“Please …” Theo’s body was going crazy, so close to the teasing wet heat of that beautiful mouth. Fascinated, aching, Theo watched as Eric’s lips parted and the tip of his pink tongue came out to trace around Theo’s navel, spreading a sensation which wasn’t quite ticklish but which radiated through him, making him helplessly tilt his hips up to try to get that tongue closer to where he needed it most.
“Tell me what you want,” Eric prompted, with a wicked grin which suggested that he was getting off on having Theo so completely at his mercy. A delicious sense of foreboding thrilled through Theo’s body, all the way down to the tips of his toes. What had he gotten himself into?
It wasn’t something that Theo was used to talking about, and he had to struggle with himself for a few moments before he managed to say anything. Meanwhile, Eric wasn’t helping, gazing up at him with amused green eyes, his lips slipping closer and closer to Theo’s erection but never quite touching it.
He wouldn’t, Theo knew. Not until Theo asked for it. Why should it be this hard to ask for what he wanted with everything in him? Why was he getting so shy about this?
It didn’t make any sense, but logical or not, it still took an effort of will for Theo to open his mouth and make any sort of coherent words come out.
“I want your mouth on me,” Theo admitted, and Eric flashed a wicked, sexy little grin at him. Theo had thought that maybe Eric would keep on teasing him, make him actually beg for it, and that wasn’t something Theo was sure he could even make himself do.
“Good,” Eric murmured, and then he shifted that last tiny distance over, and for a moment, his breath puffed over the rigid, sensitive skin of Theo’s cock, his lips brushed over it.
And then there was no more teasing. Eric swallowed Theo down, all the way to the very root, so that Theo was sheathed entirely in the pulsing heat of his mouth, and even down into his throat, which was impressive. Not everyone could do that.
Moaning, shuddering, Theo reached down and slid his fingers through the short strands of Eric’s hair, then gripped the back of his head with both hands. He rocked his hips, unable to stop, unable, even for a second, to look away from Eric’s flushed face and bright eyes.
Theo wanted to say something. He wanted to tell Eric how good it was, how desperately he needed him to not stop, but since he was having trouble drawing in a breath around the throbbing of need which pulsed through his veins, he found that all he could do was give a helpless little moan.
Maybe that was okay because Eric seemed to understand. From the triumph he saw written all over the other man’s face, maybe Eric understood just fine. Not to mention that he was enjoying it greatly, which Theo might have taken more offense to if he hadn’t been having such an undeniably great time himself.
“Eric,” he finally managed to gasp, his hands still clutching desperately at the back of his head, his hips rising up, maybe too roughly, but it felt too good for him to hold himself back. Rising pleasure roiled through his entire body, making it tense up, making him achingly aware of every muscle and nerve in his body as it prepared for what he was starting to believe was going to be the most intense orgasm of his life.
I don’t know if I can take this …
The thought was only semi-coherent, but it was true. He didn’t know. Next to what Eric was doing, the magic he was working on him, everyone and everything else seemed like nothing but a pale imitation. Nothing else could compare to this, and his body, when it exploded with pleasure, was going to be utterly overwhelmed.
He wouldn’t stop it for anything in the world.
“Eric, wait, hold on, I …” Theo figured it was polite to let the other man know that he was close so that he could decide if he wanted to taste Theo or not. He fully meant to do so, but the orgasm was ripping through him, tearing away all control, before he could even finish the sentence to warn him.
Coming into the mouth of someone that he really, deeply cared for, it was a whole different experience. Knowing that Eric was tasting him, that Eric’s mouth was accepting him in all ways, it just made the release that much better, hotter and more breathtaking, and Theo moaned as he quaked and quivered his way through the waves of pleasure which just seemed to keep on flinging him higher and higher until he wondered if they would ever end.
Theo’s hand, one of them, gave up its tight grip on the back of Eric’s head, slipping around over his ear to his cheek, which he traced with shaking, affectionate fingers. Eric, his beautiful Eric, had just given him an experience unlike anything he could have even imagined.
“Thank you,” he murmured, and he saw Eric’s cocky grin, one of the many masks which Theo knew he put on to hide when he was feeling something. The masks had gotten fancier, and Eric had gotten better at wearing them easily, but Theo could still see past them.
“Anytime,” Eric murmured, and Theo wondered if the other man meant it. What was this thing they were doing, anyway? What did it mean? Beyond pure physical release, obviously, because that part was pretty clear. In that way, at least, he and Eric were just as compatible as Theo had, on the rare occasions he’d let himself think about it, imagined they would be.
If it was just sex, could Theo handle that? He looked down at Eric, who wore an expression of smug satisfaction, and he knew then and there that if that’s all Eric wanted to give him, he would take it and be grateful.
“Hey,” Theo whispered, his thumb sliding possessively over Eric’s high cheekbone, tracing over it, gazing down at him as though to fix this memory in his mind for all time. “I have to say something, and I know you’re gonna make it weird, but I’m just going to say it and get it out of the way.”
Eric blinked, as well he might, but Theo held up his hand. He was never going to get this out if he didn’t just say the words. And Eric, for a wonder, actually did quiet himself.
“I’m sorry,” Theo finally said, and those weren’t words which were easy for most people to say. In this case, they were pretty long overdue, and he couldn’t claim otherwise. “When you kissed me, and I ran. I’m sorry. I freaked out. I didn’t know how to deal with it.”
As he’d predicted, Eric looked embarrassed, though only for a second or two. Then he pulled another one of those damn masks into place, a smirking, confident, amused one, but for a moment, Theo had seen something real. He could swear to it.
“It’s no big deal, man. You did what you had to do. It’s not like we were dating or whatever,” Eric said, his voice elaborately casual. “You did what you had to do.”
Theo groaned softly with frustration. Trust Eric to minimize it, but Theo didn’t think he deserved to be let off the hook so easily. Resting his head back on the soft cloud of the pillow, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting himself relax some of that frustration into the sunlight which streamed in through the window and warmed him, warmed them both.
When he opened his eyes again, he felt calmer, suffused with the brilliant light coming from outside. He looked at Eric, then gripped him by his broad shoulders and pulled him up to kiss him.
“It’s my turn now,” Theo said, changing the subject, which he sensed was what they both wanted at this point. He couldn’t say that he wasn’t nervous because he was. He doubted very much that he’d be able to do even half the job that Eric had, but he still had to try.
“Teddy, you don’t have to …” Eric started, and Theo shook his head. Didn’t Eric know? That was a good part of why he wanted to because he didn’t feel like he had to. Didn’t feel the crushing, crippling pressure of the expectation of reciprocity. That made a world of difference.
