by Z. Allora
Full stop. “Haven’t what?”
His honeyed brown eyes widened as Blaze admitted, “I don’t…. I haven’t. Only topped.”
All of the countless encounters Blaze’d had, but no blowjobs? Pieces began to fall into place. Blaze hadn’t been embellishing his lack of boyfriend activities. Hate for Trent Richards multiplied in Drake’s heart.
He squeezed Blaze’s shoulders, hoping to get him to look into his eyes. How did you get someone to believe in you? He’d take his cues from Blaze. “Blaze?”
“I never wanted to make anyone feel the way I felt.” Blaze folded his arms over his chest, hugging himself.
“We don’t have to…. I didn’t think—” Drake started to backpedal harder.
Blaze stared at him and then shook his head. “No, see, um, I want to… with you. I know I shouldn’t, but… I thought you should know.”
The admission cost Blaze. Vulnerability and worry fought for dominance in his expression.
“So you’d like me to—”
“Yes.” Blaze added a nod.
Drake dropped to his knees and glanced up at Blaze. “You tell me if I do anything you don’t want or don’t like.”
Blaze put a hand onto Drake’s shoulder. “Wait… um—”
“What?” Drake stopped trying to unbutton Blaze’s jeans.
“Maybe you shouldn’t do this, because I’m not ready to do it back.” Blaze’s voice cracked as he frowned.
“I never expected you to.” Blowjobs were great but never an expectation. If anything, the whole idea of a returning-the-favor type of thing was kind of gross to Drake. It should be natural and loving and not a forced obligation.
Blaze squinted his eyes and tilted his head. “But then why?”
“Why would I want to blow you?” That couldn’t be Blaze’s question, could it?
“Yeah, I mean, why would you want to do that? I’m not doing anything for you, so what are you getting out of it?” Blaze’s tone held skepticism laced with disbelief.
Drake didn’t even know how to approach that sad mind-set. The belief had to have been formed in tremendous amounts of hurt and shame. He went with honesty. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Oh.” Blaze’s cheeks tinted a deep red, and he didn’t meet Drake’s gaze. “I guess… it’s stupid. I didn’t even think of that.”
“It’s not.” Drake shook his head. It was heartbreaking that Blaze couldn’t imagine someone simply wanting to make him happy. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more careful with my words.”
Blaze scoffed. “Who would imagine someone getting weird about receiving a blowjob?”
Drake ran his hands along Blaze’s thighs, not to stimulate but to comfort. “Hey, it’s a big deal for you to let down your guard like this.”
Blaze sighed, but there was no denial forthcoming.
“We can go directly to lunch,” Drake offered.
“Oh… um, yeah….”
“Unless you want me to?” Drake licked his lips as he stared up, hoping Blaze would give him the go-ahead.
Blaze shifted restlessly. “If you’re still offering, I really do want you… to.”
“I definitely do.” The trust being placed in Drake made him feel weightless and made his fingers tremble.
Blaze wiggled his hips side to side as Drake worked the jeans and black silky underwear down to knee level.
His dick jutted out from a nest of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Blaze was probably about average-size, but his slender frame made his cut cock appear huge.
Drake blew a stream of warm air against Blaze’s shaft.
“I think I should sit down.” Groaning, Blaze shivered and sat.
“Please.” He pushed Blaze’s shirt out of the way. Out of the corner of his eye, something on Blaze’s upper thigh drew Drake’s gaze. “A tattoo? May I taste?”
Blaze nodded.
Drake outlined the colorful rainbow dragon on skates with his tongue, and then he joked, “The reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, and indigos all tasted the same.”
A snort and a hand in his hair told him Blaze was amused.
When Drake finished playing lick-the-dragon, he couldn’t prevent a smile as he concentrated on Blaze’s cock.
The tip glistened with anticipation of Drake’s attention. “May I?”
Blaze gasped and tried to exhale, but only a wheeze came out. He gave a jerky nod. “Are you really going to…?”
The catch of uncertainty in Blaze’s voice made the affection growing in Drake’s heart expand. Boundaries and time frames were smashed. Keeping his intense feelings to himself, Drake blew another gush of warm air over Blaze’s throbbing cock.
