by Lina Langley
“You can,” Simon said. “You will. For me.”
“Fuck. Just kissing you is like having your mouth around my cock.”
“You might get to do that too. If you behave.”
“I’ll behave,” Dallas quickly said, breathing out on Simon’s skin. “I promise.”
“Kiss me.”
Dallas nodded, pressing his lips against Simon’s body again, inhaling his scent as he did so, closing his eyes as he heard Simon moan. He moved down Simon’s chest, to his stomach, using his tongue to trail down over the hair under Simon’s belly button and onto the waistband of his underwear, a line of pubic hair showing just above it. Dallas kept kissing him, looking up at him as he slowly tried to lower his face down Simon’s crotch.
“Can I take off your jeans?”
“If you ask nicely.”
“Can I take off your jeans, please?”
“Yes.”
Dallas had to stop himself from gasping as he undid Simon’s buttons, moving his jeans down his legs, pressing his cheek against the outline of Simon’s erection through the fabric of his red boxers.
Simon threaded his fingers through Dallas’ hair, still moaning, as Dallas continue to kiss him.
“Can I touch your dick?”
“Dallas.”
“Please.”
“Okay.”
Dallas grabbed Simon’s waistband and slid his boxers down, taking in his scent, pressing his mouth against Simon’s beautiful hardened cock. He was so gorgeous, Dallas had to stop himself for a second just to look at him, only to take him in.
Simon was on his back, balancing himself on his elbows, half-naked, the light streaming from the windows kissing his skin, making him look like a painting.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Dallas breathlessly said. “I just like looking at you.”
Simon smiled.
Dallas wrapped his fingers around Simon’s cock, taking a deep breath as he lowered his head again, opening his mouth to take his dick. Simon threaded his fingers through Dallas’ hair again and guided him down until Simon’s dick was in his mouth, until he was swirling his tongue around the head, tasting his salty skin mixed with precum.
“I want you to feel my cock in your throat,” Simon said, his grip tightening around Dallas’ head. Dallas looked up at him, but Simon’s cock was in his mouth and he couldn’t nod. He was sure that his eyes were wide and his breathing was faster with anticipation. Simon looked right back at him, his dark brown eyes glimmering. “Blink if you want me to hold your head down.”
Dallas stared at him for a second, their gazes locked, wondering what to do. This was all a lot, it was clear that they needed to have a conversation, but right then, all that Dallas cared about was the way that Simon tasted, the way that his cock twitched in his mouth, the way his own dick felt when his lips were on Simon’s skin.
He knew that Simon would let go of him the moment that Dallas tried to move away, but he didn’t want to—he wanted to do everything that he could to please him. He wanted Simon to claim him, every part of his skin, every part of his body, he wanted to feel his cock in the back of his throat if it made him happy.
Simon kept staring at him, waiting for Dallas to do something. Dallas took a deep breath through his nose, letting the taste of precum fill his mouth again, and he closed his eyes.
Simon’s grip tightened once again, slamming his head down in one swift movement, tears filling his eyes practically the moment that Simon did.
“Tap my leg if you want me to stop,” Simon said. He sounded far away and hollow, like his voice was coming through a thin plastic sheet. Dallas put his hand on Simon’s inner thigh, his fingers digging into Simon’s skin, getting ready to tap his leg if he had to. He didn’t want to, he felt like he was close to coming already, as he could feel Simon’s cock twitching in the back of his mouth, his air supply almost entirely cut off.
He heard Simon whimper something—it was hard to hear because he felt like so many things were happening at once, and Simon pulled his hair and popped his cock out of his mouth, moaning something else that Dallas couldn’t quite process. He took a deep breath as Simon grabbed his head again and brought him down again, sticking his cock into Dallas’ mouth and down his throat, doing it over and over again until there were tears streaming down Dallas’ cheeks, until every time that Simon popped him out of his mouth he could see threads of saliva from Simon’s cock to his lips.
Simon grabbed Dallas’ head again, moving it back, and held Dallas’ gaze for a second. “Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
Dallas’ throat hurt, his mouth hurt, his dick hurt, his balls hurt. He was digging his fingers into Simon’s leg, but he didn’t want to tap on him, he didn’t want to tell him to stop. He needed Simon to claim him, he needed to feel him in his mouth.
“Answer me.”
“Please,” Dallas replied, his voice a weak croak.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Simon said. He roughly moved Dallas’ head again until Simon’s dick was deep in his mouth, in his throat, deep inside of him, and Simon was holding his head down and he was feeling his cock twitch against his tongue, his mouth filling with sticky warm come, his legs shuddering under Dallas’ touch.
His grip on Dallas’ head loosened as his breathing started to slow, his stomach moving up and down, the taste of his sweet salty cock still in Dallas’ mouth, mixed with tears and snot.
“Come here.”
