“You.” George waited for embarrassment over his bluntness that never came, so he grabbed on to his confidence with both hands. “I want you, Levi.”
“I’m all yours.”
George lunged, rolling Levi to his back and covering the bigger man with his slimmer body. Knees on either side of Levi’s hips, he rubbed their groins together as he came in for a long, exploratory kiss. Deeper than their first kisses and far more meaningful now. Tonight was about more than spending a holiday together. It was a new step toward something bigger between them.
Levi ground up into him, hands loose on George’s hips, giving George all the control. It endeared the older man to him even more and gave George the confidence to be aggressive. To lick and stroke into Levi’s mouth, plundering and seeking, their erections riding each other through two layers of denim. He kissed his way around Levi’s neck, tasting hot skin and the slight tang of sweat, and he wanted more. More skin to taste, more of Levi’s body to admire and enjoy.
Curbing his natural instinct to ask, George instead demanded, “Clothes off. Under the covers.”
Levi released a gentle, growly sound that sent wiggles of arousal through George’s belly. He rolled off Levi and tugged at his own belt. The mattress bounced as they both got naked as quickly as possible without bumping their heads on the low roof of the loft. Levi pulled back the covers and, after they both climbed into the middle, tugged just the top sheet up around their waists. George didn’t know how the home’s heat system worked but it was warm up there.
And it was about to get warmer.
They both lay on their sides, heads propped up on one hand, facing each other. Levi’s eyes gleamed, and he seemed to vibrate with the need to act first, but restrained himself. Waited for George to move. George studied the tan swaths of Levi’s bare chest. The work-hardened muscles of his abs and arms, and the smattering of dark hair on his chest. He never stopped marveling at how beautiful Levi was, and that he’d chosen someone as plain as George.
With a single finger, George traced a line from the base of Levi’s throat, slowly down between his pecs to his navel. He swirled into that navel, and Levi huffed, not quite laughing. Down farther into the thin happy trail that led to his destination. He ran his finger up the length of Levi’s dick and paused to rub around the slit. Levi inhaled sharply, hips jerking once, silently asking for more.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Levi whispered.
“I want to try sucking you.” The bold words popped out but George didn’t blush. He meant them. He really wanted to share this with Levi. To know what it felt like. What Levi tasted like.
Levi licked his lips. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Then yes, please.” He rolled to his back, then scooted a bit higher up the bed so he was half reclining against the two pillows, his legs spread lewdly. Showing off his hard, red dick. George knelt between his legs and reached out, but Levi caught his wrist. “I don’t have anything but I do have condoms if you want to use one.”
“I believe you and no, I want to taste you. Have for a while but I’ve been too nervous to try.”
Levi pulled him up for a soft kiss. “It’s not something you have to master or even enjoy. If you don’t like it, you can stop, okay? I don’t want you to feel pressured to finish something you’ve started. Consent can be revoked at any time during sex.”
“I know.” George kissed him again. “But thank you for saying it. You are...amazing.”
“You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
Inspired by his position, George took his time kissing and licking his way down Levi’s torso. Tasting his way across smooth, sun-kissed skin. Loving the way Levi’s belly quivered with want. It stoked George’s own arousal, and part of him wanted to quit the foreplay and get to the main event, but he was enjoying himself too much. Enjoying having complete control for a little while. A different kind of control than hiding in his apartment and avoiding people.
Control over his happiness.
Levi’s cock bumped his chin, and George smiled. Then he dipped his tongue into Levi’s navel just to hear him chuckle and feel his abs ripple. He was doing this for Levi as much as himself, giving Levi pleasure, and George loved it. He reveled in it in a way he hadn’t since his first first-place skate in a national competition. But this wasn’t about impressing his parents, his coach or the judges.
This was all for him and Levi.
George sat back on his ankles and wrapped his hand around Levi’s shaft, stroking lightly while he watched Levi’s face. Levi held his gaze, lips parted, panting lightly. Aroused and anticipating. It fueled George’s desire to make Levi soar—even if he wasn’t very good at it at first.
He continued stroking him as he leaned forward and inhaled the spicy scent of Levi. His mouth watered, desperate to put that scent on his tongue and experience this new thing. A small pearl of fluid appeared in the slit, and George couldn’t help himself. He licked it, and a burst of salt hit his tongue. Levi gasped.
Oh yes, I like this.
George made a soft, almost desperate sound he didn’t recognize from himself before taking the head of Levi’s cock into his mouth. Soft, sharp, and exactly right. He used a bit of his day job knowledge and rubbed his tongue against the underside of Levi’s glans, against that sensitive bundle of nerves, and that earned him a long moan from Levi. Fingers brushed through his hair but didn’t stay. Didn’t direct or force. He worked the glans until Levi lost a bit of his previously perfect control and thrust up into George’s mouth.
Not too far, though, and George stilled him by wrapping his hand around the base of his dick and holding firm. He took a bit more of Levi’s length, loving this new exploration, as the heady taste of his boyfriend filled his senses, leaving him a bit lightheaded from the experience. He went down as far as he could before his gag reflex said no more, then pulled back to suck on the glans again, because Levi really seemed to like that. Levi’s upper body thrashed, and his hands clenched at the bottom sheet. So much control that George’s heart swelled with even more affection for the man.
Using his hand as a gauge, George worked steadily up and down Levi’s shaft, wetting the skin, enjoying the way his tongue glided over heat and steel.
“So good, sweetheart,” Levi panted. “So fucking good.”
The fact that George had managed to get Levi to swear again spurred George on even more. Fueled by every gasp and cry he earned from Levi, he used his free hand to massage Levi’s sac until his balls were high and tight.
“Gonna come soon,” Levi said. “You don’t have to—ah!”
Oh yes, he did. George used both hands and tongue to work Levi harder, faster, doing his best to bring his boyfriend to a messy, spit-soaked orgasm. Levi cried out and thrust up, into George’s sure grip, and George did his best to swallow the salty, slightly bitter load. To lick and suck and drag every single second of pleasure out of Levi, whose body trembled from his release.