Fletcher looked up with a suggestive look in his eye. “I’m your sweet boy, Taylor,” he whispered before kissing Taylor again through the fabric material of his sweats. He squeezed Taylor’s thighs and dug his nails into Taylor’s skin. “Let me take care of you, baby. I’ll be so sweet to you.”
Taylor wasn’t sure if he’d come in his pants just from that.
Fletcher pulled his throbbing cock from his pants and licked him from base-to-tip. He kept teasingly licking Taylor’s cock without actually taking him into his mouth. “Does this feel good, baby?” he asked Taylor. He licked the precum that had begun to leak from Taylor’s head. He took only the head into his mouth while he gripped the rest of Taylor with both of his hands stacked on top of one another.
“So good,” Taylor sighed. “You have a dirty little mouth, Fletcher,” he told him incredulously. The sight of Fletcher looking up at him with those eyes was too much to handle.
Fletcher pulled off and spit onto Taylor’s cock before stroking him a few times with his hands to spread the saliva. He licked the head again before pressing a light kiss to it. “I’ve never tasted a twenty-year old’s cock before,” Fletcher told him with a playful light in his eyes. He continued to lick, not caring how messy he was getting. Beads of spit that escaped dripped down his chin.
This was too fucking good. “How does it taste, sweetheart?”
“Do you really wanna know?” Fletcher purred.
He leaned up and grabbed Taylor’s neck as he connected their mouths in a kiss. Fletcher swirled his tongue around Taylor’s for a few seconds. Taylor hummed against his lips. Fletcher broke the kiss and sunk back down to his knees. “How was it?” Fletcher asked.
“So perfect, handsome boy.”
“I want to see if I can make you finish in twenty seconds,” Fletcher challenged him. “If you can, then you can do whatever you want to me tonight.”
“Fuck,” Taylor whispered. He honestly was worried that he would finish in less than twenty seconds. Fletcher was unfairly good at giving head. Taylor silently gave him a nod of approvalbefore Fletcher went to town on his cock.
Taylor tried his hardest to conceal his grunts as Fletcher quickly took him into the back of his throat. Taylor was actually worried Fletcher was going to really choke. He bobbed up and down, sucking and messily slurping him.
“Good job,” he praised. Taylor couldn’t stand how hot he looked like this.All mine, Taylor thought. He was growing more possessive of Fletcher by the day. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking good at this. I wonder what Daddy would do if he knew his golden boy liked to get on his knees and choke on my cock,” Taylor panted.
“Mhmm,” Fletcher moaned, which made Taylor come instantly.
“Oh, fuck,” Taylor groaned as he thrusted himself into Fletcher’s throat. He opened his mouth wide, Taylor could watch himself fill Fletcher up.
Fletcher smiled at Taylor as he swallowed all of it. He leaned down bobbed his head over Taylor’s cock a few more times just for the hell of it before he pulled off and tucked Taylor back into his sweats.
Taylor expected him to stand up and go back to his seat, but he still had somewhat of a primal look in his eye when he grabbed Taylor’s hand and guided it to his hair. Taylor brushed the mess of his curls back as Fletcher kissed both of Taylor’s knees and then his thighs. “I’m your golden boy, Tay,” Fletcher told him softly. He leaned up and pulled Taylor down again to finish his work in progress of a hickey beneath Taylor’s earlobe. It felt possessive the way he held Taylor and sucked at his skin.
“My golden boy,” Taylor repeated to him.
“Yourboy, Taylor,” Fletcher told him insistingly. “Nothis.”
Taylor frowned. Fletcher sounded kind of upset.
“Fletcher I…” Taylor tried to apologize, but Fletcher wouldn’t let him. He nipped at Taylor’s skin before looking at Taylor with a weird look in his eye. A look that told Taylor he was hiding something important from him.
Taylor cupped his cheek and smiled at him before kissing him tenderly. “Tell me I’m yours,” Fletcher asked him softly against his lips. Sounding a little insecure.
“Fletch, you’re… I…” Taylor shouldn’t have even brought that fucker up. That was the one thing he knew Fletcher didn’t want to be worrying about while he was with him. He just didn’t understand why this stuck such a nerve with Fletcher.
“Fletch, I want you,” Taylor assured him. “I fucking mean it when I tell you that you’re mine. You’re my boy. You’re my heart, Fletcher. God, I fucking…” Taylor paused. Because he was really close to saying something big. And he didn’t know if it was time. He held Fletcher’s face as he leaned in to kiss him. “You don’t need to do anything to earn my affection.”
Fletcher looked like he could cry. He nodded. “I don’t know what got into me. God, I just… I need to know that what we have isn’t conditional,” he told him as he gestured between the two of them. “I don’t want anything to be held over my head. If I mess up or say the wrong thing…”
Taylor’s heart clenched. The thought of Fletcher’s parents’ love being conditional made him sick to his stomach. He of all people knew that love should never be conditional or held over your head. Taylor wanted to tell Fletcher that he loved him. That the love he had for him was unconditional. That he saw how hard he worked. That he was proud. He’d never been told any of those things growing up and it really must’ve screwed things up for him when it came to big feelings or commitment.
Taylor gulped. “Nothing you do or say will change the wayI feel about you, Fletcher. You mean so fucking much to me. More than anything else in the world. You’re more than just a prize to flaunt or show off. You’re fucking amazing at hockey. You work harder than anyone I know. You’re my idea of perfect.Mygolden boy.”
“Yeah?” Fletcher let out a sigh of relief, looking like he had been snapped back into reality. “I’m sorry for freaking out. I think I really just needed to hear that.”
“You’re mine, Fletcher. No one else gets to have you. In any way. Not anymore, baby.”
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