Bede looked up to see Galen holding out a pillow, then Galen leaned forward and urged Bede to use it for his knees. “The floor is too damn hard for that.”
“Agreed,” said Bede, using his fingers on Galen’s knees to spread his legs again. “I just want to do this.”
“Fine.”
Bede felt Galen’s fingers lifting his chin, found himself caught in the beautiful snare of those gray eyes.
“And then I’m going to do it, ‘cause I don’t want this to be one sided like the last time.”
“Yes, boss,” said Bede, then he laughed at Galen’s face, the play of emotion there as he seemed to remember their daytime roles. Boss and worker. Parol officer and parolee. “Don’t think about that now, okay? Just enjoy.”
“Okay.”
With satisfaction, Bede watch Galen lean back on his elbows, watched him spread his thighs further than Bede had asked him to. How Galen’s eyes closed, his longish hair becoming ribbons on his shoulders.
Now Bede could get to work. Could lean close and take in Galen’s warm scent. Could run his mouth over the hardness of Galen’s cock, soft, dry except for the clear sheen of moisture on the top.
Bede licked that quickly, felt Galen jump a little, then licked again, more slowly this time. He drew his tongue down Galen’s cock, once, twice, then leaned up to suck the entire of Galen’s cock into his mouth.
Galen’s cock was hard, the quiver of his whole body unstilled by the pressure of Bede’s hands on his knees. Bede could sense each tremor that went through Galen with each suck of Bede’s mouth on him.
And savored it, the quivers, the taste, the hum of delight that Galen made, as if he’d waited his whole life for Bede to come to him, for Bede to go to his knees and take Galen in his mouth all the way down. All new, every sensation rippling through him, as if nobody had ever done this to him before.
“Good?” asked Bede, pausing to ask, just to make sure.
“Uh,” was the only sound Galen made, as if he was overwhelmed by pleasure and could not gather even a single thought in that beautiful head of his.
Bede had to stroke his own cock to quiet it, to tell it to be patient, even though he was on the verge of coming, just from that single sound.
He hurried his adoration of Galen’s cock, sped up his sucking, a bit of stroking as he took his hand and caressed between Galen’s spread thighs, cupping those tight balls, leaning to lick each one, patient and slow.
“Oh.”
The small sweet sound Galen made told Bede that Galen was about to come, and though he wanted to linger and then linger some more, he knew he wouldn’t last through another sound like that, so he rose up and sucked harder, stroking the length of Galen’s cock, swirling his tongue, and savored very jolt of Galen’s body as he came in Bede’s mouth.
Swallowing, Bede leaned back, sweeping his hands along Galen’s quivering thighs, slow, and warm, and quiet. And laughed as Galen struggled to push himself up from where he’d collapsed on the cot.
“Bede,” he said, a smile in his gray eyes. “Now you, right? Now you.”
“Now me,” said Bede.
Though he could have tended to Galen’s needs all night, he knew Galen had meant it when he’d said they were doing it his way. That they would not only be using the cot, they would share the pleasure, and not have it be only one way. Even if nothing else had made it clear that Galen was a good man, a very good man, this did.
Bede crawled on the cot, straddling Galen’s hips with both his legs, and laughed when Galen tumbled him to his back in a haphazard sprawl. Galen leaned close, close enough for his hair to tickle Bede’s face. Then Galen kissed him, giving him a taste of himself, such an intimate gesture that Bede’s heart sped up.
“Do that again, I’m going to come in two seconds,” he said.
“Can’t have that,” said Galen with a quick smile. “Be good for me now.”
“Yes, sir,” said Bede, going utterly still as Galen slithered to the floor and pulled Bede’s legs where he wanted them, bent over the edge of the cot.
Bede stared at the ceiling of the tent, the pair of moths going in circles around the light, as if they were at a dance, and the lightbulb was the center of the dance floor. When he felt Galen’shands on his shins, he looked up, and yes, Galen was smiling at him from between Bede’s knees, looking at Bede as though he’d discovered something wonderful in him.
Shoving every thought out of his head, past, present, future, Bede lay back, and flung his forearm over his eyes.
“Everything okay?” asked Galen, his hands sweeping up to Bede’s knees, then going still.
“Yeah, just—” Bede stopped to catch his breath. To still the pang in his heart that it had been so long and the last person to touch him had left the earth over five years before.
