“Not really,” Tawson said. He rolled onto his side and faced Victor. He was still laying on Tawson’s left arm, but his other and came up to brush back Victor’s hair. It wasn’t really in his face, but Victor wasn’t questioning it. “I like having you here.But make sure you set your alarm.”
“Yes, sir.” Victor rolled his eyes but moved to pull his phone out of his pocket. He set it for four-thirty, knowing that would give him enough time to get back to the house and sneak in before his dad woke up at five. He smiled when he dropped himself on top of Tawson to reach across and put his phone on top of the laptop. There was no bedside table on his side.
“You have the cutest little giggles,” Tawson said. He wrapped his arms around Victor tight enough to not let him move. Not that he would fight it anyway. He let out a small squeal when Tawson flipped them so Victor was laying on his back again. Tawson held his torso up with his hands on either side of Victor, but that just pushed his hips further into Victor’s. And he could feel everything.
“Looks like someone’s enjoying himself,” Victor said.
“I could say the same,” Tawson replied. “But, you have to be awake in five hours.”
Victor pouted. Full on, bottom lip sticking out and everything. His mom always joked that he’d perfected the gimme eyes at an early age.
“What am I getting myself into?” Tawson whispered, more to himself than wanting an actual answer. He dropped his head and sealed their lips. It was hot from the start and Victor could feel both of them getting more excited. Victor lifted his hips, seeking friction. “You have no desire to sleep right now, do you?”
“Not exactly,” Victor said, slightly breathless.
“Vic, look at me.” Tawson stopped all his movements and Victor’s eyes found his. His cock jerked at the nickname. “Are you sure? Because if we cross that line… If we got caught.”
“We’re not hurting anyone,” Victor said. “It’s just us here.Please.”
Tawson smiled and kissed him once again. It was slower, more intimate than any of their others. Victor’s fingers curled around Tawson’s hips, Tawson’s hand cupped the side of his face. They both shifted their hips, seeking the same feeling of release.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Tawson whispered the words against Victor’s skin. He pulled back, sitting on his heels. He was straddling Victor’s legs. “Have you…” Victor knew what he was asking.
“I have,” Victor said. He could feel his cheeks heat and he looked off to the side. “Once.”
Tawson didn’t say anything to that confession. Victor had gotten himself off more times than he could count, as any typical teenager did, but his experience with another person was limited.
“Well, we’ll have to make that two someday, but tonight, you need to sleep. So, you just lay there.”
Victor’s heart was beating rapidly with excitement and anticipation in his chest. He watched each movement Tawson made. The way he scooted further down the bed. How his fingers felt against Victor’s skin when he ran them up his thighs and underneath his shorts. He felt chills forming wherever Tawson touched.
Without much preamble, Tawson moved his hands to hook into his shorts and tugged them down. Victor’s cock sprang free, harder than he’d ever been. It stood straight up from the patch of hair. He should have shaved when he thought about it the other day. Victor’s thoughts turned on a dime and he suddenly felt self-conscious.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Of course Tawson immediatelycaught on to the shift in his thoughts. He still had his shorts in his hands and started to pull them back up. Victor reached out his hands to stop him.
“No, don’t stop. I just- It’s silly. I just realized that I’m usually more groomed than this.”
Tawson’s eyes dropped to his cock and one hand traced up his bare thigh and over the patch of hair. Victor sucked in a sharp breath when Tawson wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed just slightly. A bead of precum formed at his slit. He couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I don’t mind,” Tawson said.
Victor watched, transfixed, as Tawson swiped his finger over his head to collect the cum already leaking. Then, in a move that nearly made Victor come on the spot, he dribbled a bit of spit right on his cock and used it as lube. The slide was everything Victor wished for.
He moved his eyes to Tawson’s hand working him over. He wasn’t very big and Tawson’s fist covered most of his cock. He was just shy of five inches and all but the head fit in Tawson’s grip. “Your balls are… Fuck. I want to lick them.”
“Please,” Victor said. He was embarrassed that this would be over within minutes. “I’m already close, Tawson.”
Tawson didn’t make him beg. He bent down and removed his hand, using his tongue to lick a stripe from balls to head. He wrapped his lips around Victor’s cock and hallowed his cheeks. Victor’s whole body jerked at the sensation. Tawson seemed to swallow him to the base with ease. He bobbed his head several times, tongue tracing the underside and against the ridge of his cockhead. It was a lot at once and Tawson wasn’t giving him a break. He pulled off with a soft pop sound, his tongue dipping into Victor’s slit. Tawson wrapped his hand back around himas his lips found his sack. He pumped his hand and sucked one ball into his mouth.
“Oh fuck! Oh god, that feels so good.” Victor’s left hand went to his own hair for something to pull. His other was on the back of Tawson’s head. He dared to open his eyes and look at what was going on instead of just feeling. He locked eyes with the older man and that was it. Without warning, he came over Tawson’s hand. His cock twitched with each wave of his orgasm, but Tawson didn’t let up. His cock pulsed once more when he realized a bit of his cum had hit the side of Tawson’s face, dripping slowly down his cheek. Tawson licked him clean, smiling and watching Victor the whole time. “That was- Yeah.”
“Better than your first time?” Tawson asked teasingly after a minute. He helped Victor pull his shorts back up and then, just so casually, swiped his finger against his own cheek and licked it clean.
“How is that so hot?” Victor was spent, but he could see the sly smile form on Tawson’s face. His eyes dropped to see his own shorts were tented. Tawson must have known what he was thinking.
“Not tonight, Vic. You really do need sleep.” He moved to lay back down beside Victor. He was all too happy to let himself be manhandled so he was the little spoon under the blanket. He could feel Tawson’s cock against his ass. It was reassuring in a strange way, knowing that he was turned on by what happened.
Chapter Six
