“I definitely don’t feel like a million bucks anymore,” I said. I rubbed my palms across my pants. “I feel like maybe I just left behind many, many millions of bucks, actually.”
A moment later Henry was on his knees next to the couch, leaning over to press his lips to mine. I kissed him, slowly and sensually, reaching out to clutch his shirt in my fists. I was holding onto him for dear life.
“I’m going to be okay, right?” I asked.
“You’re going to be great,” he said. “Although at some point, you’re going to have to drive me back up to Terrace View Road to grab my car.”
I snorted. “Oh God,” I said. “It’s still up there.”
“The queen is probably peeing all over it as we speak.”
I started giggling, which turned into real laughter a moment later. I leaned back on the couch, taking a huge breath in, massaging my temples.
“I did it though,” I whispered.
“Cat’s out of the bag.”
I turned to him again, the world still spinning. I dragged my palm down the front of his shirt, feeling his warmth.
“Kiss me again?” I said, my voice meek.
He licked his lips, slowly dipping to press his lips to mine.
And God, fuck, even if I had just ruined my life, at least I’d ruined it for this. We didn’t need to be rushed. I kissed him like I was making up for lost time. Eleven fucking years of lost time.
He made a small sound as we kissed, and as my tongue slid against his lower lip, I tasted salt.
“Hey,” I whispered, pulling back and putting a hand on the side of his face.
“Don’t say a word about it,” he said, reaching up to wipe away a few stray tears that had streaked down his cheeks.
“Henry,” I said.
I had never seen him cry. I had never seen him come close to crying, even though I was sure that he did a few times when we were younger. The day his dad passed away, I had sensed it in his eyes before he’d run off back to his own house for the night.
Henry wasn’t concerned with being a macho man, really, but I knew that crying was something he’d only ever done in private. Something that happened rarely, and could only mean that he was massively overwhelmed.
Seeing any trace of tears on his cheeks was disorienting.
“Give me a sip of that,” he said, reaching for the glass of whiskey I still clutched in one hand. He took a big swig and then set the glass on the coffee table. He took a deep breath, turning back to me.
“Henry—”
“I need to make you come,” he said, a fire in his eyes. “Now.”
I laughed as he reached for the waistband of my sweatpants, tugging them off in one fell swoop.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.
He answered by wrapping his lips around my cock, and I groaned immediately. I started to harden while I was inside his mouth, which was just about the best feeling I could imagine.
“Okay, not going to complain about that,” I murmured, a shiver going through my body.
He pulled off, swirling his tongue around the tip of my cock as it rose to fully standing at attention.
“Yes, I am more than okay,” he said. “Those tears weren’t sadness, Sebastian. I... just can’t believe you’re finally here with me.”
I let out a long breath, reaching down to stroke my fingers through his hair. “Believe it,” I said. “You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon. I might have nowhere else to go.”
“I find it easier to believe it when your cock is filling up my mouth,” he said.
My cock jumped just from him saying that. “I have no problems with that.”
His mouth was around me again in another moment. I lay back on the couch, trying to calm myself down internally.
I knew could come immediately. I didn’t know what was worse: leaving my eyes open and looking at my best friend going down on me, or closing my eyes and fully giving into every sensation, ever lap and stroke and flick of his tongue. Either way, I felt like I was going to blow within seconds.
I wanted to prolong this moment. I wanted to stop time and live like this forever.
Yes, I was ignoring the fact that my entire life was being upended.
Yes, I was aware that if I turned on my cell phone, I would have hundreds of messages, calls, emails, and alerts.
But like always, my time with Henry felt like a world of its own. It had been like that when we were kids. It had been like that last night. And it sure as hell was like that right now, as he dragged his tongue up and down my shaft like it was made for him.
“Jesus Christ, Henry,” I whispered as he bobbed his head upward. “You’re going to have to teach me your… techniques.”
He hummed around my cock, lifting off of it for a second. “I don’t have any.”
“Yeah, right,” I said. “I feel whatever you’re doing down there.”
“There’s no technique, though,” he said, running his fingertips up the slick side of my cock. “I just do whatever I think is going to make you feel good.”
“It’s working.”
“And whatever is going to make you fucking crazy,” he said, leaning down to drag the tip of his tongue in a slow rhythm right at the base of my cock head.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered.
He locked eyes with me as he moved his tongue from side to side. And I’d never been a believer in mind-reading, but I swear to God, I could read Henry’s in that moment. I knew what he was thinking.
I want you to come, Sebastian. Come for me. Only for me.
A rush moved through my body as I watched him slowly sink further onto my cock, never breaking eye contact with me.
“Oh my God,” I mumbled.
I knew he was aware of it. He knew he was getting to me. With that stare, those rich, fucking gorgeous green eyes, the knowing glance.
“You’re going to make me—”
“Mmhmm,” he hummed. I could feel every vibration of his low voice on my cock, and like clockwork, he began to move in a steady rhythm, dragging his tongue along every inch of me.
He was taking care of me. Like he’d always been stupidly good at.
“Oh fuck—”
I started to convulse. It was a lost cause. I couldn’t hold back. And my body felt like it was cresting a wave it had needed for years. I felt myself coming before I’d even really known it was going to happen. I moaned deeply as I shot into his mouth, and he doubled down, like he wouldn’t quit until he’d sucked every last drop from me.
I was gone.
I came hard, so hard I had a brief flash of worry that I’d fill his mouth too much.
But he was incredible. Of course he was. He swallowed around me, clutching my thighs and sighing as he held me.
I collapsed back onto the couch, letting go of any control I’d still thought I had.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I tried to hold on,” I said.
He pulled off my cock slowly, shaking his head. “You have nothing to apologize for. Unless you won’t let me do it to you again later tonight.”
I chuckled. “God, have you always been this amazing?”
“I’ve always been this into you.”
“Who am I kidding. I’ve always known you were incredible. I don’t deserve you.”