River wanted everything back. Now.
“Do you believe in an afterlife?” Newt asked.
“Hea…ven? Clowns? Shit!” He groaned. “Clouds… Bouncer at pearl-ee gates? No.”
Newt shuddered. “If there are clowns in Heaven, I’m opting out.”
“Me too.”
“A bouncer in the clouds doesn’t seem very practical, does it? If you’re not going to be let in, what happens then? You just plummet? Is part of the punishment having Heaven in front of you, then your name not being on the list for a happy ever after?”
“Why…torment…in hell? Dare…Hmm…Devil should be…happy. Has…bad guys down there. Not tor…Hmm…torture them. Praise them.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
River managed to talk about several things before they got back. Not fluently, and he got words wrong sometimes, but he felt more…normal. Newt was easy to talk to. He didn’t rush him, he made him laugh, made him laugh at himself.
They cooked together and shared a bottle of beer thatDila’s cook appeared to have accidentally left. River didn’t miss not having alcohol. He’d never been a big drinker, but he’d liked the occasional glass of wine or a cocktail. Newt left more beer in his glass than he’d drunk.
“Don’t like it?” River asked.
“Not much. The curry was delicious.”
River wondered why he’d let him pour it if he didn’t like beer.
Newt had been back and forth to the utility room to see to the washing and had remade the beds. River wished he had someone to do all that work for him. He had better things he wanted to do with Newt. He wondered about asking Newt to look up Dila, see what she’d posted and what the response was, but really, did he care? Newt moved all his things out of the room over the garage back to his bedroom, which was where River wanted him to be. Each time Newt went off to do something, River had taken off an item of clothing. Then Newt started to do the same until River was naked, and Newt was only wearing boxers. Then he wasn’t. He was on his knees in front of River.
The whisper of Newt’s breath over his cock sent shivers rippling through River’s body.
“Fuck my mouth,” Newt whispered.
Everything inside River clenched. It was a miracle he didn’t come right there and then. He threaded his fingers in Newt’s hair and with his other hand, he guided his cock past Newt’s lips. One sloppy suck was enough to set fire racing down River’s veins.
“Oh…Oh…” Words would have failed him anyway but the heat and warmth of Newt’s mouth were perfect to drive sense out of his skull.
Little by little, with each dip of his head, Newt tookmore of him in until the tip of River’s cock touched his throat. Newt choked a little and pulled back, a string of saliva and precome linking them until he licked his lips. He looked up at River and smiled.
“More,” River whispered, staring into Newt’s beautiful green eyes.
Newt stretched his lips around him and sucked slowly, moving backwards and forwards. River could feel Newt’s tongue caressing him, sliding over the head of his cock, then around the top, into the slit.Oh fuck…Newt pulled off again to grab air.
“You’re big.”
River rolled his eyes. “You have…small mouth.”
Newt chuckled. “Take charge.”
River shifted his hips faster, his dick making shallow strokes over Newt’s tongue.Fuck!He was fighting to cope with the way the nerve endings in his cock were flaring with every slide between Newt’s lips, but it was impossible. He was gasping, groaning, grunting…
Newt was making noises too, throaty purrs and occasional gagging that wound River tighter. When Newt grabbed River’s backside and pulled his arse cheeks open as he tugged him close, River couldn’t believe there was so much of himself in Newt’s mouth. He kept jerking his hips, losing himself in the pleasure of it, until he remembered Newt needed to breathe. One inhalation and then River was thrusting again, deep and hard, over and over, and it was mind-blowingly good. Right until Newt slipped the tip of one finger over River’s hole, then it was even better. River’s knees shook.
He could feel the urge to come looming over him like a threatening thunderstorm. His arms and legs tingled, synapsessnapped and he reached breaking point.God…now! Now!River pulled back and erupted all over Newt’s face, neck and chest.Shit. I should have asked.But Newt had his mouth open, catching drops of come on his tongue and smiling.You are so hot!
Except River needed more.What the hell?How could he want to come again? But he did. That familiar sensation was building in his gut. He pushed Newt onto his back and straddled him. River’s cock was still half-hard, Newt’s was fully hard.
“Want…to come again,” River blurted.
Newt wiped his fingers through the come on his chest and reached round to River’s pucker. As Newt pressed in, River pushed down. Except his muscles were not giving way easily.
