Page 48 of Copper Script
“Tell me,” Aaron said, very softly.“Please.”
“Suck me.I want your mouth on me.”
He felt the tentative flick of a tongue, the light slide of lips, and Aaron took him in his mouth.
Joel had had his prick sucked as often as the next man, and probably quite a lot more than the man in front of him.Aaron was not a rank amateur, this wasn’t his first, but he was clearly no expert either.
And he didn’t have to be, because this was lovely.He was kneeling, sucking Joel, hand and mouth moving with more confidence as he found a rhythm.Serving him, and moaning as he did it, little pleading sounds Joel was sure he didn’t know he was making.
He was loving it.Joel wished his hair was longer: he wanted to grab a handful.
“Perfect,” he said.“Fuck, yes.God, you’re good on your knees.Can you take a little more?”
A fractional pause.Then Aaron leaned in, and Joel’s breath rushed out.“Christ.Oh, you’re good, you’re so fucking good.Just the way I like it.”He slid his hand to the back of Aaron’s head.Not exactly pushing, just a little bit of firmness, and Aaron panted around his prick and took him that tiny bit deeper, and Joel was hanging on by his fingernails now.“Jesus Christ.Lovely.Bit harder— oh, fuck, going to come, move if you don’t want—I’m not joking, Aaron, ohshit—”
He came.Hard, compulsively, hips jerking with the relief and release, right down Detective Sergeant Fowler’s throat.
Joel sagged, releasing Aaron’s head to get a grip on the supportive table.Aaron’s mouth was still round his prick.He stayed there for a few seconds, then pulled off, and Joel saw his eyes dart.
“Sink,” he said helpfully.
Aaron hurried over, spat, and rinsed his mouth.“Well,” he said, after a second.“I’m afraid that is an unquestionable offence of indecent behaviour.It’s a shame I just destroyed the evidence.”
The laugh exploded out of Joel.He gathered up his trousers and walked over, meeting Aaron half way, and pulled his face down for an open-mouthed kiss, tasting himself.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said.“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Joel rather thought it had been, and a nudge of a thigh indicated that Aaron was indeed sporting a substantial bit of stiff.They also serve who only stand and get sucked off, he decided.
“Well, now.”He slid his hand down, and Aaron tensed so hard he could feel it.“Aaron?”
“Uh.”Aaron sounded a bit strangled.“If you touch me, I’m not going to last.”
Joel just bet he wasn’t.Poor bastard probably hadn’t had his prick felt in years.“Don’t worry about it.In fact, leave that to me.Back.”
He steered Aaron backwards to his single bed.“Unbutton your shirt for me?”
Aaron grabbed for the first button.Joel said, “No, forme.Slowly.I want to watch you.”
Aaron’s eyes widened.His hand stilled, then he carefully eased the button through.Careful, thorough, exactly as Joel wanted.
“Jesus,” he said.“Perfect.Keep doing that.”
Button after button, revealing a tantalising glimpse of dark hair at the neck of his undershirt.Joel licked his lips, making sure Aaron saw him do it.“Take those off.”
Aaron pulled down his braces, pulled off the shirt, made to drag off the vest.He tugged it over his head slowly, so Joel got a good look at his belly and chest, the dark tangles of hair, the movement of muscles.
And there he was, bare to the waist, waiting.
Joel was already hard again.He stepped forward and ran his hand up Aaron’s stomach, through the wiry hair, feeling his muscles spasm.
“On the bed,” he suggested.
Aaron sat, and kicked his shoes off, which was very polite of him, then lay back.He looked like a man in a dream.Judging by his visibly straining prick, it was the kind of dream that left you wanting new sheets.
“Maybe you should unbutton,” Joel suggested.“Don’t touch it.Just, you know, get it clear for me.”
