“Yeah, after I said it I was like,damn, dude.But really, we can do this instead of a movie.”
“You wanna put on your history podcast?”I asked as a compromise.He was really into this YouTube channel that always had historians talking about crazy shit; I actually got into one about Genghis Khan a few days ago.
He shook his head, though.“No.I wanna know which one of these characters you’re gonna romance.No vampire this time.”
So we talked about which characters in the game were the most fuckable, and whether I should take the dark path or the light path; as expected, he had a trouble going dark in video games.I laughed but admitted I did too.
I leaned against his arm at some point.God, he was always so warm, and he smelled so good.Probably just me associating his soap with sex at this point, but still, it was really nice.The urge to put aside the controller and crawl into his lap was mighty…
But no.No, I could resist.I could sit here and have a conversation about video game morality and not jump him.Because I was in control, and I was taking it slow.
I should tell him that, actually.Fuck.
“You okay?”He asked, after I died in the same fight for the fifth time.
“I can’t figure out the boss’s attack pattern,” I complained.
“No.I just mean, you seem a little tense.”
I shrugged.“I’m good.”
He leaned over and kissed my temple, then nuzzled my hair with his forehead.“You sure?”
His breath on my skin sent heat crawling up into my cheeks.And down into my dick.I was usually half-hard when he was around, anyhow, but the second he focused his attention on me…
“Because you don’t seem sure.”
“I’m sure.”But I smiled.Funny, how I’d been so sure he didn’t know me for so long.And now look at him after barely a month of hanging out regularly as adults.
“I’m pretty good at relieving tension,” he whispered, then laughed.
I paused the game again and turned my face up and over to kiss him.I mean, honestly, I wasn’t made of stone.
His pretty lips slid over mine and found a good position, then parted.His tongue slipped past my front teeth to curl upward, tickling the roof of my mouth right behind them.He leaned into me, and I slid my near arm around his neck, the controller forgotten in the other hand in my lap.
“Mmmm,” I hummed, just enjoying the way he made my skin feel electrified, my cock and balls heavy against my fly, with just a kiss.I closed my lips and said into his, “I can play the game later."
"No," he said with a silent laugh.“You keep playing.Just relax.”
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, but he kissed me again, this time sharp and hard.I melted into it, but he pulled away too quickly, pushing off the back of the couch to sit at the edge.His mouth was all pink from kissing, wet and smiling like he knew the dirtiest secret in the world.
I laughed.“What are you doing?”
He slipped off the couch, onto his knees, then leaned both his arms on mine.The look he gave me over the rim of his dark glasses was so intense, I thought my face was gonna burst into flames.I let my knees fall apart in a silent invitation—I couldn’t think of any words, for once in my damn life—and he took it, slipping between them and pushing them wider.Then he leaned forward, untucking my white tank top and pushing it upward, then burying his face in my belly.
He licked around my navel, then sucked right above it, fingers pulling at my button, then my zipper.“Can I?”he murmured into my rapidly heating skin.
“Fuck yes, you can,” I huffed, laughing.
He chuckled too, hot puffs of air against my belly.Then he unzipped my jeans and pulled the fly wide apart, so he could get his face in there.He mouthed my bulge as it stretched the cotton of my shorts tight, breathed hot on it, nuzzled it.
I ran one hand through his dark hair.“You came in hot, huh?”
“Very.”He sat up and took off his glasses.
I set them on the end table, and when I looked back at him, he handed me the controller.“Go ahead,” he said.
“You want me to keep playing my game while you suck my dick?”I was grinning so hard.Holy shit.
