Worth it.
“Come here,” Cypress commanded, reaching for Tom’s hands and helping him back up. He kissed him, gently, letting it linger.
Tom stroked Cypress’s chest and melted as his thick arms wrapped around him. It felt so good to be held, and he sighed contentedly. He was safe here, happy, and he didn’t want this to end.
Maybe Cypress would magically forget what he’d seen since Tom had given him such amazing head. Maybe they could pretend it never happened, and he could go on sucking his dick for the rest of his life.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on now?” Cypress prompted suddenly.
Shit.
So much for that idea.
“You already know way too much,” Tom replied, the harsh reality of his situation stealing away his joy. “Just know I’m only doing it because I have to.”
“Someone’s making you sell that shit?”
Tom tried to pull away, but Cypress held him firmly. “Look, it’s better if I don’t say anything else. I swear I’m trying to get out of it.” By plotting to flee the country or change my name, you know, the usual. “I’m trying to make it stop. I’m not… this isn’t who I am, okay?”
“You mean you’re not actually a hardened criminal illegally selling formaldehyde to weird old white dudes?” Cypress grinned. “Kinda got my hopes up.”
Tom couldn’t help but laugh. He was glad Cypress was joking with him about this, and he began to relax again. “Well, I’m really sorry to disappoint you. I’m merely an idiot who makes really awful decisions.”
“Mmm, well then, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I called the police and got all this cleared up then. Feels kinda heavy on my conscience, you know.”
“Hey!” Tom’s smile vanished, his earlier panic making a quick return. “I just fuckin’ gave you head so you wouldn’t do exactly that.”
“That was then. This is now.”
“What?” Tom snapped angrily. “You want me to do it again? Props if you can go back to back like that, but—”
“Later,” Cypress said, reaching down to zip himself up. “You working tomorrow?”
Backing away, Tom fixed his pants and crossed his arms stubbornly. “Maybe.”
“You are, right?” Cypress looked smug. “You said you weren’t off again till Tuesday.”
Dammit.
“Fine, yes, I’ll be working.” Tom frowned. “Why?”
“I wanna get my dick sucked again,” Cypress replied flatly. “Obviously.”
“How far is this gonna go?” Tom demanded, a fresh wave of lust catching him off guard at the thought of dropping down on his knees for this man again.
“How far do you want it to go?” Cypress countered as he advanced on Tom, pinning him up against the far wall. “What exactly would you be willing to let me do to you to keep me from snitching, hmm?”
“I… I don’t know,” Tom replied, bracing himself against Cypress’s broad chest. His head felt light again, and his heart rate was skyrocketing.
Anything…
He couldn’t saythat, instead trying, “I really don’t know what I’m doing. I just… I need time to figure it out so I can stop, okay?”
“Well, I’ve got some ideas of how you can keep me happy in the meantime,” Cypress teased.
“Blow you again in a dank hallway?” Tom dryly retorted.
“Dinner.”
