Joe frowned.
Scott mentally cursed, but he couldn’t think of anything more distracting to say.
“Did you think I’d left while you were asleep?” Joe said, making his way across the room.
Scott fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. “Um, m-maybe, just for a m-m-moment, sir.”
Joe sat next to Scott on the bed. “One.” He pointed to the index finger of his right hand. “I don’t walk out on guys when they’re asleep. I may have been a bastard to a lot of men, but I’ve never been a coward.” He moved onto his middle finger. “Two. I told you earlier that you mean a hell of a lot to me, that I’m serious about you. So, I’m not going to run off; not when you’re awake, or asleep, or anything else.”
Scott sat in silence as Joe pointed to the next finger along. “Three. This is my flat. Where the hell would I go? I’d have to come back at some point, wouldn’t I?”
Scott felt the blood drain from his face. He’d screwed it all up. They’d barely been officially together a minute and he’d made a mess of it all and—
“Four.” Joe indicated his little finger. “So, about that blowjob…”
Scott frowned.
Joe grinned as he gave up counting Scott’s errors in favour of sliding his fingers through Scott’s hair and settling his hand on the back of his neck.
“I’m not going to be side-tracked out of keeping an eye on you and explaining why there’s no need for you to be scared,” Joe said. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t take you up on any offers you make whenever you’re trying to wriggle out of a lecture.”
Scott smiled. His terror drained away, leaving him light-headed with relief. “Yes, s-sir.”
Joe pulled his feet up onto the bed and made himself comfortable against the headboard. Scott didn’t need to be ordered to go down on him. He couldn’t even bring himself to wait for a more formal invitation.
“We’ll talk about how everything will work between us and what each of us should expect soon,” Joe promised, as Scott climbed over one of Joe’s legs to take his place between hisknees. “You’ll feel more at ease when everything is sorted out and you know exactly where each of us stands.”
“Yes, s-sir.”
“For now, I want you to put your hands behind your back,” Joe said.
Scott obeyed, catching his left wrist within the grip of his right hand.
“Keep them there until I give you permission to move them.”
“Yes, s-sir.”
Joe rested one hand on the nape of Scott’s neck, as if to reinforce the fact that his hands were free to do as they pleased.
“Until we’re both ready for that conversation, this will be the perfect way to pass the time. I’ve missed your mouth while you were working things out.”
Scott blushed. He couldn’t have asked for a better compliment.
“Take it nice and slow,” Joe ordered.
“Yes, s-sir.” Scott’s head was already bent so low, he was effectively whispering to Joe’s cock.
“We have all the time in the world.”
It was a reassuring sentiment. Scott caught hold of it and wrapped it around him. “Th-Thank you, sir.” On the last word, he touched his lips to Joe’s shaft in an almost chaste first salute.
There was something supremely comforting about going down on Joe. During sex, Scott inevitably became far too distracted by his own desires. Even giving Joe a blowjob turned him on so strongly he could barely keep his thoughts in order, but at least he was able to focus a little more on doing his very best to ensure Joe enjoyed himself.
Taking the tip into his mouth, Scott slid his lips down Joe’s cock, slow and deliberate. As he reached the base, he relaxed his throat. This time, luck was on his side. His gag reflexes failed tokick in. His throat welcomed Joe and let him slide in even deeper into his body.
Pulling back very gradually, Scott let Joe’s cock slip from between his lips.
Slow.
