“I bet he will.”
We got back to the shop, and Smith trailed me up to the apartment like a teenager who knew he was about to get grounded. I didn’t understand the hesitation, and I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable about anything that had happened already in the day or anything that was about to happen.
“How do you think it went with Marshall?” I asked once we were in the quiet safety of my apartment.
Smith scratched his temple. “It went better than I thought, to be honest.”
“That’s good. And how do you think it will go with Lincoln?”
“Lincoln likes everybody.”
Smith smiled and walked into my open arms. He pressed his forehead against the front of my chest, his arms limp at his sides. “I’m not worried about him.”
“You?”
“It’s a lot.”
“We can tell Lincoln to do it another day,” I offered, but Smith shook his head. “Might as well rip off the bandage or something.”
“If that’s what you want.” I dragged my hands over the top of his head, smoothing his hair back and letting my fingers trail down the curve of his neck and over the top of his spine. Smith shivered in my arms, heat radiating off of him.
“I want,” he muttered, and I knew him well enough to know he wasn’t only talking about wanting me to meet Lincoln.
“Okay.”
I placed my hands on the tops of his shoulders and gave him a gentle push down to his knees. Smith went more than willingly, wrapping his arms around the backs of my thighs and resting his cheek against my leg. I kept one hand in his hair and fought my pants undone with the other. I was soft, but I stroked my cock a couple of times anyway, easing it toward Smith’s already parted lips.
He took me into his mouth without being told, swallowing my entire length down to the root. He held me there, heavy against his tongue, knowing full well the odds of me getting hard were slim. That wasn’t his goal with the act, and it wasn’t my intention.
Smith was as overwhelmed by the events of the past two days as I was, and this was relaxing to him. This was peaceful, and I loved that I could give him this quiet safety on his knees, in my arms, or wherever our bodies found each other.
“God, your mouth.” I tightened my fingers in his hair and fucked my cock against his tongue. Smith moaned around me, blinking up with wide—and thankful—eyes. “Do you want to touch yourself?”
He nodded eagerly.
“Do it.”
He reached down with both hands and tore his pants undone in record time. Smith grabbed his balls with one hand, his cock with another, and the resulting moan he let out at first touch was enough to send a flare of interest down the length of my still mostly soft shaft. I was grateful Smith didn’t take it as an invitation to try harder. He was content to suckle on me and touch himself, and I loved that about him. I’d told him his pleasure was what mattered here, and he’d taken that at face value and never doubted me. It was because of the trust he had in me, and that I had in him, that we were able to make this work. Sometimes, it worked even in ways Ev and I never had, and that brought up all different kinds of grief that had no place in the moment when Smith swirled his tongue around my slit.
“Adventurous,” I murmured, tightening my hold in his hair and pulling him so his lips pressed against my skin. Smith liked it rough, and I was happy to give it to him the way he needed. “Are you close?”
His hands moved quickly, just out of sight, but I could tell by the hitch of his breath before he answered that he was very close to coming. We’d had a big morning, big twenty-four hours, and he obviously needed to let off some steam.
I curled my hand around the back of his head to hold him against me, and I pinched his nostrils closed with the other.Smith’s eyes went wide and he sputtered, mouth opening wider to try and catch and breath. I thrust deeper into him, the crown of my cock sliding heavy and hot against the back of his tongue. His hands moved faster as his eyes began to water and his cheeks turned the most beautiful shade of pink I think I’d ever seen in my life.
“Just like that, baby. Come for me just like that.”
And did he ever.
Smith came with a garbled cry and the graze of teeth against the base of my shaft. His entire body jerked, and I kept his nose closed off through the whole of it, only letting go once his muscles stopped jerking. When I released him, he sucked in a desperate breath so large it made him choke, and I went down to the floor with him, taking him into my arms and kissing the top of his head.
He grabbed my shirt in his hands, cum webbed between his fingers, but I didn’t mind the mess. It was easy to haul Smith into my lap, into my arms, and hold him while he settled, while he fought back tears he felt himself too brave to shed. I found comfort for myself in the weight of him, the way his chest heaved with every breath, the way he pressed his hand against my ribs to feel my heart beat in what was certainly time with his own.
“Better?” I asked once he’d calmed.
“Yes.” He blinked heavily, shoulders sagging on the exhale.
“As much as I want to let you enjoy this moment, your friend is going to be here any minute.”
