The moment he was done, Spook manhandled him around so that they were facing.
“You missed a bit,” he said.
Xane’s gaze shot to the floor, the mirror, but Spook raised his hand towards his face, and his thumb daubed against the side of Xane’s lips catching whatever glistening smear remained before pushing it into Xane’s mouth.
Xane sucked Spook’s thumb and watched the other man’s eyelids sink, and flutter.
Ah, like that do you?
He curled his tongue around the base of that digit, teasing it, exactly as if his mouth were filled with a different appendage.It made Spook groan, and caused his fingers to curl against Xane’s jaw.This man, he was still wound feverishly tight.Too tight.Bracing for an instant rebuke, Xane popped his thumb free of Spook’s mouth and landed his hands on the other man’s hips.From there, he pulled both hands forward, following the waistband of Spook’s jeans to the button front.He didn’t look down to see what he was doing.Nor did he acknowledge the ridge wedged behind Spook’s straining fly.Rather, he kept his gaze locked at eye level, holding that incendiary blue gaze even as he slid Spook’s fly to its base and parted the fabric, giving that hummock room to flex.
The first dance of his fingertips over that cotton covered ridge caused Spook’s eyes to close.They snapped back open again full of apprehension and desire.It was all the prompt he needed.Xane bowed down and sucked his cock into his mouth, moving the fabric of Spook’s underwear aside with his chin.
Spook jolted like he’d been electrocuted, but he didn’t pull away.He groaned and pushed deeper, so that Xane felt him tickling the back of his throat.
Yeah, I know what you want.
He couldn’t say it aloud, as his mouth was rather too full, but figured they had a kind of telepathic connection going.And what do you know, with a couple of strokes, Spook lodged himself in Xane’s throat and was purring like a lion as Xane swallowed around it.
Spook’s hands tightened in Xane’s hair.He wasn’t gentle; or rather he alternated between aggressive tugs, and a soothing caress that was obviously meant as asorry, so sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough, apology.It was the distinctly dichotomous nature of the man that had made Spook Mortensen so interesting to him all those years ago.He could be fragile, so brittle in one instance, then steely the next.He was all want and need and denial.Oh boy!But when he opened up, when he let himself indulge in the things that made him shine, then he was like a rod of heavenly fire.
“Xane.Fuck!”Spook yelled.The pull on his scalp got doubly painful.“I’m going to come.”
Good.Xane bobbed his head faster.That was the idea.Afterwards, once he’d calmed they could talk everything through without all the usual barriers and hurdles in the way.People, he found, were at their most honest in the hazy aftermath of having their minds blown.Spook, bless him, needed atomic bombs to level the landscape around him before he would finally raise a white flag.
It was probably mean of him, but Xane slid a couple of fingers into his mouth alongside Spook’s cock.Only long enough to get them wet.Then he wrapped his arms around his friend’s body, so that his nose was pressed up tight to the fragrant, springy tuft of blond hair at the base of his cock and rubbed those wetted digits over his puckered entrance.
It got precisely the reaction he figured it would.A howl of outrage followed by a multitude of jerky, desperate sobs, while Spook’s ring gave way to the pressure, only to then clamp down tight around Xane’s knuckles.That was okay, he only needed to be able to wiggle the tips to work some magic.
“No.Oh God, oh God.No!”
Spook came like a fountain, spilling his load deep into Xane’s throat.He groaned the whole while as jet after jet pumped from him, like his body hadn’t quite figured out how to shut off the reaction once it had begun.
He was a sweat-slickened mess by the time the quakes finally calmed.Xane kissed his softening cock gently, then cleaned the mix of semen and saliva from his chin.
Spook was slumped against him, bent almost double over Xane’s shoulder.Xane gave him a gentle nudge, and he flopped backwards heavily into the leather embrace of the sofa.He remained there quiet for a moment, before he even opened his eyes.When he did, he stared at Xane.“I’d forgotten how good you are at that.No wonder Luthor’s so damn sweet on you.”
Xane stretched forward on his knees, and kissed his lips.“Feel a little better for that?”
An instant nod was his reward, but it was countered almost immediately.“Not really.”
“There’s still a lot on your mind.But, we can work through it in manageable chunks.”
“Can we?”Resigned, Spook closed his eyes, but opened them when Xane kissed him again.
“Just tell me what I can do.Whatever it is.You know I’ll do it.”
“Anything?”Spook echoed, as if he needed to try out how the word sounded before he could believe in it.
“Anything at all.You’ve only to ask.”He meant that.Sincerely.
Spook slid forward off the sofa, and landed on the wooden floor on his knees.He turned his back to Xane, and bent forward.“Fuck me,” he said.And rested upon his forearms.
“What?”
Spook turned his head to look back at him.“I’m serious, Xane.I need you to.I want you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure?”He knew the damned answer.It’s what this had all been driving towards.It was what ought to have happened between them years ago.
