that for granted. That he saw Rafe’s devotion and cherished it.
He admitted how it ate at him sometimes, late in the night when the infernal ringing kept him awake, staring at the ceiling and contemplating his uncertain future, that fear he would lose Rafe.
With Rafe looking up at Mickey through his lashes with his cock in his mouth, Mickey could admit how scared he was that his career was over.
When he did that now, Rafe made a sad, worried noise around him. Mickey soothed him, brushing his thumb across Rafe’s cheek, struck by how beautiful he was.
Like this and always.
“But I’ll keep fighting,” Mickey promised thickly. “To not let that fear come between us.”
At that Rafe lifted his head, going up on one elbow to frown at him.
Mickey frowned too, though mostly at the feeling of cold air against his cock. “Did I tell you to stop?” he asked as sternly as he could manage. All Rafe had to do was tap three times on his thigh if he needed a break or a sip of water.
He hadn’t done that this time.
“No, but I had an idea. Can I tell you about it?” Rafe asked, so earnest and happy Mickey didn’t have the heart to tell him no.
“Yes,” he said instead.
“What if you went and got tested? Like for STIs.”
Mickey winced. Hereallyshould have done that before now. It wasn’t like oral sex was completely safe and the thought of doing anything that might harm Rafe made him feel a little ill.
He was probably fine but probably wasn’t good enough for Rafe. Not when he deserved the best Mickey could give him.
“For what reason?” Mickey asked with a frown. “I mean, I know it’s important, but I thought we agreed we weren’t going to worry about it for now.”
He felt a flicker of unease. What if Rafewasn’thappy with what they were doing?
But Rafe shrugged. “Yeah, I know, but I was thinking it could be like … something for you to look forward to?”
Mickey considered the idea.
Most days, mutual handjobs were their best option. Rafe sometimes blew Mickey when he was feeling better and Mickey’d had a brief window where he’d even felt good enough to fuck Rafe’s thighs again.
Rafe had offered to ride him, and Mickey certainly wasn’topposedto the idea at some point. He’d pictured cuffing Rafe’s hands behind his back and making him work for it.
But he had a very specific fantasy about what he wanted to do the first time he put his cock in Rafe’s ass that he couldn’t quite shake. That wasdefinitelysomething he was looking forward to.
“Yeah,” he said slowly. “I like that idea.”
Rafe beamed. “Awesome. Maybe we can go to the clinic tomorrow?”
