by Sean Michael
Rec chuckled softly, blew into his lips. “Breathe, baby.”
He gasped, and air filled his lungs. Oh. Better. He hadn’t realized how long he’d been holding his breath.
Rec rubbed their noses together. “It’s not going to stop if you take a second to breathe.”
“Sorry, man. Just…. Sorry.” God, Rec must think he was an idiot.
“What are you apologizing for?” Rec laughed, leaning their foreheads together. “Just relax and enjoy it, eh? We’re enjoying each other’s bodies. This is supposed to be good.”
“Feels like everything’s different these days,” he admitted.
“Well, I bet a blow job still feels pretty damn good.” Rec slid off the couch onto his knees.
It took Barclay a second to realize exactly what Rec’s change of position meant. When it dawned on him, he was floored. “I…. Oh. You mean it?”
Rec smiled up at him and grabbed the waistband of his sweats, tugging on them. “It would be really mean to tease about this.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it totally would.” He managed to raise his ass up the tiniest bit, and he hoped it was enough to help.
Sure enough, Rec got his sweatpants down. Barclay’s erection caught on them for a moment before Rec wrapped a hand around his cock and fished it out. Another hand job would have been just fine, but he sure wasn’t going to complain about getting more than that. Not for a second.
Rec licked the tip of his cock, tongue flat and sliding around it like it was an ice cream.
Barclay’s eyelids fell to half-mast, his balls drawing up tight. He curled his fingers into fists, and the only reason why he remembered to breathe was because he moaned and that took air.
“Don’t come too fast—I want you to enjoy it.” Rec licked again, tongue lingering on his flesh.
“I’ll try not to.” He curled his toes this time, squeezing them tight.
Rec gave him a cheeky grin. “Actually, you come as soon as you need to.” With that, Rec opened up and took the whole head of Barclay’s cock in, lips wrapping around the ridge beneath the crown.
“Thank you. I want…. This is so good.” He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get any words out, but he thought he was at least semicoherent. He didn’t really care if he wasn’t.
Rec hummed and slapped the top of Barclay’s cock, tongue working his slit for a moment, pressing into it, and slapping against it again.
“Rec!” Barclay’s eyes crossed, his heart skipping a beat. Not just the first blow job he’d had in forever, it was gearing up to being the best one. Ever.
Rec slapped his cockhead again. Then the suction began, slow and steady.
No one had ever sucked him like this, like they loved it. It went on too, Rec changing it up now and then, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes gently. There was a look of pleasure on Rec’s face, his eyes closed like he was concentrating on experiencing it as much as giving it. Rec continued to use his tongue, focusing on Barclay’s slit.
He cried out over and over, the burn and sting making his toes and fingers curl as the sensations built.
Then Rec increased his suction and bobbed his head, taking more of Barclay’s cock in. Barclay started babbling; he couldn’t hold it in. He didn’t even try. He had no clue what he was talking about—it could have been anything, although it was probably nothing.
Rec hummed around his flesh, the sound encouraging, and continued sucking and taking more and more of his cock in. Without any warning, Rec got a hand between his legs and pushed gently at his balls.
Barclay shot, his entire body going tight and hard, his universe shattering. Rec swallowed, which meant he kept sucking as Barclay’s orgasm went through him, and then it extended things, bringing several amazing aftershocks with it.
Barclay was going to die. Just expire from pleasure. He thought as ways to die went, this one was pretty damn good.
When Rec was done, he didn’t simply pull off but took his time licking Barclay clean. It was almost like a mini–blow job in and of itself.
“You. Damn. I never. Not like that. Not at all.” He felt like his eyes were too big for his sockets and his skin would never fit right again.
Rec gave the tip of his cock one more lick, then looked up at him. “You’ve never had a blow job before?”
“Not like that.”
“There are other kinds?” Rec asked, a quizzical expression on his face. It sounded like a serious question, though, rather than a jibe.
“I guess not. Just being goofy.” Way to be suave, Barclay.
“Or trying to compliment me on my technique, which I only just now twigged to.” Rec made a face. “I’m a dork. But I really enjoy having a nice cock in my mouth….”
