“I was trying to be polite. The experience was quite traumatizing, actually.” Tom pouted, and Joe went along with it.
“Was it now?”
“Yep. I think maybe I might need some soothing.” Tom brought Joe in a little closer and gave him a soft kiss. “Maybe some of this….” He brushed his lips over Joe’s for a feathery kiss before moving his lips to Joe’s jaw. “Maybe a little of this….” He nipped at Joe’s jawline, his voice low and husky. “Maybe a few more drinks, a little mingling, and we find ourselves a little privacy where we can… reassure each other.”
Joe all but melted against Tom. “I think that can be arranged.” He couldn’t believe his boldness, but he took Tom’s hand and led him back to the stairs leading to the apartment. Joe bit on his bottom lip, hoping Ken wouldn’t mind—not that he would, really, but still. Was he going to do this? Joe refused to give it any more thought. He hurried through the apartment to the large linen closet at the end of the hall past the guest bathroom. Making sure no one saw him, he opened it, then pushed Tom inside before following him in. He turned on the light and closed the door behind them. There was plenty of room.
“Joe, what—”
Joe cut Tom off with a kiss. He couldn’t let himself think too much or he’d get cold feet. He’d never done anything like this before. Lucky for them, Joe didn’t have to worry about Tom’s pants, considering he wasn’t wearing any. Joe got on his knees, and Tom sucked in his breath. Joe lifted the lower half of Tom’s costume.
“Hold that.”
“Okay.”
Joe couldn’t help but chuckle at Tom’s eager acceptance. As a reward, Joe pulled down Tom’s black boxer briefs, freeing his already half-hard shaft. It was as amazing as the first time he’d seen it. The man was gorgeous all over, and all Joe wanted to do was taste him.
With a smile, Joe took hold of Tom’s erection and drew it into his mouth, moaning around Tom’s length. Tom bucked his hips and threw a hand out to the side, grabbing a fistful of the shelved towels as Joe proceeded to suck, lick, and nip Tom’s erection. He started off slow, loving the taste of Tom, the scent of shower gel and his musk. Joe held the base of Tom’s cock as he pulled off him and pressed the tip of his tongue to Tom’s slit.
“Oh God, Joe….”
Tom’s plea resulted in Joe doubling his efforts. He picked up his pace, keeping his lips pressed tight around Tom as he moved up to the tip, where he worked his tongue around the head before he moved back down, making a meal out of Tom. He popped off Tom long enough to wet his finger before sucking Tom down again. With his wet digit, he carefully pushed it against Tom’s hole, moaning when Tom gasped and thrust his hips up. Joe swallowed Tom almost down to the root and allowed Tom to take hold of his head and thrust his hips, sliding himself in and out.
“Joe, I’m going to come.”
Joe responded to Tom’s breathless declaration by pushing his finger further into Tom and crooking his finger.
Tom gritted his teeth as he cried out, spilling himself inside Joe’s mouth. Joe swallowed down every drop, moving his hand to Tom’s leg as Tom doubled over and held on to Joe’s head until he was spent. Joe stood and cupped the back of Tom’s head. Tom gazed dreamily, his silver eyes sparkling with need, want, and something that made Joe’s heart skip a beat. He leaned in and kissed Tom, slipping his tongue inside Tom’s mouth so he could taste himself. Tom groaned and his knees wobbled. Joe pulled back and nipped at Tom’s bottom lip.
“How’s that for soothing?”
Chapter Seven
ANOTHER great day.
The café had been busy as usual, and everyone worked hard. Of course there may have been a little play in between. Ever since Ken and Gordon’s party, it was difficult for Joe and Tom to keep their hands off each other. With a sigh, Joe finished turning the chairs over and placing them on the tables. Just his luck. After all these years, he’d finally found a guy who he could possibly have a future with, and the man had amnesia. Then again, what were the chances of a man like Tom even noticing Joe if he hadn’t ended up unconscious in his garden?
Squeals, giggling, and laughter filtered in through the kitchen doors. What on earth? Joe finished up and pushed through the swinging doors just as Donnie whizzed by and a handful of flour smacked Joe in the face. Eyes shut, he stood serenely.
“Joe, I’m so sorry. Keep your eyes closed.” Tom gently blew on Joe’s face then dabbed at his skin with a wet paper towel. When it was safe, Joe opened his eyes. He arched an eyebrow at Tom, who was doing his best not to laugh. He was failing quite spectacularly. “I’m sorry. I really am.”
“And here I thought Bea and Donnie were the ones needing supervision.”
Donnie and Bea both protested simultaneously. “Hey.”
Joe shook his head at Bea in shame. “Aren’t you a little mature for this?”
Bea lifted her chin in defiance. “Even I know when to have a little fun.”