“Mm,” I hummed, pressing my mouth against his left hip bone. “Can I go down on you?”
“Fuck yes,” Rowan grunted, bringing his elbows from underneath his body to lie flat. The slight tremor in my hands betrayed my nerves as I tugged his jeans open and pulled the denim down just enough to reveal his hard-on, stretching the material of his underwear.
Rowan lifted his hips, a silent invitation to pull his jeans down properly. I tugged them to his thighs, eager to get the awkward bit over as quickly as I could – for both our sakes. Tugging firmly, I pulled his underwear down and took his cock into my mouth before either of us could think too much about it.
“Max,fuck,” Rowan grunted, and I felt him flinch. After a few testing sucks, I pulled back to tease him. I slid my tongue up his length, enjoying the breathy sighs and groans of weak protest. I wasn’t usually a big fan of giving head. In the past it was more because I felt it necessary rather than reallywantingto do it, but with Rowan it felt different. I was enjoying his response to me far more than I’d ever expected to.
Before long, there was a distinct saltier flavour and I decided maybe it was time to get on with actually sucking him. I only took an inch or so in at a time at first, concentrating on breathing through my nose. Rowan placed a hand on the back of my head, fingers running through my hair. He didn’t push me to take it in deeper, but I took it as a hint that he wanted me to. I kept one hand at the base of his cock, steadying it whilst using the other to stroke up and down Rowan’s abs. I took him deeper and sucked harder, ignoring the painful protest from my jaw.
Rowan was panting and moaning softly with every bob of my head now. He wasn’t going to hold out much longer. When he mumbled something incomprehensible, and I pulled my mouth free for a second.
“What?”
“I said ‘don’t stop’!” Rowan groaned desperately. I immediately sucked him in again, pushing him closer to his end. The ache in my jaw had long since developed from a niggling annoyance to fully-fledged pain. I braced myself, feeling Rowan’s abs tense.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he managed to grunt before I felt his hips jerk and the familiar spurting sensation filled my mouth. I swallowed it down, but continued to suck him gently until I felt his body relax.
I sat up and wiped my mouth. Rowan rubbed a hand over his face and pulled his jeans and boxers back up. His head flopped back on the bed, and he sighed, eyes closed. “Fuck me, that was good.”
I was harder than perhaps I’d ever been, but whilst my mind said ‘yes’, my body ached with exhaustion. I glanced over at the clock – four AM.
I crawled forwards and leaned in for a kiss. Rowan hesitated and I smirked, knowing he was thinking about what I’d just had in my mouth. I pushed forwards, sliding my tongue between his lips. I barely held back a laugh, hearing him protest weakly as he tasted himself on me.
Our kissing grew steadily lazier and soon Rowan was falling asleep. I got up and tugged my jeans off. Feeling my weight shift next to him, Rowan stirred.
“What time is it?” he groaned; voice thick with sleep. He rubbed his face and yawned. “Do you want me to go?”
“It’s gone four, just stay,” I replied, pulling the bed sheets back and clambering beneath them. “You won’t get a taxi anyway.”
“That’s a good excuse,” Rowan mumbled with a smile, face half-covered by one of my pillows. I felt his body shift in close to me, still wearing his jeans. I reached over and dragged his arm across me, then let myself sink, deeper and deeper into the dark quicksand of sleep until I was completely lost.
Chapter Six
I was woken the next day by bright winter sunshine glaring through a crack in my curtains. I knew, without even looking at my alarm clock that meant it was too late to still be in bed. We only ever got sun on this side of the building after lunchtime.
I groaned, sitting up on my elbows and waited for the hangover to hit me. My head ached a little, but I was pleasantly surprised to feel unusually refreshed given how drunk I had been the night before. I flopped back down in bed and rolled over, memories crashing over me like a wave.
Rowan was gone – not that I expected him to still be here. I must have been out cold, as I hadn’t been aware of him leaving. I felt a strange sadness tugging in my chest, wishing he’d woken me to say goodbye. Before I had a chance to linger on those feelings too long, noises from the lounge distracted me.
I could hear the telltale signs of cups of tea being made – the clinking of cutlery and the dim roar from the kettle. There were voices too, only murmurs. Not nearly enough to be able to tell who it was.
Reluctantly I pulled myself from my bed, throwing the sheets off and swinging my legs over the side. I shivered, getting to my feet and grabbing a hooded jacket and jogging bottoms that were slung over the back of a chair. I tugged them on and sleepily shuffled out into the hall, yawning widely. The living room was warm and cosy, but I could still detect the faint remains of alcohol underneath the comforting breakfast smells.
“Good morning, or rather goodafternoon.” Louise grinned at me over the back of the sofa.
“Christ, what’re you still doing here?” I teased, slumping down next to her. She gave me a playful shove.
“Cheeky bastard. We stayed over last night. Jackie and I were far too drunk. There was no way we could have found our way home. Besides, half our stuff is still packed up from our trip.”
I glanced around the sitting room. “Where’s Jackie?”
“She’s headed home. She has something planned with her family today,” Louise replied, tucking her knees up underneath her and blowing on her cup of coffee before taking a sip.
“Oh right.” I paused, glancing at the clothes Louise was wearing. No longer adorned in her party dress, she was now dressed in an oversized hooded jacket and tracksuit bottoms. They were my clothes.
“Sorry, I snuck in and borrowed them earlier. I hope that’s alright.” Louise grinned sheepishly, following my line of sight.
“Of course, no problem. I didn’t hear you come in,” I laughed, ruffling my hair.