“It shows. That rocks. You rocked. Thank you.” Barclay was so wonderfully melted, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to move again.
Rec rubbed his cheek against Barclay’s cock, a hint of roughness from his stubble making Barclay shiver. “You’re welcome.” Rec climbed back up to sit next to him again, an obvious bulge in his shorts.
“Do you want…? I won’t leave you hanging.” He wasn’t a dick like that.
“I’m not going to say no to a little help with my stiffie.” Rec laughed. “You want me to pull my shorts down?”
“Yeah. Please.” Barclay reached out for the heavy cock again, the weight more familiar this time. Rec had a good-sized prick, nice and thick, heavy with blood. The tip glistened from drops of precome, several of which he drew out as he slowly worked the length.
Rec’s moan was sweet music to his ears. Shifting slightly, Rec looked at him, a soft smile on his face. “Your fingers feel great.”
“If you come up here, I can suck you. I’m not sure I can bend over.” He suddenly very much wanted to return the favor. He wasn’t nearly as good at it as Rec was, but he was pretty sure there was no such thing as a bad blow job. Unless you used teeth. He knew that from bitter experience. He shook the thoughts from his head and concentrated on Rec.
“I’ll make it work.” Rec gave him an eager grin and stood. Rec tugged his shorts right off, then climbed onto the couch, planting a foot on either side of Barclay. That put the thick cock pretty much at mouth height.
“Oh….” Perfect. And yum. The glistening head was right there, offered to him. Barclay opened up, tongue sliding around Rec’s cockhead.
Rec groaned and put a hand on Barclay’s shoulder, fingers curling in. He thought maybe Rec would start fucking his mouth, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He really wanted a chance to do this blow job right, and for it to be a blow job, not a mouth-fucking. At least not to start with. Rec didn’t fuck his mouth, though. Instead, Rec let Barclay have total control.
He moaned softly, then began to suck, bobbing his head nice and slowly. Rec groaned for him, free hand dropping to his head to stroke through his hair. That connection felt good, like he was more than just a convenient hot hole for Rec’s dick.
Barclay slid his hands up the backs of Rec’s thighs and found Rec’s ass. He cupped it and held on. It felt damn good in his hands.
“That’s it, baby. So good. Suck me.” Rec’s words tumbled down over Barclay, pleasing him.
He relaxed back, his moans muffled by the hardness between his lips. Rec began to rock gently, but it was enough to send the thick heat across Barclay’s tongue, and he encouraged the thrusts to go deeper now, encouraged Rec to push harder. The sweet words and easy pace made him feel like he was still in control of the blow job.
Rec’s words stopped, replaced by heartfelt groans and low moans as Rec thrust faster, cockhead going deeper. Barclay swallowed hard over and over, begging for more. He’d never felt cherished while giving a blow job before. Rec was turning the day into a whole lot of extremely enjoyable firsts.
Rec gave him more, fucking his mouth, giving him every inch. Finally he tugged Rec in deep, swallowing over and over and demanding Rec’s orgasm. He wanted to taste Rec’s spunk, but he needed to get Rec off, to be the one to do that
.
“B!” Rec’s shout filled the room as his come filled Barclay’s mouth, pouring out of Rec. Barclay swallowed hard again and again, taking in every single drop.
Rec’s hair-petting slowed, and he slid his hand down to cup Barclay’s cheek, thumb touching where his mouth met Rec’s cock. “Such a pretty, talented mouth.”
The words made him moan, made his cheeks burn.
Rec pulled back slowly, and Barclay squeezed the velvety flesh with his lips, trying to keep Rec in a moment longer. Rec’s cock left his lips with an audible pop that had Barclay’s cheeks heating further, but Rec didn’t seem concerned as he carefully stepped off the couch and tugged up his shorts before sitting down next to Barclay, leaning hard.
“You taste good, man,” Barclay whispered.
Smiling, Rec leaned in and kissed him, lips lingering as he slipped his tongue into his Barclay’s mouth. Rec broke the kiss long enough to tell him, “I taste good in your mouth.”
