“I know,” Julian said softly. “I’m not expecting anything. I can back off if I’m making you uncomfortable.”
Isaac shook his head. “No, I… this is nice. I like this,” he said, suddenly feeling like the shy little boy he once was, before he’d even met Julian.
“Iwasgonna offer to suck your cock, if you want.”
Sudden tension pulled Isaac’s belly tight, the immediate flare of arousal making him squirm just the tiniest bit. That was hard to say no to.
“No pressure,” Julian said. “And it’s just for you, no need to do anything but sit back and enjoy it.”
Isaac swallowed. He didn’tdeservethis, or Julian’s kindness in general, but he wanted it.
He nodded, unable to bring himself to refuse. He could already feel blood rushing to his cock at the thought of having Julian’s mouth on him again, memories of the last time flooding back.
Julian beamed at him, kissing his lips softly before sliding off the couch to kneel between Isaac’s spread thighs, already tense with anticipation.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Julian reached out and cupped Isaac’s half-hard cock through his jeans, pushing the heel of his palm firmly against it. Isaac wriggled, biting his lip already, Julian’s confidence with touching him turning the slow-burning embers of arousal in his gut into a full-blown blaze.
“You’re so responsive,” Julian said, awe in his voice.
Isaac had never heard that before, but it sounded like a good thing. No one had ever really… paused and appreciated his body before. He’d always been quick to make it aboutthem, and what they wanted, but Julian…
Julian had allowed him to sit back and reassess, and he really, really liked being taken care of for once. If Isaac had known this was how sex with guys would feel, he would have tried it a lot sooner.
Isaac let a soft little whimper escape him as Julian flicked open the button of his jeans, figuring Julian would like that. He wanted Julian to enjoy this, too, even if he wasn’t exactly up to the kind of enthusiastic, athletic sex he suddenly, desperately wanted to have with him.
They hadn’t hadnearlyenough sex for Isaac’s taste yet, but that was his fault, and he’d start fixing it after the tournament. He just needed to get this weekend over and done with.
Assuming Julian still wanted him after this.
With the way Julian’s fingers were sending sparks of pleasure bouncing all over Isaac’s skin as he pushed his jeans down and out of the way, Isaac hoped he would. He had other reasons, too, but he’d never known sex could feel thisgood.
It was good because of Julian. Not even necessarily because he was a man, but because of who he was,howhe was. His kindness and thoughtfulness shone through in everything he did. Offering to suck his tired boyfriend’s cock with no thought of getting anything in return included.
“Hips,” Julian demanded, dragging Isaac out of his thoughts and all the way back to the present. Isaac obliged, lifting his hips up so Julian could pull his jeans and underwear down in one fluid movement, pushing them past his knees to pool around his ankles.
He felt ridiculous like this, spread out on his couch with his legs trapped in his pants, rapidly-hardening cock on full display.
The look Julian was giving him made it all worth it. A wave of lust rolled through him, fueled by the way Julian’s eyes raked over his body, finally settling on his cock.
Julian wet his lips, his pink tongue just barely peeking out from between them.
“You’re so pretty,” Julian said softly, shuffling closer. He pressed a kiss to the inside of Isaac’s thigh, day-old stubble scratching against the sensitive skin there, making Isaac shiver.
He reached out to put a hand in Julian’s hair, remembering how nice it’d felt when Julian had been doing that to him. Even if it was just this, he wanted to give back.
Soft lips kissed their way up his thigh, Julian’s agonizingly slow progress making Isaac shift restlessly, a low throb of need making his balls ache. Isaac moaned as Julian’s cheek brushed against them, already desperate.
Julian laughed.
“Someone’s enjoying this,” he said teasingly, finally turning his mouth toward Isaac’s cock. So close that Isaac could feel the heat of his breath ghosting over his skin, but not closeenough.
Julian hovered closer to him, breathing short, hot breaths over him on purpose, making Isaac bite down on his lip. A whimper escaped him, an unmistakable sound of need, and Julian only hummed in response.
Isaac was going to die like this. Waiting for Julian to do something,anything.
“Please,” Isaac whispered, any concerns about his dignity long gone.
He wanted to come in Julian’s mouth. That was all he could think of right now. How soft Julian’s lips were, how good his tongue had felt on him last time, how desperate he was to get off.
