Unspeakable Words

by Sarah Madison

  Flynn’s expression softened, and he reached out to cup the back of Jerry’s head. Jerry closed his eyes and tipped his head into Flynn’s touch, sliding his palms up Flynn’s thighs. When he opened his eyes, Flynn was staring back at him, his eyes slightly narrow, crinkling at the corners, a hint of confusion in their expression.

  Jerry was determined to wipe away any sense of doubt. He leaned in, nuzzling Flynn’s cock through his shorts, drinking in the heady scent of him. Flynn released his breath with a little grunt, and Jerry felt Flynn’s hands in his hair, caressing the back of his head, carefully avoiding the tender lump where he’d been hit by DeShano. Jerry slid one hand up under the wide, open leg of the running shorts. He paused for a moment when he ran into the mesh support liner within, and Flynn opened his mouth to speak. Jerry raised an eyebrow at him. I’ve got this one covered, Jerry reminded him sarcastically. I’m a guy, remember? Flynn flushed with embarrassment, and Jerry didn’t bother hiding his smile.

  Flynn snorted briefly and caught his breath quietly when Jerry slid his hand in and palmed his balls. Jerry mouthed him through the material, and he felt the subtle shift when Flynn spread his knees wider. The hand on the back of his head followed his movement. Flynn tipped his head forward and then rocked gently with Jerry’s touch. He suddenly inhaled, lifting his hips so that he could remove his shorts. His hands fumbled a bit, and he used them to push himself up, letting Jerry pull the shorts down over his hips and to the floor, flinging them aside. Jerry moved back in as soon as the clothes had been shed.

  Flynn’s cock jutted upward from a thatch of dark hair, and Jerry thought it was as gorgeous and perfect as the rest of him. Flynn made an embarrassed little noise, and Jerry flashed a look up at his face to see a wry expression there, but he had no time to spare for Flynn’s attack of self-consciousness. That cock was simply made for him, and his mouth watered at the anticipation of him closing his lips over the soft head.

  He took Flynn in hand, lightly brushing a thumb over the end of his cock and feeling the wetness there. He was fascinated by the perfection of the cock in front of him, and he could think of nothing else but how to bring Flynn to the pinnacle of sensation. Smiling, he bent down and took him in. It was better than he’d even imagined. The taste of precome was sharp and perfect in his mouth, and he found himself wanting more, pushing in, moaning as Flynn’s cock filled his mouth and Flynn’s scent filled his senses. He swallowed him down to the point of almost gagging, backed off, and took him in again, reveling in the way his saliva made Flynn slick, in the way that Flynn now arched his head back against the headrest of the couch, the way the muscles in his abdomen tightened and flexed.

  He held on to Flynn with one hand as he slid his mouth up and down that rigid shaft, moaning in sheer pleasure as he did so, digging into the carpet with his toes as he pushed forward, trying to take in more. He had to refrain from digging into Flynn’s hip with his fingers, using one hand instead to guide that cock into his mouth, holding on to the couch for stability as he rocked forward and felt the heavy ache in his own cock, begging to be released from the confines of his jeans. The press of fabric against it was almost but not quite what he needed, and he began to twist his hips a bit, trying to get leverage against the fabric. That perfect cock became his focal point; nothing else existed as he mouthed it. He sucked it down deeply, cheeks hollowing out. He pulled back until just the head was in his mouth, and he flicked his tongue rapidly over the end. When his jaw got tired, he pulled off entirely, rubbing his lips over the smooth head and smiling at the way it undulated in his hand.

  Flynn watched him with dark eyes, his lips parted, his tongue sliding out to wet them from time to time. Jerry shot him an anticipatory look and slid his lips down along the shaft until he was nose-deep in Flynn’s balls. The rich, warm, male scent of him drove him wild, and his free hand began seeking flesh anywhere he could touch it, along Flynn’s hip bone, his flank, the unexpectedly soft skin of his belly with its scattering of coarse hair. He mouthed Flynn carefully, rolling each ball around gently, sucking on the skin as he released it. Flynn’s cock was turning dark red in his hand, the veins along the shaft standing out in sharp relief. Not one to ignore a cock for too long, Jerry closed his mouth over the end of it again.

  Flynn gasped and lifted his pelvis, fingers digging into the sofa cushions. His thighs were rigid with tension. Jerry could feel the beginnings of a tremor there. He was getting close, very close. Flynn knew it, too, and developed a sort of panicky look on his face, opening his mouth as if to speak, suddenly grasping Jerry by the collar.

  “Hey,” he said before his head rocked back, and he swallowed hard. Jerry glanced up to see the sheen of sweat on his skin in the soft glow of lamplight and smiled around Flynn’s cock, humming as he did so. Flynn took in several short, rhythmic breaths and began to thrust his pelvis ever so slightly.

