They kissed, Bo pressing Ralph roughly up against the hard granite surface.
“Hey, hey. What about the counters, Mr. Handyman?”
“Fuck the counters. We’re not gonna hurt them.”
“Good. But, damn—now, I’m hornyandI’m hungry. And I think I want your dick and a little hot mustard more than an egg roll.”
Bo stepped back, undoing his belt and jeans. “Have at it, Realty-Man.”
Ralph went to his knees, removing Bo’s thick semi and taking him into his mouth. He absolutely loved sucking Bo off. Ever since he’d witnessed that first aerial spout on Joey Drive and been denied catching it, he had come back to that fount like bees to honey.
Bo had Ralph’s head in his hands and he started grinding—not too rough, but giving Ralph the slight man-handled face-fucking he knew he liked.
“Yeah, babe. That’s right. You take it all. That feels good.”
“Mm, mm, mm.”
“Oh, yeah. Now that’s what I’m talking about. Now, THAT’S a hungry man, right there.”
“Mm, mm, mm.”
“But if you get tired, and you want to switch up, I’m game.”
“Mm, mm, mm.”
“What’s that? I can’t hear you. Your mouth’s full.”
Ralph snaked his hand into Bo’s underwear, slipping under his junk. He brushed by his taint, using his middle finger to find the pucker. He fingered it, just lightly, wiggling fast, tickling like a feather.
Bo rose on his toes. “Whoa! Ah... that’s uh. Whew.”
Ralph was trying not to laugh or choke, so he continued concentrating on long contouring pulls, Bo’s seepage on his tongue making for smoother gliding. He wriggled his finger in a ways, still maintaining the systematic motion in both places.
“Oh, oh. Th— That’s it. Oh, oh...”
Bo seized and came, his hands went from Ralph’s head to his shoulders, collapsing in climax. Ralph swallowed him up, shaking with laughter and smiling the whole time.
When Bo’s spasms subsided, Ralph pulled off, gripping him in one hand and checking his watch on the other. “One minute, thirty-seven seconds,” he said.
“I love how you amuse yourself by making me come as fast as possible. It’ssoromantic.”
Ralph took one more draw, and then slipped Bo back into his underwear, and let him zip up.
“Oh, the romance is coming, I promise. But, as you said, I’m hungry, and I need to eat before I revisit your sweet spot in the shower in say—about a half-hour. Date?”
“Date. I had thought you might be switching things up tonight. But you’re a creature of habit, aren’t you?”
There was something about fucking in their property-flips that always managed to ramp up the excitement. It was fast becoming a tradition to “christen” their successes the night before listing. And now, Virginia Avenue was no exception.
“What can I say? I like being with you,and in you, as much as possible. It’s Friday evening, it’s been a long week, and I’m ready to just spend a quiet night with the man I love. We can have dinner out tomorrow.”
“You’ll get no arguments from me,” Bo said, popping the top on a beer and taking a big swig. He slid one to Ralph, removed two additional, and then put the rest in the refrigerator.
Ralph rummaged through the paper sack. “You want Moo Goo or Kung Pao?”
“It don’t matter. We can switch up halfway.”
They both ate from the containers, as they always did, wolfing the takeout food down like barbarians.