Dallas did as he was told, his cock still twitching. He lay down next to Simon and Simon turned so that he was on his side, kissing Dallas passionately, his tongue wrestling against Dallas’ in his own mouth. Simon stroked Dallas’ sides with the tips of his fingers, streaks of heat on his skin. He felt his cock twitch once again as Simon moved his hand down to Dallas’ dick, wrapping his hand around it. He didn’t even have to move his hand at all, the moment that Dallas felt his touch he could barely hold himself back anymore. He threw his head back as he could feel his orgasm building through his body, up his spine and to the top of his head, to his fingertips, his legs, stomach and arms tensing up as he came all over Simon’s legs, groaning when he did, every part of his body on fire.
He closed his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.
Simon kissed the corner of his mouth, clearly not expecting a kiss back, moving up his cheek and kissing his tear-streaked face. “That was really intense. Are you okay?”
Dallas looked up at him, his eyes wide. His breathing was still ragged, he felt spent, tired, in pain. He closed his eyes. “You barely even touched me.”
“I know. That was so hot,” Simon said. “If I hadn’t come literally a second ago, I would be on top of you right now.”
Dallas exhaled from his nose, nuzzling into the crook of Simon’s neck.
“Are you okay, though?” Simon asked once again.
Dallas nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “More than okay. That was…”
He coughed and Simon put his arm around his waist, holding him close. “Is your throat okay?”
Dallas nodded. “Just need a little water.”
“I can arrange that,” Simon replied, kissing the tip of his nose again, his touch soft and tender. “I’m sorry, I should have asked you if you liked it rough, I just really loved the way that you looked.”
“I’ve never… I mean, yes, clearly,” Dallas said with a smile.
“I wanted to do that ever since I saw your pretty mouth. See what you looked like with my cock inside of it.”
Dallas chuckled hoarsely, coughing a little again. “Sorry. I don’t do this a lot.”
“No,” Simon said, shaking his head. “You don’t get to apologize to me because I didn’t talk to you about this beforehand. I don’t accept your apology.”
Dallas smiled.
“I’m going to go get you that water. In the meantime, you get under my sheets, which I promise are even softer than the robe. You can go have a shower if you want, of course, but I like it when you’re dirty.”
“And then what?”
“Then we’re going to spend the afternoon cuddling, sleeping and watching bad movies.”
“But we just—”
“Had some very intense sex, I know. I’ve wanted to do that ever since I met you, but that’s not all I wanted to do. What about you?”
“Cuddles sound great, actually,” Dallas replied.
Simon kissed him on the lips again, tucking his hair behind his ear and smiling widely at him. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” he said. “I’m so glad that you’re finally here.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dallas hadn’t realized how tired he was until he woke up. He was a little disoriented at first. The bed was far too big, the room was dark, and the satin-soft sheets were sticking to his sweaty skin. There was no one next to him but the bed was still warm and Dallas wrapped his arms around a pillow.
He looked up at the ceiling. It was off-white with golden trimmings, a halo of intricate art adorning the chandelier that hung low at the bottom of the bed. He rolled over and looked around the room to see where Simon might be, but he was alone in there. It was far too big for any one person. It was too big for two, it looked like an unaffordable apartment would back in San Leandre.
He put his feet on the floor, stretching up toward the ceiling as he heard the door open.
“Hi,” Simon said. “There’s food downstairs if you want dinner, but I’m happy to bring you dinner here if you want.”
“With your family?”
“No, not today.”
“Okay, good.”
“They’re nice.”
“I’m scared of them.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“I’m going to need a primer on how to address your family.”
“By their names?”
“The king, queen and princes of Maitje? You want me to address them by their names?”
“Well, yes,” Simon replied, kneeling down in front of him, looking up at his face as he held his hands. “This isn’t a formal function. You can just call them by their names, because that’s what they’re called. My oldest brother is called Lorenzo, but you can call him Loren. He’s the smarmy one.”
“The smarmy one, okay,” Dallas said with a smile.
“Comes with being next in line to the throne.”
“Okay, the next king of Maitje, smarmy first born.”
“Perfect. The second one in line is Duncan. He’s the quiet one. Blond hair, blue eyes, he’s the heartthrob of the family.”
“He’s the heartthrob of the family?”
Simon chuckled. “You’re sweet. Then there’s Thomas. You can call him Tom, if you want, just don’t call him Tommy. He hates that.”
“Jesus,” Dallas said. “How many of you are there?”
“There’s only four of us.”
“Only four of you?” Dallas said with a smirk.
“There’s plenty of room. And then there’s me. The spare.”
“For what it’s worth, you’re my favorite.”
“It’s not worth much,” Simon said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Since you haven’t met my brothers yet.”
“Simon,” Dallas said, looking down at his beautiful mouth. “You’re my favorite person out of almost everyone in the world, never mind your brothers.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“I meant that.”
Simon looked away from him. Dallas held his hands, squeezing them. “What about your mom and dad?”
“What about them?”
“What should I call them? Mr. and Mrs. King and Queen?”
“His majesty and her majesty both work.”
“Do I bow?”
“You can if you want,” Simon replied. “They don’t have last names, y’know, technically. They’ll probably insist you call them Philip and Fernanda.”
“That’ll feel wrong.”
“That’s what I call them.”