  Come on, Jerry thought, delighted that he could talk dirty and give a blowjob at the same time. You were made for me. I’m going to suck you down until you give it up for me, and I’m going to take in every drop. Because you’re mine, all mine.

  Flynn groaned again and began to shudder, and Jerry felt the warm pulse of come in his mouth. Yes! He was triumphant. He sucked and licked at Flynn until he stopped pulsing, and then he sat back on his heels and wiped his chin.

  Flynn looked wrecked. He was sprawled on the couch with his legs apart, his cock red and wet. He had his eyes closed and his head tipped back; his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. The T-shirt was clammy and sticking to his skin. He opened his eyes and smiled sleepily at Jerry.

  “That was just…. Wow.” He made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort. “I mean, seriously. If I’d had any idea….”

  Jerry felt ridiculously smug.

  Flynn gave him a little push on his shoulder. “Okay, I get it. Gay man. Lots of practice. You’re going to give me a complex here.”

  “How am I going to give you a complex?” Jerry asked seriously, frowning slightly.

  “How can I possibly live up to that?” Flynn raised an eyebrow. “I’m not… you know… experienced.” He flushed suddenly, a dull red band of color appearing on his cheekbones.

  “I seem to recall you were doing pretty good before,” Jerry said quietly. “Really good. And we… ah, can go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”

  Flynn reached out and touched the side of his face. “You really enjoyed doing that. Sucking me off. Didn’t you?”

  Jerry closed his hand over Flynn’s and turned it so that he could kiss and lick the palm. Flynn’s eyes widened, and his breath quickened. Jerry smiled. “You know I did.”

  Flynn gave him a slow, sexy grin. Pushing Jerry back gently until he was sitting on his heels, Flynn rose to his feet with an easy grace that Jerry envied. He peeled off his T-shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then, still smiling, he walked back to Jerry’s bedroom, completely unselfconscious in all his naked, animal glory.

  It struck Jerry that he had some catching up to do, and he hurriedly shed clothing as he followed Flynn down the hallway. That fact that he was dropping his clothes all over the apartment bothered him not in the least.

  THE next day at work, management gave Flynn a desk, clearing out a space across from Jerry and providing him with a laptop, stapler, and some black pens. His first official act was to make a few phone calls. Flynn tended to fidget while he was on the phone, and his movements kept catching Jerry’s attention. It was hard not to focus on Flynn’s mouth as he sucked on a pen, which led to thoughts about how those lips had felt against his skin the night before. Or remember how Flynn had looked braced on his forearms above Jerry, the silver cross around his neck swinging with his every movement, the look on his face an odd combination of arousal, hesitation, and satisfaction. Jerry found himself getting hard at the memory and jumped when a balled-up piece of paper bounced off his shoulder.

  “Do you mind?” Flynn said, palm over the receiver. “I’m on the phone here.” His face was
flushed, but he looked slyly pleased with himself just the same. “King,” he said into the phone, leaning back in his chair. “How are you doing? Good, good, I’m glad to hear it. Look, I just wanted to give you a heads-up that I plan to bring in all the witnesses on the GFT case and interview them again.” There was a pause, during which Jerry could imagine King’s reaction.

  “Well, yeah.” Flynn nodded, playing with a pen on his desk. “I’ve got a new partner now, and I’m thinking he might have some fresh insights. Anyway, I just thought I’d let you know. Yeah, it’s a lot of material to cover. Well, no. I’ve got a cold case back East that I plan to reopen in the near future, but I’m based here in San Francisco now.” He caught Jerry’s eye and winked.

  Jerry felt a slow grin spread over his face as he dropped his gaze back to the keyboard. He was looking forward to this particular partnership.

  About the Author

  SARAH MADISON is a veterinarian with a busy practice, a great boyfriend, a large dog, and an even bigger horse. She enjoys hiking along the Appalachian Trail with her German Shepherd and competing her horse in the sport of combined training and eventing. She recently rediscovered her love of writing when she began writing fan fiction several years ago and has won several awards for her fan fiction stories. This gave her the impetus to pursue a lifelong dream of writing original fiction for publication. Writing has become a passion that sometimes take precedence over everything else. As a matter of fact, when she is in the middle of a chapter, she usually relies on the smoke detector to tell her when dinner is ready.

  You can contact Sarah at akasarahmadison@gmail.com.

  Copyright

  Unspeakable Words ©Copyright Sarah Madison, 2010

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Art by Anne Cain annecain.art@gmail.com

  Cover Design by Mara McKennen

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  Released in the United States of America

  November 2010

  eBook Edition

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-61581-688-0