David pursed his lips. Was he worried about making it home? Farzan wouldn’t mind if David stayed over. Or maybe he didn’t actually like Farzan’s cheap Malbec, maybe—
“Sure. This is nice.”
“The movie or the wine?”
“Both.” David grinned as Farzan reached for the bottle and refilled their glasses. “The company’s not that bad either.”
“Even if I’m not a critic?”
“Nah, that makes it better. Way less pressure to perform.” David winked at him.
“You didn’t have any problems in that area.”
David chuckled, and Farzan rested his head against David’s shoulder. They fit nicely, and Farzan could bathe in David’s vetiver scent. Was it cologne? Moisturizer? Both? Farzan couldn’t tell, but damn, David smelled good.
Farzan rested his free hand on David’s thigh, kneading it, while David kept playing with his hair. When they got to the scene where Toula and Ian finally got caught, and Gus freaked out, he let out a full-on belly laugh.
“Your family’s really like this?” he asked.
“Worse. But I love them.”
David hummed, shifting on the couch, adjusting his legs, and the movement made Farzan’s hand slide from David’s thigh to his cock. Farzan didn’t know if it was an accident or not, but if it was an invitation, he’d definitely take it up. One blowjob hadn’t been nearly enough time with David’s dick.
He let his fingers play around, gently tracing the warm shape in David’s pants, and David didn’t stop him, even as he began firming up. But he did look down.
“Should we pause?”
“I’ve seen it. You keep watching.”
Farzan fought with David’s zipper, and once David lifted his hips up a bit, Farzan dug his dick back out. The TV cast blue highlights over the dark brown skin and the lighter brown of the head as Farzan skinned it back. He’d been with uncut guys before, but not many, andhe hoped it wasn’t weird how much he liked it. All dicks were beautiful in their own way, but David’s? David’s was perfect. Perfect proportions, perfect balls below, perfectly warm skin, soft velvet wrapped around warm steel.
Husband dick, Arya would’ve called it. Farzan pushed the thought away. That was out of the question. Though it was hard to deny their chemistry. The little tingling in Farzan’s skin. The flame in his chest.
No, he couldn’t let himself think about that.
Farzan stroked David slowly, languidly, glancing between the movie and David’s expressions as his nostrils flared and his breath sped up.
“I really like your dick,” Farzan murmured, still resting his head against David’s shoulder.
“It likes you too.”
Farzan had never actually fooled around during a movie before. It seemed like the kind of thing you did as a teenager, but Farzan had been way too closeted to date in high school. It was kind of hot, though. Hot and fun, seeing what got David to react, even as he focused on the movie. What made him flex or clench up or sigh. He seemed to like it a lot when Farzan dug his finger in the folds of skin around his head.
“I’m getting close,” David warned as the movie neared its climax, and Farzan couldn’t have planned it better. He finished off his wine, set down the glass, and leaned in to finish David off with his mouth, shivering as David’s fingers clenched in his hair. “Fuck,” David moaned. “Fuck.”
After, Farzan straightened back up and adjusted his dick in his jeans. It was aching hard again, but he ignored it, content to rest against David.
David had other ideas, reaching for him, a warm hand against his thigh, but Farzan stopped him.
“Watch the movie.”
David huffed but acquiesced. He did lean in for a quick kiss, though. Farzan didn’t let it go on for long. While he would’ve liked to make out again, the movie was getting to the best part. He broke the kiss with asigh and cuddled up against David’s side, enjoying the rise and fall of his breaths, and the vibration of his laughter, and the soothing hand in his hair.
He hated to say it, but he might actually owe Cliff a thank you. Because if Cliff hadn’t flaked, he never would’ve met David. And this?
This felt like the start of something promising. Something real.
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