“They’re your parents, though. You call them by their first names?”
“When I’m being affectionate.”
“You’re adorable.”
“You can meet them tomorrow, if you would rather do that. We can spend the rest of the night here.”
“Cuddling and deciding on a safe word?”
“Yes. And tomorrow, I’ll take you to some of the most beautiful places in this city.”
Dallas swallowed. “Why are you doing all this for me?”
“I’m not doing all this for you,” Simon replied. “I’m doing it for us. Because we never got to have that date back in San Leandre.”
“Right.”
“We can date here,” Simon said. “More than we would’ve if you had been working.”
Dallas took a deep breath. “I love this. Thank you so much for all of it.”
“Oh no. What's wrong?”
Dallas shook his head. “I don't know. I'm just worried about what happens when the shine wears off.”
“You mean me?” Simon replied, cocking his head and smiling. “I don't know, we start doing jigsaw puzzles together?”
“No, that's not what I meant,” Dallas said, smiling back at him. “The sex was amazing and I’m sure we’re going to do it again soon. I liked all the other parts of it, too. Don’t tell anyone, but deep down I’m disgustingly domestic.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
Dallas chuckled. “But I just mean...”
“What is it, darling?”
“You invited me to a fucking palace,” Dallas said as he looked around the room. “This is where you live. You're a real life fucking prince and I’m a…”
“If you say pauper, I’m going to murder you.”
“Pauper is a good description.”
“The secret service can make assassinations look like suicides.”
“Great, I feel massively reassured.”
“No, that wasn't meant to be reassuring,” Simon said with a smile. He took a deep breath and sat down next to Dallas. He grabbed his hand, interlocking his fingers with Dallas’ own, and smiled at him. “Look, you didn't know who I was. You were still interested in me before you knew that I was a prince. I know that's a cliché but I really liked that about you.”
“That is a cliché,” Dallas said.
Simon chuckled softly. “Even when I was a prince, you decided that you didn't trust me. I kind of fell in love with you a little bit.”
Dallas turned to stare at him. “You fell in love with me?”
“It's a figure of speech,” Simon said, looking away from him. Dallas kept staring at him. The more that he looked at him, the more he liked looking at him. He was so beautiful. He could have stared at his face for days and not done anything else. He didn't need to see the kingdom, he’d just come to see Simon.
Now that he had seen him, now that he had felt him on his skin, in his mouth, in his throat, everything else didn’t seem to matter.
“I want to show you what I have to offer,” Simon finally said, looking into Dallas’ face again. “What my people have to offer you.”
“If I didn’t know any better,” Dallas replied with a giggle. “I would say it sounds like you’re proposing.”
Simon swallowed and for a second, Dallas’ mouth went dry again. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear—or maybe he was, maybe that was the part of it that was scariest, that with Simon, he was so certain.
If Simon had just been Simon, then Dallas might have even considered something like that. But Simon wasn’t just Simon, Simon was Leopold Simon Something Something, Prince of Maitje.
Dallas was… fuck, Dallas had no titles. Dallas Strong, owner of The Butterfly Inn, culinary school dropout.
“Good thing I do know better.”
“Right,” Simon replied, a tight smile on his face. “Good thing you do.”
***
“Wake up.”
Dallas thought that the voice was kind of faraway, but soon his eyes were fluttering open and he
was rolling over to see Simon putting something on his nightstand. As he sat up, the scent of coffee and pastries filled the room.
“I’ve slept more over the past couple of days than I have in the last few years.”
“You clearly needed the rest.”
“Clearly,” Dallas repeated. “I don’t think I’ve been on a vacation for ages.”
“Today it officially starts.”
“It didn’t start yesterday?”
“Nah.”
“When does it start then?”
“Officially, today. I’m going to take you to the waterfalls then we’re going to meet my family for dinner. How does that sound?”
“Good.”
“You did bring a coat, right? It can get cold here.”
“I brought a jacket.”
“Like a warm one?”
“I don’t own one,” Dallas replied. “I figured I could get one when I got here.”
“I can lend you a coat. That won’t be an issue. Get up, get some breakfast in you. We’re doing a lot of hiking today so I want to make sure that you’re prepared.”
“Empty carbs are going to prepare me?”
“Delicious empty carbs are going to prepare you,” Simon replied. “We’ll have something more substantial for lunch. Remember those cured meats I told you we were famous for?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll have some of that for lunch.”
“Okay.”
“How do you take your coffee?”
“You’re making me my coffee?”
“Well, normally someone else does,” Simon replied. “But I would much rather feed you things personally.”
“That’s…”
“What?”
“Kind of hot.”
“You're not afraid of heights, are you?”
Dallas shook his head. “No, not really.”
“What do you mean not really?”
“I didn't really love planes. But I hear you get used to them.”
“Yeah, you do get used to flying. Boats are worse.”
“Are they?”
“Yes, there’s all this swaying, and then when you get back on the ground, you still feel like you aren't on steady ground.”
“Sounds better than a tin can that will kill you if it falls to the ground.”
