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“Christ.Aaron—”
Joel had no idea which of them moved first.Maybe it was both of them, because Aaron’s mouth was crushed to his, and they were kissing frantically, desperately, teeth colliding and lips pressed so hard they’d bruise.Joel locked his left arm round Aaron’s waist, grabbed his head, pulled them both backwards so they sprawled on the settee.Joel under, wrapping his thighs round Aaron’s hips, Aaron’s weight on him and his hands clutching Joel’s face.Kissing like starving men, or like frightened, despairing, slightly drunk ones.
After a few frantic moments Aaron pulled a little away, and rested his forehead on Joel’s.“God.You.”
“We could have half an hour,” Joel said.“Can’t we?I’ve been here long enough to fuck anyway, if anyone’s watching, and if they’re not, then—”
“To the devil with it,” Aaron rasped.“I want to taste you again.”
“Yes please.Please do.”
Aaron’s hand scrabbled at his buttons.Joel squirmed under him, giving him access, inhaling sharply as his prick sprang free.Aaron took it in hand, very lightly, almost hesitantly, and glanced up.
He had liked direction before.Joel said, “Use your tongue.Just your tongue, for now.”
Aaron’s fingers loosened.He leaned in, and ran his tongue over Joel’s prick, tentative at first, then firmer.Slow, careful licks, following veins and ridges, circling the head, pressing at the slit, until Joel was panting.“Fuck.Yes.You can use your lips.”
Aaron’s mouth curved.He leaned in, and kissed Joel’s cock, a sweet, soft kiss.It was ridiculous.Joel wanted to cry.
He didn’t have time for that.Aaron was using his mouth now—just the lips, circling, tasting, not sucking, and Joel was about to levitate off the settee with need.“Oh God.Suck me, right now.”
Aaron made a pointed questioning noise.Joel said, “Please.Please, pretty please with bells on—fuck!”
That was Aaron plunging down on him, taking him urgently, still not using his hand, just a mouth that was wild and wet, perfectly tight and perfectly right.
“Oh, you miracle,” Joel whispered.“I love it.More.”
He meant harder but Aaron went deeper, taking Joel almost alarmingly far down.He made a tiny choking noise, pulled back, did it again, and now Joel was hanging on by his fingernails, mind going white, nothing in the world left but the sensation of DS Fowler learning how to get a man down his throat.“Oh fuck Jesus Aaron, Aaron—!”
He shot, shuddered, collapsed.Aaron held on like grim death throughout, and this time, he swallowed.
“Hand it to you,” Joel mumbled, when he could remember English again.“Quick learner.”
Aaron sluiced his mouth with a sip of whisky, then leaned over for a kiss.“I have been rehearsing that in my head for some time.”
“It worked.”
Aaron grinned, and relaxed on top of him, except for a very insistent erection.Joel squirmed a bit, to show he’d noticed.“Aaron?”
“Mmm?”
“Tell me something.In all that thinking you’ve been doing about me.What are you doing when you come?”
Aaron made a choking noise.Joel slid his hand over his arse.“I want to know.I mean, you’ve been thinking about me with your prick in your hand, right?So what are we doing?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Aaron whispered.
“It does.If you want something, I want to give it to you.”
Aaron made a sound that was almost like a laugh.“What I want is to be naked in bed with you all night.To learn every inch of your skin.But that isn’t going to happen, is it?”
“I’ll stay if you want me.”
“I want you, but you can’t stay.”Aaron’s neck muscles corded briefly, a man swallowing tension.“Can I touch you?”
“Yes.However you want.”
Aaron pushed himself up on his knees, and tugged Joel’s open trousers and drawers down his thighs.The cloth was constricting, and he looked very big as he knelt over Joel, and Joel’s heart was thundering now.He wondered if Aaron was going to turn him over, to fuck him here on the settee, without anything but spit.He was hardening again.
