Dylan rubbed his thumb across the head, and the air around them grew heavy as Alec’s cock slowly grew stiff. Outside the stroke of Dylan’s fingers, neither of them moved.
Alec’s gaze now dark, he said, “What did you have in mind?”
“You’ll have to be patient and see.”
This Dylan could handle. Sex was preferable to talking and a damn sight better than a miserable look on Alec’s face. Dylan would do anything, even leap off the nearest bridge to cheer Alec up. Of course, he preferred sex to jumping.
“Unzip your pants,” Dylan murmured.
Brow furrowed in question, Alec said, “Should we move to the bedroom?”
“Nope.”
Alec glanced doubtfully at the shelf with its assortment of petroleum products and hiked an eyebrow dryly. “But what about lube?”
“We won’t be needing lube.”
Alec’s eyebrows rose, and there was a short pause before he did as previously instructed, unsnapping his pants and lowering the zipper. “Far be it from me to—”
Dylan sank to his knees, and Alec froze, a stunned look on his face. Clearly this wasn’t what he’d been expecting. A bit surprised himself, Dylan ignored the disturbing thoughts in his head and pulled Alec’s cock out through his briefs.
So, yeah, in the beginning, a blowjob had been completely out of the question, the thought stirring ugly memories he’d worked damned hard to forget, thankyouverymuch. But this was for Alec. A gift, of sorts—though that seemed an incredibly lame use for the word. Regardless, another hand job felt…inadequate. How hard could giving head be? Dylan knew what felt good and what pulled a guy out of the moment.
Alec pressed a hand to Dylan’s shoulder, concern on his face. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Jesus, man. I know that,” Dylan said. “I want to.”
“Why not go with an activity we can both enjoy?”
Because I need to do this.
“Because I want to do something just for you,” Dylan said.
Alec murmured a protest, which got cut short when Dylan buried his nose in the thick patch of hair, giving himself an internal pep talk as he stroked Alec’s dick. He’d given Alec plenty of hand jobs, but the sight of his cock so close, right in Dylan’s line of vision, was new. And while a small part of him expressed doubt, grumbling at the sensation of another man’s junk in his face for the first time in fifteen years, another part of Dylan was definitely turned on.
Hunh. He hadn’t factored that reaction into the equation.
But this was Alec, and everything with Alec turned out good.
Intent on experimenting first, Dylan touched his tongue to the head. A sharp hiss broke from Alec’s mouth. Encouraged, Dylan closed his lips over the tip, marveling at how something so hard could feel so silky and soft. He tested the feel in his mouth, checking out the size before going farther. When he began to suck harder, Alec let out a whine and twisted his fingers in the shirt at Dylan’s shoulder. The grip grew tighter and tighter the longer Dylan’s mouth worked and the more of Alec he took in. After a minute Dylan glanced up.
Lips parted, Alec panted, his breaths audible. Despite his obvious arousal, Alec cupped Dylan’s jaw. His thumb rasped gently across the stubble as if to smooth away any doubts. The gesture was a symbol of reassurance, letting Dylan know what he already knew, that he could trust Alec.
Dylan wrapped his hand around the base and began to bob his head, taking as much of Alec into his mouth as possible. Time ticked by with little incident, and Dylan’s confidence grew. Saliva pooled on his tongue, slicking the way. He enjoyed the smooth, salty skin and the weight of Alec’s cock stretching his mouth, the action erotic as hell.
But then the faint tang of precum hit, and he panicked, the memories surging forward. He couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t breathe.
Dylan slammed his eyes shut and pulled back a fraction. Hoping to cover his reaction, he took his time circling the tip of Alec’s head with his tongue as he continued to stroke Alec with his hand. Concentrating on slow, easy breaths.
In and out through the nose.
In and out through the nose.
And as the suffocating sensation slowly passed, Dylan’s heart rate recovered. Mouthing Alec’s head, he glanced up and focused on the blissed-out look on Alec’s face, the sex noises escaping his lips. Finally, Dylan became aware of the salty tang on his tongue again.
But this time he remembered licking Alec’s cum from his mouth during that fantastically hot moment in the garage.
Dylan’s dick twitched, very much interested in taking things further. He pressed his mouth to Alec’s slit and sucked, seeking more of the flavor. Alec dug his fingers into Dylan’s shoulder and let out a long groan. If the strength of his grip was anything to go by, he was definitely enjoying Dylan’s efforts.