Taylor: Are you busy right now?
Fletcher: *1322
Taylor: What is that supposed to mean?
Fletcher: Let yourself in. Don’t forget to take your shoes off.
Taylor: Are you asking me to come over?
Fletcher: Attachment:One Image
Fletcher: *1322. Shoes off!
Taylor’s mouth dropped open as he clicked on the image to see the nude that Fletcher had sent him. He was hard, and now Taylor was too.
Taylor grabbed his jacket and his keys as he ran up the creaky wooden steps and headed to the garage. He hopped into his truck and started the engine before quickly speeding over to Fletcher’s.
He punched in the code to his front door and quickly took his shoes off before speed-walking into Fletcher’s bedroom. Fletcher was sprawled out on his bed, completely naked with a suggestive look on his face. He had his hand wrapped around himself as he looked up at Taylor and smiled. “Hey, baby.”
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered before he shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his shirt off. Fletcher sat up and reached over to unzip Taylor’s jeans with no sense of urgency. He placed a kiss on Taylor’s stomach.
“How long have you been like this?” Taylor asked as he tugged his pants down and leaned down to give Fletcher a quick kiss on his lips. Fletcher wrapped his arms around Taylor and pulledhim down on top of him. He ran his hand through Taylor’s hair and kissed him on his temple. “Since you first texted me,” he answered. “I’ve been edging myself.”
“Fucking hell, Fletch.” Taylor reached down to stroke him. “Sit up against the headboard for me. Pull your knees up but keep those legs spread.”
Fletcher rolled out from under him and scooted up to the headboard. Taylor moved in between his legs and kissed the inside of his thigh.
“I need your mouth on me,” Fletcher said hoarsely. “I’ve already waited thirty minutes.”
Taylor leaned up and kissed him. “How much longer do you think you could last?” He challenged. Fletcher groaned and reached down to grab himself, but Taylor quickly grabbed his wrist. He pinned the wrist behind Fletcher’s back as he leaned in to kiss his neck.
“Baby, please,” Fletcher whined. “This is really fucking painful.”
Taylor kept kissing his neck as he snickered. “Answer the question, Fletcher,” he told him more assertively.
Fletcher let out a frustrated grunt. “Not long. Please suck me.”
Taylor kissed his way down to Fletcher’s cock before fully taking him into his mouth. His head moved up and down as Fletcher let out a series of audible gasps. “That’s good, baby. Fuck. Your tongue is like fucking heaven.”
Taylor loved the way Fletcher called him baby. He had never been the type to throw around pet names while he was with other girls. Not even Emogen. But when Fletcher did it nearly made him finish hands free.
Taylor could tell Fletcher was close to finishing. His legsbegan to shake. He put his hand on Taylor’s cheek and tried to insert his thumb, but a third voice caused them both to freeze.
“Armstrong, you home, man?” Douglas called out.
Fletcher pushed Taylor’s head back down. “Please just finish me off. He’ll go away,” he whimpered. Taylor didn’t know if he could believe him, but he really didn’t want to stop sucking Fletcher off.
Taylor hummed as he quickly started to move up and down again. Fletcher thrust his hips up to get deeper.
“Armstrong?” Douglas called out again.
Fletcher threw his head back on his pillow and rubbed his eyes. “Fucking fuck.”
Taylor reluctantly pulled off.
“No fucking way,” Fletcher groaned again. Taylor couldn’t help but smile in disbelief.
“Looks like you’ll have to wait a little longer, sweet boy.” Taylor quickly crawled off the bed and slipped back into his jeans, pretending to ignore the way his cock protested the moment it had been constricted by the denim. If Fletcher had to wait, then so did he.
