Nerves may have had a lot to do with our recent uptick in sparring sessions that eventually lead to me fucking him on every previously un-christened surface of his—soon to beour—remodeled apartment. I’m honestly shocked the choker hasn’t left any visible bruises around his neck. There are bruiseselsewhere, but those places are strictly for my fuckin’ eyes only.
When I find Gannett, he’s in the men’s restroom, splashing his face with water. Coming up behind him, I rest my chin on his shoulder, and sigh. He admires our reflections, leaning back into me.
“Doomsday approaches,” he muses, interlacing his fingers with mine, tugging my knuckles to his lips and kissing them. “If I, uh,vomit in the dining room, do you think that’ll put a damper on T-dawg’s big day?”
I shrug. “Probably a little, yeah.”
He spins, resting his palms on my chest, peering up at me. “Back when I was younger and snarkier,” he hums, like he isn’t still fuckin’ snarky, “Evan used to threaten to drown me in toilet water. I was never terrified of him then, so why am I now?”
“Because he matters to you, thus the opinion he has of you holds significance. And what I did to him was completely abhorrent, so it’s possible that hesayshe’s over it, but he really isn’t…”
Gannett nods, gnawing on his lower lip. “I love my brother, and I love you too. A part of me worries that he won’t fuckin’ get it, you know? His temper is—well, it’s fickle.”
I snort. “I know about the temper.” I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“How are you so calm about this?” Gannett whines, his face pressed into my t-shirt.
I chuckle. “Calm? Christ, Wee-Waters, there’s nothingcalmabout me. I’m just better at masking my emotions. It’s—it was a coping mechanism.”
“Well, I could use a fuckin’ coping mechanism right about now,” he huffs. I shift us over, reaching out so I can slide the bolt lock into place. “What are you doing?” he rears back, arching an eyebrow up at me.
“Sit up there.” I nod at the counter next to the sink. “Pull your pants down. I’m about to show you a coping mechanism.”
His eyes widen and he unbuttons his jeans, pushing those and his underwear down to his knees, and then sits on the countertop.Obedient fuckin’ thing.He’s not hard yet, but that just means I’ll feel him as he fills up my mouth. It waters just at the thought of it.
“Gordy!” he gasps, when my hand curls around his semi-flaccid shaft. “Everyone is right out there!” He gestures towards the door.
I snicker. “Well, aren’t you super observant? I guess I don’t have to point out that I also locked the fuckin’ thing. You know, up until now, I was starting to think you actually liked the thrill of potentially getting caught. The road head, the getting fucked behind the bleachers, the face-fucking in the gym… you justlovedit then.”
He puffs out a breath, loosening up a little as I stroke him dry—rough, the way he likes it. “Fair point. I do indeed enjoy that little kink.”
“You also like being called a filthy little cumslut,” I add, a smirk spreading on my lips.
He nods. “Correct.Loveit, actually.”
“You enjoy being fed your own cum,” I continue, feeling him grow harder in my palm.
He pops a shoulder. “Eh, mine or yours. Doesn’t matter. I don’t discriminate.”
“Well, right now I intend to treat you to yours. So, how about you sit back and let me suck you off, Gannett. Hmm?” His dick twitches with need on the heels of my proposition.
“Oh, uhm, okay, but—” Whatever words of protest he has die on his lips when I sink my fingers in his mouth, shutting him up. He groans, his tongue lashing against the forceful entry. He squirms as I smear his pre-cum soaked tip over my lips, and he whines when he watches my tongue dart out to lick it off.
My eyes roll back when I realize… I can taste the fuckin’ pineapple.
In a swift motion, I bend again, tilting my head so I can lick up his entire length, base-to-tip, before sucking his shiny, swollen head in my mouth, teasing him with my tongue. He whimpers against my fingers, his jaw fluttering as he fights the urge to clamp down with his teeth.
I purse my lips around his shaft, suctioning as my head bobs up and down his length. With my free hand, I reach between his thighs, lightly tugging on his balls. His hands fall to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, digging for purchase. The pain from him fisting my hair sends jolts of pleasure skittering down my spine—reminding me that not every touch equals the bad kind of pain.
Gannett would never intentionally bring me the bad pain. I love him, and he loves me. Hechooses me. I swallow down the rush of gnawing guilt that he is faced with standing up to Evan today forchoosing me.
With growing need to remind him that I’m worthy, I increase my pace. He lets his jaw fall. “Unngh!Oh my gaw,” he mouths around my fingers.
I pop off his dick, a trail of spit dangling between us. “You okay?” I check in with him.
I feel him nod vigorously. “Yesh, oh my gaw, sho goo,” he tries to speak, but the panted words come out only half-intelligible with my improvised gag in the way. He nudges his hips up for encouragement.
“Christ, I wanna fuck you so goddamn bad right now,” I murmur.
