Page 20 of Between the Pipes

I leave the lights off in the living room, the space backlit with enough light from the kitchen to get by. Anthony is behind me as I enter the room, and he stops me with hands on hips before I reach the couch. Turning me, he walks me back until my legs hit the couch and I sit down. Instead of immediately kneeling down, he runs his hands up over my shoulders.

“Mm,” he says. I can’t see his face that well, with my shit eyes, so I have no idea whatmmis supposed to mean.

“What?” I ask, angling for a translation.

“Nothing. I better not say—it’ll scare you off. Too romantic.”

And with that, he kneels on the floor and starts tugging my pants down. I lift my hips off the couch long enough to free them, and then do the same with both feet at his urging. Again, Anthony takes his time; he places flat palms on my legs and just touches. When his fingers brush the back of my knee, I flinch and he looks up at me. His eyes are black pools in the dim lighting.

“Ticklish?” He asks, sounding delighted by the discovery.

“No,” I lie.

Chuckling, he cups both hands around my calves and pulls my legs further apart to give himself more room. He palms my thighs, calluses rough against the sensitive skin. It feels fucking amazing. He makes that humming noise again, and this time I don’t have to ask before he speaks.

“Well, I suppose I don’t have to tell you that this is my first time doing this," he says, wryly, and I huff a small laugh. His fingers tighten on my legs.

“You don’t have to,” I say again. He ignores this.

“Tell me what you like.”

“Honestly? It’s been a long time. I’m probably going to blow the moment you put your mouth on me.” I pause, thinking about this. “So, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, maybe we’d better—."

I suck in a sharp breath as Anthony lowers his head and licks the head of my dick. He does it again, pressing more firmly into the slit where precum has beaded. He hums, wrapping his lips around the sensitive tip and swirling his tongue around. Helplessly, I lean back and finally dive a hand into his hair. Soft, exactly as I imagined it would be, and plenty to grab onto—also like I imagined. I give an experimental tug on one of his curls and he groans, mouth dropping lower and taking more of me in.

I have to physically hold myself back from thrusting upward into his mouth. He’s going agonizingly slow, and I’d think he was doing it on purpose, with the intent to drive me crazy, if I didn’t know this was his first time. I do my best to behave.

He’s experimenting with how deep he can go, head bobbing slow and breathing hard enough through his nose that I can hear it. His mouth is warm and wet, and feels better than I could have imagined.Tell me what you like, he’d said earlier; this, exactly this. I’m sweating with the effort of holding myself back from coming too soon, and nearly lose it when I feel mytip hit the back of his throat. We groan simultaneously, and Anthony’s fingers are so tight on my thighs it hurts.

“Anthony,” I warn, because I’m going to come soon. He groans, and the sound travels down my dick and to my balls andfuckI’m going to comeverysoon. “Anthony.”

I realize he’s probably not pulling off because I’m holding his head down; snatching my hand away, I press my palms into the couch cushions. He doesn’t move, but ducks his head as far as he can go and sucks. I come so forcefully my hips arch upward, off the couch. He’s still sucking, hard, clearly trying to swallow every bit of cum. My hand finds his hair again, unbidden, and I drop my head against the back of the couch. I keep the touch gentle, this time, fingers dancing over his scalp and enjoying the silken feel.

He draws away slowly, my now limp dick sliding from his mouth. He coughs, and I give one final brush of my thumb before I drop my hand away from his head. Lifting my own, I lock gazes with him. His black eyes are glistening with damp, and there is an unmistakably pleased look on his face. A look even a blind man could recognize. I can’t even bring myself to find a scathing remark. It takes several attempts to clear my throat before I can speak.

“Well, I’m impressed,” I tell him, and he tips his head back to laugh. Wiping a hand over my face, I don’t fight my own laugh. When he looks back at me, I smile and his own answering grin is stunning.

“Must have been good, to get you to smile like that,” he says, sounding happy and a little bit smug.

“Yes, alright.” I nudge him with my leg, and he bends down to kiss the top of my left thigh before getting to his feet. He doesn’t go far, but flops down on the couch beside me. We’re silent for several long, comfortable minutes. The room is filledonly with the sound of our breathing and the smell of sex, and it’s the happiest I’ve been in a very long time.

Anthony

If I had known the way to get Nico to smile was to blow him, I would have done so by now. When I go home and crawl into bed, it’s that smile I think of as I fall asleep. Not the heady smell of him, or the way his skin felt in my mouth, or the soft sounds he made. I wonder if it will be easier to earn those smiles now, and can’t wait for tomorrow so I can start finding out.

When I wake up, there is a text waiting for me from Sam:Call me. Not an emergency.

No text from Nico, I see, and I try not to feel too disappointed about it. I try to fight back thoughts of Nico, and the heft of him between my lips. Still lying in bed, I call Sam. He picks up on the second ring, panting like he’s out of breath. I grin up at my ceiling and tuck an arm under my head.

“Good morning Sam, whatcha doing?”

He huffs a laugh, fully aware of what Ithinkhe’s doing. “I’m in the gym. Hold on.”

The microphone is muffled for a minute. I use the time wisely, thinking of Nico’s slim torso and the hairless expanse of his stomach. It hasn’t even been a full eight hours since I’ve seen him and I’m already desperate to get my hands on him again.

“Alright, sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to call me so soon this morning. How’s it going? Do you have practice today, at SCU?” Sam asks.

“Good! The kids were pretty excited about the signed stuff.”

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