Memphis took in a shuddering breath. “Yeah.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Does it feel good?”
Memphis closed his eyes, trying to push his anxiety aside and just let himself feel the feathery touch of Preacher’s lips against the skin there. “Yeah.”
Preacher dragged his mouth higher, hands slipping under Memphis’s knees to push his legs up and out in what was probably an obscene pose. Memphis couldn’t care about that because Preacher’s tongue was tracing the seam between his leg and his pelvis, his nose nuzzling Memphis’s balls until he was hard and leaking.
A cry fell from his lips as Preacher finally took Memphis into his mouth, and he arched up off the mattress without thought, hands gripping Preacher’s hair as he pushed himself deeper into that tight heat and perfect suction. “Oh, my… Fuck.”
Preacher pulled off to laugh at Memphis’s cry.
He could only smile, flushing. “Well, don’t stop,” he said, exasperated.
Preacher’s laughter died, and, this time, he was still looking right in Memphis’s eyes when he took him into his mouth. It was the hottest thing Memphis had experienced in his twenty-six years on the planet. Just watching Preacher suck him was almost enough to get Memphis there, but just when his toes were curling and his hands were gripping the sheets and he was doing his best to fuck Preacher’s mouth, the older man pulled off.
“Roll over.”
Memphis’s eyes went wide, and he started to shake his head. “I’m not asking.” Pleasure shocked through him at Preacher’s gruff statement, but, still, he hesitated. Preacher’s look was full of dirty promise when he said, “Where I’m going, I’ll be far too preoccupied to look at the scars I’ve already seen. Do it.”
There was something about Preacher not giving him the option that shut off that part of Memphis’s brain, or maybe he was just too turned on to stop now. He rolled onto his stomach and Preacher hiked up his hips, burying his face in the furrow between Memphis’s ass. He pressed his face into the pillow, shouting into the fabric at the first broad sweep of Preacher’s tongue across his hole, unprepared for how fucking amazing it felt.
He rolled his hips back, unable to stop himself from trying to get more of Preacher’s tongue right where he needed it. When his hand wrapped around Memphis’s leaking cock, he wondered if it was possible to black out from pleasure. Preacher’s thumb collected the fluids on the head of Memphis’s dick, using it to jerk Memphis.
He turned his head to breathe out, “Oh, fuck. Oh, God. I’m-I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”
Preacher did a thing with his tongue, spearing it against Memphis’s hole, as his hand twisted over the head of his cock, and that was it, Memphis’s whole body pulsed as he painted his release across the ugly floral comforter.
When Preacher released him, he gently slapped Memphis on the ass, and a shiver of excitement ran through him. Who knew he liked a man who slapped him on the ass and bossed him around? He tried to roll over, but Preacher wasn’t having it, collapsing half on and half off Memphis, his arm and leg thrown over him. Memphis turned to look at him, smiling at the dopey look of happiness on Preacher’s face. He tensed a bit when Preacher’s fingers started to caress the thicker scars from his skin graft. “I can’t feel much there,” he volunteered.
“Anywhere on your back?” he asked, fingers tracing patterns over the abused flesh.
“Some places more than others. The part that looks like lizard scales, I have some feeling, like you’re touching me through layers of fabric, but it still feels nice. The part that looks like scorch marks, or lightning bolts, I can’t feel at all. The skin is too thick.”
Preacher leaned up on his elbow, running a finger along the parts where they’d used mesh grafts to attempt to stitch him back together. “I think they look more like dragon scales. Or dragon scale armor. It’s kind of badass.”
Memphis examined his expression. There was nothing to indicate he was being insincere or humoring him. He literally seemed…kind of impressed or…intrigued maybe. He just genuinely seemed to be enjoying touching Memphis. “Thank you.”
Preacher frowned. “For what?”
Memphis shrugged. “For pushing me, for sticking with me, for giving me the first orgasm I’ve had with another person in the room.”
Preacher’s grin was practically feral. “Believe me, the pleasure was all mine.”
Memphis looked down at Preacher’s still semi-hard cock. “Do you want me to take care of that?”
Preacher shook his head. “No. But if you want to pay me back, you can throw your clothes on and take the boys for a quick walk with me?”
Memphis nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”
It was cold outside, freezing even, but Memphis didn’t mind. If anything, it was kind of exhilarating. There was a sidewalk that led around the motel to the pool behind, and beyond that was a grove of blue gum trees. They followed the walk, Memphis identifying the flowers they passed as they went. The boys kept close by, even unleashed, only breaking off to do their business. When Preacher took Memphis’s hand, his heart did that stupid beat skipping thing that people talked about in movies and romance novels. Was this what it was like to fall for somebody?
Along the back of the property were two giant gardenia bushes. Memphis broke free from Preacher to stop and bury his nose in the pungent scent of the flower. “I love gardenias. They smell amazing.”
Memphis plucked one and turned, tucking it behind Preacher’s ear and pulling his hair so it flowed over his shoulders like a girl on a Hawaiian vacation. Preacher just left it there, taking Memphis’s hand once more as they walked. It was such a stupid thing, but Memphis couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe this was what they meant by cum-drunk.