Oh. Oh, that was… so good. Barclay opened up his mouth, his eyes closing. Rec deepened the kiss, but it was sloppy, almost lazy.
He could go with that—lazy and easy, sloppy and warm. The kisses went on and on, Rec seeming as happy as he was to do nothing more than kiss. It was wonderful to have this, someone who wanted to do more than simply get off with him.
The buzzer going off broke them apart. Rec grinned sheepishly. “That’s gotta be our pizza.”
“Yeah. Yeah, that went fast.” The time had zoomed by and had been the most fun he’d had in eons.
“Yeah.” Rec made sure he was presentable and went over to the intercom by the door to buzz the pizza guy up.
Barclay stayed where he was, watching as Rec opened the door and lounged there. He hadn’t had pizza since he’d left his folks—it was a pain in the ass to have to worry about getting to the door. It was far easier to make himself a bowl of cereal. So this was going to be a real treat.
Barclay could barely see the delivery guy when he showed up at the door, and he couldn’t hear anything as the guy and Rec chatted. It wasn’t long before Rec shut the door and came back to the couch with two pizza boxes, plus a bag with what had to be extras. The greasy smell hit Barclay right away and made him even hungrier than he had been.
“God, that smells good. Seriously.” Like a slice of heaven.
“Yeah, like something really bad for us that we’re going to eat anyway because it tastes so good.” Rec laughed as he opened both pizza boxes, the amazing smells getting stronger. Then he opened the container with the wings and grabbed two ginger ales out of the bag. “Ta-da! Supper.”
“Wow, what do I owe you?” He had a couple bills in his wallet.
“I invited you over, went and got you, then made you stay. It’s my treat.” Rec grabbed a slice of meatlovers and bit in, groaning as he took a bite.
“You sure?” He took a slice of his own. It looked so good.
“Yep. Eat. Enjoy. I’ll work your ass off on Monday to make up for all the yummy calories.”
“Yeah, yeah. I got a hollow leg.” He’d never watched what he ate when he’d been working. He’d never even thought about it—just eaten whatever he wanted.
“Yeah? You one of those people who can eat their weight in fried foods and not gain a pound?”
“I sure hope so. I mean, so far….” He shrugged. It wasn’t like he was watching what he ate now. He had no appetite.
“Lucky bastard.” Rec laughed and rubbed shoulders with him.
“Yeah. It’s all genetics.”
Rec nodded sagely. “That’s what I tell my clients all the time. It makes a difference. Makes a difference in what you need to do to bulk up or lose weight or whatever. Some people can eat what they want without consequences. Others have to work a lot harder not to put on weight.” Rec shrugged. “We’re all different.”
“I just need to get back to work.” Barclay was going slowly crazy stuck in his tiny apartment with nothing to do all day. Of course, he wasn’t there now, was he? He needed to shake it off and enjoy this right here.
“It’ll happen. You need to be patient. I know that’s hard to hear when it’s already been as long as it has, but trust me. In the end, it’ll be worth it.”
“I hope so. I have a shelf life.” He wasn’t getting younger, and eventually he wouldn’t be able to keep doing the work. Some guys managed to make the transition from stuntman to stunt coordinator, but there were a lot more of the former than the latter.
“If you stay nimble, it’ll be longer than you think,” Rec told him.
“Yeah.” He didn’t know. Right now he was going to get his head out of his ass and eat pizza and breathe.
Rec turned the volume up a little on the movie that they’d managed to miss a good portion of at this point, and they sat companionably, munching on their pizza and the wings.
It was good to have company, to be with someone who liked him, who was easy to be with.
They finished the meatlovers between them, and then Rec opened the other one, which was chicken and mushrooms and onions with a white sauce instead of the red sauce. “Sorry, I should have mentioned they were different at the start—we could have had a couple pieces from each. Now I don’t know if I have enough room for a piece of this one on top of the wings.” Rec gave him a quick grin. “Good thing pizza tastes great cold.”
“It totally does. Cold pizza is the breakfast of champions.” Not that he would be here come morning, and he could hardly ask to take slices home with him—he hadn’t paid for any of it in the first place.
