“Thank fuck,” I breathe, running my lips over the edge of his chin. His stubble prickles my skin, and I’m dimly aware that it should feel weird, but instead, it lights up some hidden part of my soul.
It’s a reminder that the person in my arms isn’t all candy floss softness I can break with my giant hands. It’s a reminder that he’sAmes.
I bite down gently on his bottom lip. His whole body bucks against mine, and he lets out a keening noise.
“Robbie. We can’t unring this bell,” Ames warns.
“Why the fuck would I want to unring it?” I kiss him soft and slow. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I want to learn. I want to make you feel good. I’ve never regretted a single experience I’ve had with you since the day you sat down across from me in eighth grade and said, ‘What’s your story, new kid?’ I can’t imagine starting now.”
Ames’s eyes are wide and yearning, and his breath hitches. “Ah, fuck. Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re gonna set some ground rules. Just to be sure that?—”
I shake my head slowly. He’s not understanding.
I drop to my knees and reach for his towel. “Ames. I need you to know I’m emotionally open to touching below the waist.”
Ames sputters with laughter, but his hand grips mine, holding me and the towel in place. “Okay, slow down. Like,waydown. Rookies don’t start at second base?—”
I palm his dick through the fabric, and he hisses. I lift an eyebrow in challenge. “Hardly a rookie, Coach. I’ve spent almost thirty years with a dick of my own, remember? I kinda know how they work.”
“Trust me when I tell you, it’s a little different with dicks that aren’t attached to your body.”
Honestly, I’m so happy Ames is agreeing, I’m not going to split hairs about this. In fact, I want to sing. Whatever way he’ll let me touch him,bewith him, is okay with me. I’d be more than fine just kissing and holding him.
“Alright,” I agree like the easygoing person I am. I brace both palms on the hard planes of his stomach, holding him in place. His dick is already hard enough to tent the fabric, even before I lean in and plant a kiss right by his belly button that makes his breath catch. “What’s my first lesson?”
It takes him a minute to find his voice, but when he does, he’s pure Ames. “I get dibs on first turn.”
He tugs me to my feet and over to the couch, positioning me carefully so my ass is practically hanging off the cushions. Slowly, carefully, he kneels between my legs. It’s awkward with one arm tucked to his chest, but he manages, and the sight of him there—Ames Axford, on his knees for me—makes my breath catch.
I protest immediately. “Ames, you’re injured. You’re not even supposed to be showering alone. You can’t possibly?—”
“Robbie.” He shakes his head. “If you knew how often I’ve thought about doing this, you’d know that if I needed to sprout fucking wings andflyin order to suck your dick, I’d do it. I promise, I’ll be careful. Okay?”
Oh.Oh.Shit. Hearing him say that, admit that… it’s a balm I hadn’t known I needed.
“Yeah,” I croak. “Okay.”
For a second, we just stare at each other. I can see the want in Ames’s eyes mixed with something that looks like disbelief, and I get it because I’m right there. I’m just so fucking lucky that after all he and I have shared, we get to share this too.
“You’re sure?” he asks quietly.
In answer, I shuck my shirt, work open my belt and the button of my jeans, then slide my pants and underwear off.
I’m already so hard it’s almost embarrassing, but the embarrassment fades quickly when I see Ames’s reaction.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, staring at my cock like he’s finally solved the puzzle andNational Treasurewas right all along. “Look at you. Shit.”
My face heats. “Ames?—”
“No, I mean it.” He looks up at me, and there’s so much intensity in those blues, it sucks the breath out of my lungs. “You’re perfect, Rob.”
“You’re just saying that because?—”
“I’m about to suck your dick?” He grins up at me, wicked and bright. So fuckingAmesthat there’s no place for nerves here, only excitement. “Yeah, I am. Lucky you, finding someone who’s in your corner and will do that, huh?”
The comment startles a breathless laugh out of me, but before I can comment, he’s leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of my dick.
“Oh, fuck.” My head falls back against the couch. Wejust started, and I’m already so fuckingherefor this, I’m genuinely afraid this isn’t going to last long.
