Page 26 of Toren

“Not that you had to…go through it.”

“All I could think about was you.” Andrew pulled down Toren’s fly and reached into his pants. He grabbed Toren’s cock and Toren let out a breathy gasp, arching into Andrew’s hold. “All I could think about was this cock.”

“What about it?”

“Sucking it.”

Toren curled his hands around Andrew’s shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. Andrew didn’t need any additional instruction, taking Toren’s cock into his mouth and sucking until his cheeks hollowed. Teeth scraped the top of Toren’s shaft, but he didn’t hate the sharpness. His hips bucked and he thrust deeper into Andrew’s stretched and waiting mouth.

Toren closed his eyes and sighed happily, listening to the wet sounds of Andrew’s mouth as he sucked Toren’s cock. He threaded his fingers through Andrew’s hair and guided him gently up and down and up and down until Toren was embarrassingly close to coming.

“Stop, stop.” He tugged until Andrew pulled away, spit smeared across his chin and lips swollen.

“What do you want?” Andrew asked him, jaw slack and gaze upturned.

What didn’t Toren want?

He wanted Andrew every which way imaginable and then a few more for good measure. They only had a weekend, but it felt like all the time in the world. He stroked his dick, pulling his shaft down before letting it pop back up into the narrow space between them.

“I want to sit outside with you,” he said, even though it was the riskiest answer. “I want to have a beer with you and ask you about your day.”

“My day just got exponentially better when you arrived,” Andrew told him.

“So did mine, but…”

“Not just sex,” Andrew said.

Toren swallowed hard, fingers itching for a cigarette. “Is that okay?”

“Is it okay if I propose that we come first and talk after?” Andrew palmed himself, body moving like he had no control over his hips. “I want what you want, but I can’t think straight.”

“Stand up and make us come, then.”

Andrew jumped up, his pants falling to his thighs as soon as his legs straightened. He took his cock and Toren’s into his hand, the spit from the blow job enough lube to slick his fingers as he stroked them both toward a quick orgasm. They stayed face to face like that, noses pressed together and lips slightly parted but still too far for a kiss. Toren’s eyes were open, but Andrew’s were not, an adorable furrow appearing between them right before he warned of his release.

Andrew came first, cock pulsing against Toren’s shaft like a heartbeat. Hot strings of cum smeared between their dicks and then Andrew’s fingers tightened and twisted and Toren came next. They came together, Andrew’s shaking hand working both of them empty to the point of being able to focus, which was what they’d agreed on.

Toren kissed the corner of Andrew’s mouth, taking his face into his hands and stroking his thumbs across Andrew’s soft cheeks.

“Did you shave after work?” he asked.

Andrew hummed, nodding.

“I got myself ready for you too,” Toren said. “But I have to admit I’m sad I won’t get beard-burn between my legs if you eat my ass again.

Andrew laughed, eyes still closed.

“If,” he murmured, like it was already a foregone conclusion. “Do you want to clean up, and I’ll get us some drinks? Meet you outside?”

“Come with me, and we’ll do it together.”

“Just did.”

Toren exhaled out his nose and led Andrew down the hall to the bathroom like it was his own house. They took turns rinsing their hands and tucking themselves away. Andrew left his belt on the dresser, and Toren kicked off his shoes. They made out until Toren was almost hard again, but Andrew stopped them before it got out of hand. Toren followed him after that, into the kitchen and out to the patio. They stayed close, like there was a gravitational pull between them, and Toren found he didn’t hate the proximity.

“You want to smoke?” Andrew asked, clinking the rim of their beer bottles together before taking a sip.

“Your support of this disgusting habit of mine is noted,” Toren said, fishing his cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket. Andrew watched him while he lit up, gaze as hot as the flame. “What if I was trying to quit?”