“Are you sure?” Tawson’s voice was breathy and strained. Victor applauded himself at the twitch of Tawson’s cock against his lips. His eyes fluttered closed at the taste, the smell. The feeling. He was giving his first real blow job. The thought spurred him on. He doubled his efforts, grateful when Tawson finally started to do what he asked.
Tawson’s hands were on either side of Victor’s face, holding his head still. The first thrust of Tawson’s hips came quickly and Victor adjusted his position again to take him as far into his mouth as he could. He could feel him hitting the back of his throat each time.
He closed his eyes, determined to not fuck this up. Hebreathed deeply and evenly through his nose. It was easier to focus on that when Tawson was doing most of the work. He just had to stay still. Tawson suddenly stood up, changing the angle of Victor’s head. The quick change without Tawson missing a thrust had Victor’s own dick jerking and leaking on the floor. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was Tawson. His body was so fucking hot, abs contracting, muscles working, jaw slack.
“I’m going to come soon,” Tawson said. “Touch yourself, baby. I want you to come with me.”
Victor did just that. He wrapped his hand around himself, surprised at how much he’d been leaking. Victor’s shaft was hot in his hand, stiffer than he’d ever been before. He loved the feeling of Tawson using him, the way his hips bucked forward. His own orgasm was building quickly and he twisted his fist, squeezing on the upstroke.
“Fuck, Princess. Fuck, fuck.” The word chanted on Tawson’s lips, over and over as his hips stuttered and then he pushed as far into Victor’s mouth as he could. He felt the hot cum hit his throat and he instinctually swallowed, which elicited a long moan from Tawson. He sped up his own hand and pulled off of Tawson’s cock when his orgasm hit. He let out a small cry of intense pleasure, not able to contain the noise.
His orgasm seemed to last forever. He painted the floor in front of him and swallowed again. Tawson’s taste was still on his tongue. Victor smiled and opened his eyes when he could catch his breath again. Tawson was sitting back on the edge of the bed.
“Are you okay?” Tawson asked. He took Victor’s hands in his own and pulled him to his feet and then on to his lap. He sat sideways across both his legs.
“More than,” Victor said. He rested his head against Tawson’s shoulder. “That was hot.”
“It was for me too,” Tawson said. He stood up, holding Tawson bridal style with seemingly no problem. He maneuvered them into the bathroom and set him down, handing over the tooth brush once again. They brushed their teeth together and then Tawson directed Victor to lay down while he cleaned up the floor.
Victor’s cheeks heated with embarrassment and Tawson must have seen it. He tossed the cleaning wipes into the trash can and then came back to the bed. “Don’t do that. Don’t feel embarrassed. Watching you come like that, that was everything.”
Just as they settled back on the bed, Victor’s phone chimed with a notification. He groaned, the last thing he wanted to do was move. “I think that might be your queue that you should head back home. Your family might wonder where your car is.”
“Just a few more minutes,” Victor said. He felt Tawson’s lips press against the top of his head and he held him a bit closer.
“A few more minutes.”
Chapter Ten
~ Victor ~
“How is the roommate?” His mom asked Sunday. They were sitting on the porch in the chairs, a small table between them. He’d been up for hours already, helping with the horses and turning them out into the pasture for the day. Some of the horses were taken out to the back pasture earlier in the morning but had since been returned to the paddock. They were happily grazing, back with their two friends who had an equally exciting day. Two of Zaya’s kids from California came out for the weekend. It was part of her program she started with Victor and Paxton’s dad to continue helping the Shining Stars Orphanage, a place Zaya used to volunteer at before she left the state. They would bring one or two kids out for a weekend to “live” the ranch life. They would meet the horses, play with Chauncey, and run around and just be a kid in a completely new environment. It was a great thing but Victor was tired after helping all day.
And he didn’t see Tawson once. Which, yeah, needy, but he had in his head last night that they were going to spend the whole weekend together. And Tawson didn’t have a car.They’d texted a few times and Tawson said he was just going to hang around the house for the day and get some grading done for his classes. Maybe it was stupid of them to drive home together. If his mom questioned it, he didn’t have an answer. “It didn’t start,” seemed logical enough. Maybe.
“He’s alright,” Victor said after a few seconds. He’d taken a sip of his sweet tea to come up with a believable half-truth. His roommatewasalright. In the fact that Victor barely saw him. He’d been to the dorm twice while Victor was there. And never stayed long. The second time had been to video chat with his family. He showed them around and introduced Victor as well. He’d left an hour later.
Most nights, Victor would either be on the couch or in his bed, texting or talking on the phone with Tawson. He’d fallen asleep more than once in the middle of a conversation and woke up the next morning with aGoodnight, Princesstext. It gave Victor butterflies every time he heard or read the pet name.
“Such a conversationalist,” his mom said. He glanced over at her and saw how her eyebrows were raised in a sarcastic tone. He rolled his eyes.
“He’s great, actually. Keeps the place clean, lets me pick the movie or show, we have similar interests. Doesn’t use up all the hot water in the shower. Doesn’t bring anyone home.”
He wouldn’t mention the fact that his… He wasn’t sure what Tawson was to him. But he wouldn’t mention that he’d been over more than once. Nothing happened, but he wouldn’t be against something happening in the future. It wasn’t for lack of inviting him over. That offer was given almost every day when Victor knew Tawson was about to head back to the ranch. Victor loved their weekend nights, but he was getting greedy for more.
“And you’re being respectful too?” his mom asked. Victor rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Mom. I’m mostly in my room anyway. I do a weekly study group with some other students but that’s about it. Joe’s come over a few times. It’s pretty chill.”
“That’s good. And how are your classes going?”
“Not too bad,” he said. “It’s still pretty early in the semester but I’m taking my easier classes right now. I’ve been giving myself a couple of hours in the evening to study and work on my stuff so I’m doing alright.”
Victor looked out off the front porch toward the road that led to the main one. He could see someone in the distance. It only took a second to realize it was Tawson. It was hot as hell outside in the late August heat. His mom must have seen him at the same time because they both stood up.
“I’ll go see if he needs something,” Victor said. He had his keys in his pocket because, well. He was hopeful that he’d find a reason to leave.
“Why wouldn’t he drive his car?” His mom asked. She took both of their empty cups.
