Slowly but surely, Julian rose from the floor, kicked his shoes off, and then dropped his pants and underwear, sighing softly as he freed his hard, leaking cock from its confines.
Isaac wet his lips, staring at the way Julian’s cock curved up toward his belly. Julian was hard and wet from sucking him off.
That was hot. Hotter than anything else Isaac could bring to mind right now.
“Come here,” he repeated, kicking his own shoes and jeans off with a little more effort, bringing his thighs closer together so Julian could straddle his lap.
Julian didn’t hesitate this time, making Isaac sigh with pleasure as they sat together, skin against skin, both of them still panting for breath.
“I wanna watch you get off,” Isaac said. “Please.”
Julian swallowed audibly, but nodded. “Yeah, I can do that. Not gonna last long, though.”
“Doesn’t matter. Just wanna look at you,” Isaac said, because hedid. He wanted to see Julian getting off, study the way he touched himself, listen to the sounds he made.
A deep, shuddering breath rattled through Julian as he shifted to make himself comfortable. Isaac hesitated a moment before laying one hand on Julian’s thigh to steady him—no, just totouchhim, because he wanted to.
It was okay to want this. Julian had shown him that over and over.
Julian leaned forward, resting his forehead against Isaac’s, their breath mingling in the few inches of space between them.
The position made this all the more intimate. More intimate, even, than having Julian’s mouth wrapped around his cock.
Isaac glanced down as Julian wrapped his fingers around himself, taking in his soft hiss. He stroked at Julian’s thigh with his thumb, wetting his lips as he watched a bead of precome well up at the tip of Julian’s cock.
The urge to taste it hit him hard, curiosity welling up inside him. Oral sex wasn’t new to him, but never with a man. He suddenly wanted to know how Julian tasted.
Another time. There’d be another time, because there was no way Isaac was ready to give this up.
Julian’s breaths came in quick pants, broken up by desperate whimpers and moans, his hips rocking into his hand even as he stroked his cock. He squeezed, twisted, spread precome down the length, and if Isaac hadn’t just come he would have been hard all over again at the sight—at thethought—of Julian getting off like this.
He hadn’t been kidding about being close, either. Isaac could feel the way his thighs were tensing, tightening around Isaac’s own, feel his movements stuttering, hear the harshness in every breath. He’d been there a thousand times, right on the edge and desperate to fall over it.
Julian’s hand moved to his jaw, tilting his face up so he could seize it in a biting, burning kiss.
Isaac’s head spun as he realized he could taste himself in Julian’s mouth. Everyone else who’d sucked his cock had been quick to go and rinse, but not Julian.
Isaac moved his hand to the back of Julian’s head, holding him in place as he sucked on his best friend’s tongue and explored the strange, new feeling of knowing so intimately that they’d been together.
A low groan pushed into his mouth told Isaac Julian had come, his hips jerking, a hot spurt of fluid hitting Isaac’s stomach where Julian’s cock had almost been brushing against it as he wriggled closer.
Arousal rushed directly to Isaac’s cock, which twitched once and then gave up. He was too exhausted for more now, but he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want it.
Right now, he would have been happy to crawl into bed with Julian and not leave until Julian had to go to work on Monday, screw the rest of the tournament.
He just… wanted to be with him. All the time. It was an impossible thought to get out of his head.
Isaac pressed one last, soft kiss to Julian’s lips before backing off an inch, his whole body tense at what he knew he was about to say.
“Hey, I love you,” he murmured in the tiny space between them, voice just barely loud enough to hear.
Julian definitely heard, though, judging by the way he gasped. He surged forward, crushing his lips against Isaac’s, still panting harshly for breath.
“Always loved you,” he said in response, the words hardly more than an exhale.
Their warmth trickled directly down to Isaac’s heart anyway, making it glow in his chest like the embers of a campfire.
He believed it, too. That Julian had loved him for a long time, even though Isaac probably didn’t deserve him.
He’d work on deserving him. As long as he got to keep him.
“Bed?” he offered.
“Bed,” Julian agreed, climbing off him and extending a hand.
Right now, Isaac would have followed him anywhere.