“Yeah, it probably is. Still….” Rec grabbed one of the smaller pieces from the chicken pizza box. “You want a little one too?”
“Sure. Why not?” He was going to look like a python that had swallowed a water buffalo, but what the hell. It was delicious and beat cereal for supper, hands down.
Rec handed over a piece before grabbing the bag and pulling out another takeout container, this one full of little powdered doughnuts. “I remembered you like them.”
“Oh. Oh wow.” That was so kind—and a little amazing—that Rec had remembered and made the effort to order them. All of a sudden, Barclay wanted to know what it would taste like, licking sugar off Rec’s lips.
Rec beamed. “You’re easy to please—I like it.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.” He totally did. Rec was the nicest guy.
Rec slid a hand along Barclay’s thigh, the touch warm, friendly. More than that, it felt amazing. Barclay spread a little, his hips relaxing under the light touches. Oh wow. That was all it took for the pain that had begun to sit there right at the surface to back off, which was even better than the pizza.
Rec gave him a lazy but warm smile. “I’m having a great day, B. I hope you are too.”
“I am. I’m glad you didn’t let me cancel.” This beat lying in bed all day feeling down and sorry for himself by a thousand percent.
Rec chuckled. “So it’s a good thing I’m a pushy bastard.”
“Especially up that hill, yeah.”
The soft chuckles turned into full-out laughter, and Barclay thought he could get used to that sound. He really could.
He reached out, stroking the ridges of Rec’s abs. Rec’s laughter faded, and he took in a deep breath, looking at Barclay. “Feels good, B.”
“Yeah?” He liked touching. He really liked touching Rec. The skin beneath his fingers was soft and warm, the six-pack gorgeous to look at too.
“Yeah. You got good hands. I like ’em on me.” Rec put his own hand on top of Barclay’s and stroked for a moment. Such a simple touch, but it felt really good, reinforcing Rec’s words.
“Thank you for today.” Barclay would never have imagined the invitation to watch movies could have turned into this.
“It was my pleasure.” Rec leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. Then Rec grabbed the box of powdered doughnuts and offered him one, holding it up to his lips.
He opened instinctively, letting Rec feed him. The doughnut was sweet and
cakey and utterly delicious.
“You next.” He wanted that kiss. As good as the doughnut had been, it was licking the sweet from Rec’s lips that he really wanted. That he craved. He wasn’t sure how he could crave something he’d never had before, but he did.
Rec offered him the box so he could grab one to feed to Rec.
“Oh.” Hell yeah. He picked the best one he could find and offered it over, holding the treat up to Rec’s mouth.
Rec took a bite from it, powdered sugar going all over his lips just like Barclay had envisioned.
He licked his own lips, his gaze glued to Rec’s sweet-covered mouth. “I want to kiss you again. Can I?”
“I’d love that.” Rec leaned in closer, eyes on Barclay’s lips now.
“I would too.” He moaned, tracing Rec’s lips with the tip of his tongue, sampling the sugar.
Rec opened his mouth, tongue slipping out to touch his.
“Sweet.” Barclay moaned and pressed their lips together, taking the kiss he’d wanted. There was still residual sugar on Rec’s lips, and it made the kiss everything he could have hoped for.
Rec smiled and slid a hand behind his head, cupping his scalp and deepening the kiss.
It wasn’t going to go anywhere, but it didn’t have to. This time it could just be tasting. Rec hummed, the sound pleased, happy. They licked each other’s lips and sucked on each other’s tongues. The sugar made everything a little heady, a little wonderful. He didn’t know if doughnuts would ever taste as good again if they weren’t accompanied by the flavor of Rec’s lips.
“Mmm. God, you taste way better than the food.” Rec’s words echoed his own thoughts so well it was almost like Rec was reading his mind.
Then Rec shifted, straddling him and cupping his face. Rec brought their mouths back together, and this time the kisses felt like Rec was trying to devour him. He approved. In fact, he loved it. He felt real for the first time in months.
Rec wasn’t putting a lot of weight on him, but he could feel the heat of Rec’s body washing over him. It felt safe, comfortable. Right.
