Joel squirmed as Quentin kissed him through the fabric of his underwear. Joel’s cock was so hard it almost hurt. His underwear was sticky with precum. Quentin pushed the waistband of his underwear away to lick at the tender skin right beside Joel’s groin, and Joel moaned.
“Yes,” he gasped. “That feels so good.”
Quentin couldn’t wait any longer. In a swift jerk, he pulled Joel’s underwear off. Joel’s cock was free. It was thick, hard, throbbing. It was smaller than his, and to Quentin, it was perfect. Joel’s pubes were trimmed so short they were almost shaved, and Quentin paused to admire the beauty of Joel’s cock before taking Joel’s balls in one gentle hand and massaging them while he took Joel’s cock in his mouth.
Joel’s blowjob for Quentin had started slowly. Quentin was immediately quick, sucking fiercely and hungrily on Joel’s cock. Joel gasped and trembled beneath him, and it was enough to drive Quentin wild. He stroked his own cock while sucking Joel’s, and he was dangerously close to cumming.
“Fuck,” Joel said. “I’m—I’m going to—”
Before he could finish his sentence, he gasped, and he came in Quentin’s mouth. Hot cum filled his mouth, and Quentin closed his eyes and kept sucking Joel’s cock, swallowing each mouthful of cum. Joel groaned and gasped, murmuring unintelligible things, his hands gripping Quentin’s hair.
When he was done, Quentin sucked one last time and then licked the head of Joel’s cock, and freed it from his mouth.
“Delicious,” he said, looking devilishly up at Joel, who flung an arm over his eyes, his cheeks bright red.
“I can’t believe I just came early,in your mouth,” Joel moaned.
“No,” Quentin said. He stretched out on the bed and kissed Joel deeply. “It was perfect. Completely perfect.”
“You’re just saying that so I don’t feel bad.”
“IpromiseI’m not. I loved that.” He gently stroked his cock as he kissed and nuzzled Joel’s neck. He felt like he had slipped out of reality, like he and Joel had fallen into an alternate universe where things like this were possible.
Quentin was dazed, dreamy. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt dissonant with what he’d known as his reality. He had crossed an intense border by doing this with Joel, and he had no regrets.
“I want you to finish on me,” Joel said.
Quentin kissed him again, which felt like such a natural thing to do. And then, kneeling above Joel, he stroked his cock until he came, spurting cum over Joel’s stomach and chest.
Joel felt like he’d had an intense workout. They showered together, and there was some bashfulness in their interactions after they came down from the highs of their orgasms. They talked about it, and neither of them regretted what they had done.
“Do you want something to drink?” Joel offered. “Water, tea, something stronger?”
Quentin took a whiskey soda, and Joel made himself a cup of coffee, with a splash of Irish liqueur. He had a feeling he’d need a bit of the burning courage to have the conversation they were about to have.
They sat across from each other in Joel’s living room, and Joel decided he owed it to Quentin to go first. “I’m gay,” he said simply. “And you are now on a list ofveryfew people who know that about me. It’s you, Ariadne Lake, and two of my lawyers. Not the two that you met. My family doesn’t know, because they are conservative Mormons, and my record label doesn’t know, because they’ve based my brand and my image on me being desirable for the female gaze. I didn’t expect to be attracted to you when we met, and I didn’t realize I was attracted to you at first. You annoyed me, genuinely and authentically, at first, but I think some of that annoyance was underscored by attraction. I acted poorly in some of our first interactions, and I’m sorry about that. I didn’t fully acknowledge it until I saw you in Tampa, talking to that girl, and I panicked. I was jealous, and it made me realize how I felt. I ran out of there, and I hoped you wouldn’t know, but then, when you found me outside, I gave in to what I wanted, and I kissed you. I’m sorry for panicking and running away. I’m sure it was very confusing, and I’m sorry for not answering your texts. I’ve acted badly, and like a coward, and I owe you a real, genuine apology.”
Quentin’s face bore a thoughtful expression as he sipped his whiskey soda. “I forgive you,” he said. “I think we were both flying blind here. I’m gay, I think. Or, I’m at least not straight. I’ve been attracted to men before, and I’ve slept with women, but, quite frankly, nothing compared to what I felt just now. I think I’ll sort out my label later, but right now, I think I also owe you an apology. I acted badly, too, and often misjudged you, and if space was what you needed to figure things out after Tampa, I didn’t give you that space.”
Joel shook his head. “I don’t think you did anything wrong. I kissed you and then ran away like a coward. I’m glad you’re here.”
“And I’m glad we were scheduled to be onFCLtogether. I don’t believe in fate, but it feels like fate.”
Joel felt himself smiling. It was the most honest conversation he’d had with Quentin, and it felt like one of the most honest conversations he’d had withanyone. It was refreshing. “I believe in fate,” Joel said, “and whether it was fate, or the workings of PR agencies and marketing execs, I’m glad that circumstances worked out for us to meet.”
Mentioning PR and marketing made him think about Shivonne, and about the bigger public world he inhabited. By the expression on Quentin’s face, he saw that Quentin was thinking about it, too. “What’s on your mind?” he whispered.
“I’m thinking about what might be next,” Quentin said.
“What do you want to be next?”
“I’d like to see you again,” Quentin said frankly. Joel appreciated his directness, especially after months of uncertainty and confused feelings. “This was great, and I’ll be honest, I don’t get to do this very often, and it was refreshing to have sex with someone who knows my name.”
Joel nodded. He understood exactly what Quentin meant. Joel’s few sexual relationships had either been anonymous or tightly locked under NDAs.
“I want to be transparent,” Joel said. “I can’t commit to anything more than hooking up.” The part of him that would require vulnerability for a more serious relationship was completely closed off with walls he’d built to protect himself. Even if he wanted to take those walls down, he didn’t know if he’d be able to. “A public relationship with another man, you or anyone else, would be too much for me right now.”
“I understand,” Quentin said, “and I agree. I’m not asking for a relationship, and I don’t even know if I’d want one. When I had the opportunity for a relationship with another man a while ago, I turned him down. I wasn’t ready then, and I’m not sure I’d be ready now. But I would certainly like to be friends with you. Intimate friends, if you catch my meaning.”
