Heat wriggled under Tag’s skin, a heady flush of hunger that started in his lips and fingertips and settled in his balls. His stomach was still empty, but his brain had apparently downgraded that fact in favor of his libido.
Tag unbuttoned Bass’s jeans with impatient fingers and then pulled them to his thighs with one brisk yank. A low, ragged sound caught in the back of Bass’s throat as the denim scraped along his cock. He was already halfway to hard, his cock heavy and interested as it lay across his stomach.
“Since you’re the sex tutor here, any pointers?” Tag asked as he ran his hand up the inside of Bass’s thighs. The muscles twitched and tightened under his caress until his balls rested in Tag’s palm. He cupped the heavy weight of them and squeezed gently, the skin hot and fine as he kneaded them between his fingers. Bass sucked in a ragged breath and spread his legs wider. The waistband of his jeans was caught tight around his thighs, so Tag had access. “Dos and don’ts?”
Bass tilted his head back against his arms, the line of his throat drawn tight as he swallowed. “Do it, don’t bite,” he said raggedly. “Go with your instincts, Doc.”
“You’re such a dick,” Tag grumbled as he shifted position until he had one knee on the floor and his hands curled around Bass’s thighs.
“See?” Bass pulled one knee up and braced his bare foot against the couch cushion. “You’re getting the hang of dirty talk. Now tell it that it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen.”
Tag mouthed a wet kiss against the crease of Bass’s thigh. The skin was thin and smelled of sex and sweat. “I once saw a penis after a guy had tried to blow it up with a balloon pump, and then he got the valve stuck in it,” he said. “So… not so much.”
When Bass laughed, his cock bounced against his stomach. The precome was pale and slick against his skin. “Jesus fuck, Doc,” he said. “You trying to flunk this class?”
“Maybe I just enjoy the after-school lessons.”
Tag licked along the underside of Bass’s cock, the clean, musky taste of it sharp against his tongue, and sucked at the slick head as he reached it. He flicked his tongue under the glans and over the head until it was slick, wet, and pink, and Tag could taste Bass all the way back into his throat.
“Son of a bitch,” Bass groaned as he hitched his hips up off the couch. His cock pushed deeper into Tag’s mouth, hot and hard against his tongue. Tag wrapped his hand around the base and stroked up as he sucked his way down.
He pressed his tongue flat against Bass’s cock as he took as much of it into his mouth as he could. The pulse of it trembled through his jaw and down his throat with a familiar throb that made his ass clench and the afterimage of old pleasure flutter up his spine. He let the slick wet shaft slide from his mouth as he lifted his head.
Bass groaned in disappointment and then hissed as Tag worked his fist up the length of the shaft and turned his attentions to the base. He sucked at the dangle of Bass’s balls, thin, silky skin creased and folded between his lips, and worked his way up to the thick base of Bass’s cock. Tag folded his lips over his teeth. He couldn’t wrap all of his mouth around the heft of it, but he licked, kissed, and sucked his way around it.
The muscles in Bass’s stomach, tight and defined under his old shirt, tensed as Tag worked, and Bass reached down to curl his fingers around Tag’s skull. Habit made Tag tense his shoulder, but Bass just tangled his fingers through his hair.
“You’re a bad influence on me, Doc,” Bass muttered, rough and ragged in his throat. “Or a good one. That’d be worse in my line of work.”
Tag trailed wet, openmouthed, noisy kisses up Bass’s cock and twisted his hand along the length in hard, impatient strokes. It made Bass hiss and squirm under him and flex his fingers against the nape of Tag’s neck in time with each stroke.
Tag’s cock ached with a dull throb in his hips and ass, but it came second to the ragged noises he dragged out of Bass and the vulnerable sprawl of his body.
