His mental image of the two of them re-formed so he could imagine Mike’s hand on his own cock, so excited by what he was doing that he couldn’t help touching himself. Had Mike thought about this? Had he been planning it? Had he stared up at the ceiling in his own bed, biting his lip, hand shoved in his underwear as he imagined what Ezra would taste like, how big he’d feel in his mouth?
That was enough to make Ezra’s hips jerk, Mike grunting at the sudden movement but taking it in stride, his free hand squeezing Ezra’s ass, pulling him in closer.
With a few thick, greedy swallows, Mike drew Ezra further down his throat, sucking and whimpering at the same time, struggling for breath but not backing off.
White hot pleasure swelled at the base of Ezra’s cock, and he knew how close he was now, right on the edge of coming in Mike’s mouth. He groaned, pulling on Mike’s hair to give him the hint to back off, catching his gaze as he opened his eyes again.
Mike looked him in the eyes, staring into them as though he could see Ezra’s soul, andfuck. Fuck.
A rush of white noise filled Ezra’s head, his hips jerking forward as a bright, hot flash of pleasure exploded at the back of his skull, shuddering its way down his spine and making his hips jerk forward as he came.
Mike moaned as well, moving with him, sucking and licking insistently even as Ezra’s cock twitched in his mouth, spilling over his tongue and lips. Now it was Ezra’s turn to screw his eyes shut, overwhelmed by howgoodit felt to be with Mike, to be allowed to come in his mouth, to be the first person to have him quite like this.
He couldn’t be Mike’s everything, he’dneverbe his everything, but they could have this. This simple, easy sharing of pleasure, the mattress rocking as Mike tugged himself off, too, clearly turned on by what he’d just accomplished.
Ezra gasped and whimpered his way through the aftershocks, fingers carding through Mike’s hair with all the care and tenderness in the world as he licked and sucked and cleaned him off, a final spurt escaping Ezra’s cock as Mike let the head fall free with a wet, obscene pop, his tongue darting out immediately to catch it.
The sound Mike made when he came, low and rough and dripping with satisfaction, was one Ezra planned to keep stored in his mind for the rest of his life.
He reached out to a spent, panting Mike, swiping at his lips with the pad of his thumb, cleaning him off in turn. Mike looked incredible like this, lips swollen and eyes glazed, bliss written all over his features.
How the hell could he ever give this up, now that he had it?
Panting and exhausted, Ezra flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he fought to catch his breath.Damn. Mike was good.
With a little more practice, he had the potential to ruin Ezra for all other partners. What more could he want than a man he loved who was also great in bed?
Wait.
Loved?
Ezra swallowed.
Yeah, okay. He’d kind of known that, but he hadn’t thought of Mikequitethat way before, and now that they both seemed to be more or less on the same page…
The idea of being in love with him didn’t seem like pathetic pining anymore. It was still a desperate ache in the middle of his chest, clenched around his heart, but there wasmorethis time.
Hope, maybe. The warm bubbling fizz of hope welling up in his gut, like maybe they couldhavethis, for real, and that was both terrifying and exciting.
It was too soon to say anything, and Ezra knew that, but he could still think it. When the time was right, he’d tell Mike exactly how he felt. No point in scaring him off now.
He waited until Mike had crawled up the bed to lie beside him before he evenconsideredspeaking, afraid of giving too much away.
“Could get used to that,” Ezra murmured, stretching out and curling his toes, sinking into the mattress to enjoy the distant exhaustion of a really good orgasm. “You’regreatwith your mouth.”
Mike was silent for a few moments, and then eventually hummed noncommittally.
Which was just about enough to make Ezra worry. He turned onto his side, reaching out to put his hand on Mike’s arm, just so they were touching somewhere.
“Are you okay?” Ezra asked, worried about Mike’s sudden silence and withdrawal. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Mike shook his head. “You didn’t hurt me.”
NotI’m okay.
“Tell me,” Ezra pleaded softly. The last thing he wanted was for Mike to feel like this wasjustabout sex, like he couldn’t share what he thought with him.
“I’m not gay,” Mike said. Ezra wanted to laugh, but thewayhe said it stopped him.
