They sat together on the couch and watched the movie together. Sometimes Fletcher would ask him questions, sometimes Taylor would do the asking. Taylor told him about the time where his family went to the zoo before his dad passed and they convinced his younger brother that they were going to leave him there with the monkeys. Jesse cried so hard that he threw up in his stroller, which made Taylor throw up after witnessing it.
Fletcher told him about how he taught himself how to swim when he was really young. His older cousins were all able to go into the deep end of the pool, and he practiced and practiced until he was able to swim from one end to the other.
“If only your family was a swimmer family,” Taylor joked.
“I love to swim, but I could never imagine doing it competitively. I prefer contact sports.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Taylor laughed.
Fletcher nudged Taylor’s jaw with his nose. Taylor turnedhis head slightly and leaned down to kiss him softly. He tasted like beer and chocolate, which combined normally repulsed Fletcher. But the taste of it on Taylor’s mouth meant it was his new favorite taste.
He slid his hand up Taylor’s chest as Taylor gripped his jaw to hold his head in place. Fletcher’s thumb brushed over the sensitive skin in the hollow of Taylor’s throat before sliding back down to cup his growing erection through his shorts.
“Fuck, Fletch,” Taylor groaned as Fletcher squeezed him. He loosened his grip on Fletcher’s jaw, and Fletcher immediately slid off the couch and kneeled between Taylor’s legs. He kissed Taylor’s knees before kissing his way up his thighs until he reached the waistband of Taylor’s shorts.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband and Taylor lifted his hips so Fletcher could pull them down a little. He gripped Taylor’s cock in his hand and leaned down to spit on the tip, using his hands to jerk him. “Can I taste you?” Fletcher asked with a lusty look in his eye.
Taylor eagerly nodded. “I’ll pause the movie,” he said quickly. Fletcher chuckled before shaking his head.
“Keep watching it,” he smirked. “You’ll barely even notice I’m down here.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Taylor said through strained breaths. Fletcher slowly leaned in and took his tip into his mouth. He sucked on the crown, lapping up the salty precome that started to leak from the tip.
Taylor’s breathing became unsteady as Fletcher continued to work his way down Taylor’s length. His mouth was open wider than it ever had been. Taylor was so big that he barely even fit. Like unnaturally big.
He slowly moved his head up and down, saliva dripping downhis chin as he ran his tongue up and down Taylor’s cock.
Taylor ran a hand through Fletcher’s hair and tried to push his head down. Fletcher pulled off. “Are you watching it?” he asked, sounding insistent.
“I’m watching you,” he said huskily. “Fuck, Fletch. There’s drool all over your chin.”
“Watch the movie, Tay,” Fletcher ordered. He cupped Taylor’s balls and looked up at him as he licked him base-to-tip. “If you don’t then I’ll stop.” He loved seeing Taylor squirm.
Taylor’s jaw clenched. “Okay,” he whispered. Fletcher waited until he looked back up at the TV before he took Taylor back into his mouth.
“Mhmm,” he hummed around him. He relaxed the back of his throat as he took Taylor deeper. He used his tongue to taste him. To memorize the way he felt in his mouth. Fletcher breathed through his nose as he started to suck. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.
He looked back up at Taylor, who was still watching the movie. Or pretending to watch it. His chest rose and fell as he tried to keep his composure. Fletcher smirked with satisfaction as he focused his attention back on Taylor’s cock.
Fletcher used his hands to jerk him as he went back to focusing on the tip. Taylor’s legs jolted slightly. “That feels good,” Taylor croaked as Fletcher slurped and licked his crown.
“Yeah, baby?” Fletcher purred. “You wanna watch me take your load?”
“Jesus, Fletch.” Taylor whipped his head to look down at Fletcher.
Fletcher began to bob his head up and down faster. He played with Taylor’s balls as he took Taylor as deep as possible, causing him to gag. Tears fell from his eyes as he focused exclusively onbringing Taylor to completion.
Taylor’s legs started to shake more, and Fletcher knew that he was close. He lifted his head and continued to jerk Taylor until he came. Fletcher opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out so Taylor could see himself shoot into Fletcher’s mouth. “Fuck,” Taylor grunted as he came in bursts. Fletcher could taste the saltiness on his tongue.
He gave Taylor a satisfied look as he locked eyes with him and swallowed.
“Holy shit,” Taylor choked. He ran his hand through Fletcher’s curls as he looked down in amazement. He cupped Fletcher’s jaw and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the saliva that had dripped down his chin and neck before pulling his shorts back up.
“Thank you, baby,” Fletcher said softly as he leaned up to kiss Taylor again.
“Hmm,” Taylor hummed. He swiped his tongue over Fletcher’s. “Thank you,” he laughed in disbelief. “Fuck, man. That was…” He laughed again.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” Fletcher admitted. “I can’t get enough of you.”