He wrapped his mouth around Bass’s cock again and sucked it into his mouth. Then he curled his tongue around it as he worked his head down, pushed it against the roof of his mouth, and traced the long ridge of veins. His fingers were slick with spit as he squeezed and stroked Bass’s cock, and after a second, he slid them down. He gave Bass’s balls, pulled tight and ready up against his body, a quick squeeze, and then followed the tight thread of nerve-rich tissue to his ass. Tag rubbed slick wet fingers around the tight pucker and then pushed one inside.
“Fuck.” Bass gritted the curse word out between his teeth. He dug his fingers into the back of Tag’s neck. “Doc. Tag. You’re going to fucking kill me.”
His body was one long, tense line of muscle, pulled tight as wire from one end of Tag’s couch to the other. His free hand was dug into the couch cushions, knuckles white under the skin. Tag lifted his head, dragged his lips slowly along the hard sides of Bass’s cock, and sucked on the head as he pushed up with his finger on the smooth curve of Bass’s prostate. All that hard muscle was undone as Bass came, wet and penny metallic as he spilled over Tag’s tongue.
Bass slumped on the couch, spent and boneless. His head was tilted back, and his throat worked as he gulped hard, as though he were the one with a mouthful of come. Tag swallowed and then pushed Bass’s shirt up his stomach. He licked his way over the fine skin drawn tight between Bass’s hipbones, dipped his tongue into his navel, and then traced sticky kisses over the thick, curved lines of ink marked on his stomach and ribs.
He got halfway up Bass’s ribs. Then Bass growled under his breath and scruffed him by the back of the neck to drag him the rest of his way up. Tag kissed him, the taste of sex slippery between their lips, and then groaned as Bass shoved a hand down his scrubs. He wrapped his long, callused fingers around his already aching cock.
“Unless,” Bass teased in his ear, “you want to get your goddamn pad Thai.”
He didn’t make Tag come up with an answer. Tag appreciated that. He wasn’t sure he could have strung the words together. He swore against Bass’s shoulder as hard strokes of his cock dragged him unceremoniously toward orgasm. It dragged at his thighs and stomach, hot and tight under his skin as he dug his nails into Bass’s shoulder. He came with a groan as he jerked his hips and spilled into Bass’s hand. It slid, sticky and slippery, down his cock.
“And for the record,” Bass said. “I wouldn’t steal your car if you paid me. I might be a criminal, but I’m not an idiot. Besides, if you had a working car, you wouldn’t need a lift in the morning.”
Tag laughed and then untangled himself from Bass so he could get up off the couch. His padded over in the kitchen, washed his hands, and ferreted out the carton of noodles from the fridge. Then he popped the lid, grabbed a fork, and went back into the main room. Bass moved his feet out of the way and then dropped them back into Tag’s lap once he sat down.
“You know, if we weren’t just casual, I’d tell you to get another job,” Bass said as he watched Tag poke through his dinner. “Shepherd might be a monster, but at least I get a lunch and he lets me clock off at a reasonable hour.”
“Just a bad day,” Tag said as he leaned back. For the first time, the sparse little apartment didn’t feel so much like a hotel room. Typical. The minute he decided to move, the place started to feel more homey. “There’s this new synthetic opioid doing the rounds. The local junkies don’t get how strong it is, so it takes them straight out. Some woman got brought in today, and it turns out her partner works in the hospital. So that was fun.”
“Yeah,” Bass said quietly. “How is she?”
“Alive. This time,” Tag said. He scowled at his noodles as he swirled them around his fork. “I didn’t know her husband, that was something, but their kid was in the day care there too. I don’t know if that’s more convenient or tragic.”
“Me either,” Bass said quietly. After a second he swung his feet off Tag’s lap and got up. He dragged his T-shirt down over his stomach and stretched lazily, all canted shoulders and unbuttoned jeans hung low around his lean hips. “I need a shower. If you finish your dinner in time, come join me.”
Tag twisted to watch Bass walk away. Then he glanced down into his pad Thai. Itwasalready cold, so it wouldn’t be any different in ten minutes.
