“For now,” Donny repeated, the warning in his tone was clear. Donny knew his worth, and while he wanted Roland, he wouldn’t takeless thanfor his entire life.
Donny turned Roland so he was facing the mirror and stood behind him, wrapped his arms around him and stroked them down his chest.
“You are so much more than you let yourself be,” Donny whispered into Roland’s back, pressing a kiss to his spine. He poked his head around Roland’s body and darted his eyes up to the reflection of Roland’s face.
Roland stared at himself, blinking and looking shocked. Then he reached his hands up and rubbed his fingertips back and forth across his cheeks and down his throat. He lowered them to his chest and twined Donny’s fingers with his own.
“Shower with me,” Donny said, moving them both towards the shower, only removing his hand from Roland’s long enough to turn the water on. He pushed Roland inside and followed behind him. He moved Roland under the spray and admired the way his hair stuck to the lines of his throat and his shoulders as it got wet. Donny wiped water from Roland’s angled jaw and raised his thumb to his lips, biting the pad between his teeth.
Donny gently lowered himself to his knees and wiped his own hair from his face. He looked up at Roland who had placed his hands on Donny’s shoulders. He pressed his face into Roland’s groin. He kissed him there and slid his hands up the back of Roland’s thighs and cupped his ass. He licked Roland’s cock from root to tip and then closed his fingers around the base and stroked him until he hardened.
“You don’t need to…” Roland started to say, but his words tumbled into oblivion when Donny took his entire cock into his mouth. He sealed his lips around the base of Roland’s shaft and worked his tongue on the underside of his length until it hardened and pressed into Donny’s throat.
He hummed and moaned until Roland’s cock choked him, and he slid his mouth up the length and dragged his tongue through the damp slit. He slid Roland’s cock across his face, rubbed his cheek across the straining skin and pressed a kiss against the side of it.
“Be quiet, and let me show you what you’re worth.”
Roland groaned and Donny swallowed around his cock, bobbing his head up and down. Roland’s fingers tightened around his shoulders and one hand slid up to tangle in Donny’s hair, holding his head steady. Donny hummed in approval and relished the way it felt when Roland’s fingers tightened in his hair and began to guide his movements.
He grabbed Roland’s ass and spread him apart, then pressed two of his fingers against Roland’s entrance. He pressed one inside, then slid the other hand up the small of Roland’s back and Roland thrust his hips, shoving his cock deeper into Donny’s throat.
He choked and sputtered, then pressed against Roland’s spine, urging him deeper. Roland grabbed him by the hair and fucked his cock into Donny’s mouth with a level of desire and abandon he’d never shown Donny before.
Donny loved it. He wanted to see Roland undone, unraveled. He wanted Roland to come apart and shatter. He wanted Roland to understand what he meant to Donny.
Roland tipped his head backward and the spray of water rolled off his face onto the top of Donny’s head. It ran down Donny’s forehead, obscuring his vision and impeding his breathing. He pushed another finger inside of Roland and buried them both to the knuckles the next time Roland was all the way in his throat.
Donny tipped his fingers down and tapped them against Roland’s prostate. He cried out and bucked forward, releasing streams of hot cum straight down Donny’s throat. Donny kept pressing while he milked his cock with his mouth, flexing the muscles of his throat around the quivering tip. Roland pressed forward, trying to ease the pressure inside his ass, and Donny swallowed around him.
“It’s too much, fuck,” Roland choked up, using his grip on Donny’s hair to pull his mouth away.
Donny stared up at him, panting, his vision blurred from the onslaught from the shower. Roland slid his hands under Donny’s armpits and pulled him so he was standing. Rolandsmiledat Donny, and it looked like he may have been crying, but he looked so grateful and happy and it was hard to tell with the droplets from the shower all over his face.
Donny thought his heart was going to explode. Roland hadn’t smiled at him before, never like this, and he was smiling because of Donny,forDonny. He slid his thumbs across Roland’s cheeks and down his smooth jaw, then smiled back.
“Thank you.” Roland leaned into Donny’s hand.
“You never need to thank me for sucking your dick,” Donny chuckled, then looked down.
“Seriously. You didn’t need to. I didn’t expect…” Roland trailed off and angled his eyes toward the wall of the shower.
“I didn’t need to. I wanted to.” Donny moved his hands to stroke Roland’s chest. “Like I said, Roland, you deserve much more than you allow yourself.”
Chapter 19
Please Don't Move
“Wouldyou want to come have lunch with some friends of mine?” Donny asked Roland three nights later while they were sitting on Roland’s balcony eating takeout Indian food. Roland looked up with a mouthful of curry. Donny’s face looked tentative but hopeful.
Roland chewed his curry and swallowed, then scratched his still clean-shaven chin. Things had shifted between them earlier in the week. It wasn’t just the sex, although that had been different, and monumental in its own way, and it wasn’t just the way Roland had felt about the shower blowjob or the time Donny spent shaving him beforehand. And Roland knew it wasn’t a change from the medication, because there hadn’t been enough time for it to kick in yet. It was just something inside of him.
He didn’t know if it was because of Donny, or about Donny, or for Donny. But Roland did his best to not think about it, and not over-analyze it, and not drink it away. Not to say Roland had quit drinking, because he hadn’t. He’d maybe slowed down, but still… His urge to taste the inside of Donny’s mouth for what it was, sadly, was not stronger than his fear of tumbling headfirst back into his depression. Roland had only drank two glasses of vodka a night, if that, since Donny shaved him, and that was working so he stuck with it.
“Lunch?”
Donny’s lip tipped up in a small grin that tugged at Roland’s heart. “Yeah. My sister makes lunch for Joel and Gabriel once a week. I’m sure Gabriel especially would love to meet you.”
Roland picked up his glass and took a small sip. This was his second glass of the night, and he was definitely feeling it and made a mental note that maybe one would be better. Even though the idea of meeting someone who actually owned his art was enough to cause him to panic, he didn’t want to break the two-drink-but-maybe-now-only-one-drink rule he’d arbitrarily set for himself.