Blaze shifted closer to Drake’s mouth.
“Yeah, I’m going to suck you off.” Time to live out a fantasy. Even though they weren’t in a locker room, this was still Blaze Parker.
“God, yes.” Blaze exhaled hard.
The longer Drake stared, the wider Blaze’s eyes became until finally the message flicked a switch, because Blaze’s expression softened, and he ran tender fingers through Drake’s hair.
Drake inhaled Blaze’s amber bath gel and his excitement and then blew yet another stream of air over the tip of Blaze’s cock.
“Oh.” A long-suffering moan echoed through the space as Blaze pushed forward, giving Drake more access.
Ducking his head lower, Drake swiped his tongue over Blaze’s balls. Adding plenty of spit, he teased his tongue across Blaze’s sac. In long, wet licks, he trailed his tongue around the root of Blaze’s cock.
Blaze’s head knocked against the back of the chair as he gasped.
Encouraged, Drake lashed his way along Blaze’s shaft until he reached the crown. He circled the tip with quick flicks of his tongue.
Hissing, Blaze tossed his head back and forth, but kept his gaze fixed on Drake.
I’m the first to give him pleasure like this. The truth gut-punched Drake. Blaze never having the selfish pleasure of someone’s mouth on him was miserable, but humbling that he allowed Drake to give it to him.
He trailed his tongue down to Blaze’s balls in one long lick, then dragged back to the tip.
Drake, who’d never had much opportunity to give head, would be Blaze’s first in this one thing. The trust, which wasn’t easily given, weighed a million pounds while making Drake feel as light as air.
Determined to make this great for Blaze, he used every skill he had and some he’d only seen in porn. He wanted to kneel between Blaze’s knees and worship his cock for hours to convey how much he cared.
The soft mews of Blaze’s building pleasure grew more perfect than any music Drake had ever made, and served as a warning that Drake had only a couple of minutes.
He swiped his tongue across the top of Blaze’s cock, collecting the precum droplet there, moaning as he finally tasted the essence of Blaze.
Another drop appeared and Drake licked again, relishing the sweet saltiness.
Blaze dug his fingernails into the arms of the chair as he let Drake tease his cock. He writhed in his seat but asked for nothing.
Drake almost begged Blaze to ask him for whatever he craved, whenever he needed it. But until he could, Drake would try to give him what he thought Blaze wanted.
He wrapped his fist around Blaze and gave him a stroke.
Thrusting, Blaze hissed, “Yes.”
Drake slid his mouth over the top of Blaze’s cock and licked at the little circumcision scar.
Attention to that bundle of nerves pulled sexy whimpers from Blaze. Then he locked his lips together and remained silent.
Drake longed to listen to the music of appreciation Blaze made, so he whispered, “No, please. Let me hear you.”
Enough teasing—Drake started sucking him off for real.
Blaze trembled and inched forward even more in the chair. He hooked one leg around Drake’s back and secured him.
God, Drake had always loved giving a blowjob. The taste and feel of cock on his tongue. The familiar
rush of power that he made a man helpless and dependent on the skill of his mouth to bring him pleasure. The total surrender when the man shot off in his mouth.
But having Blaze in his mouth took the activity to another level. Tasting and touching Blaze with his tongue… it passed incredible and entered the realm of indescribable.
“Oh God. I can’t control this.” Blaze whimpered and trembled but allowed Drake to go at his own speed.
Drake’s mouth filled with saliva as he plunged down, sucking Blaze halfway to the root and dragging his lips back to the top. He tugged Blaze’s tightening balls away from his body in rhythmic pulls and jerked him off with the other hand right into his mouth.
“So good. I’ve never….” Blaze’s eyes glazed over, appearing lost in a sea of sensation and lust, but yet he watched every suck, lick, and stroke. His fingers were uncoordinated, but never once did he tug Drake’s hair or try to force him to go faster or deeper.
For all the adoration Blaze received, it was directed at what he did on skates. Did anyone ever pour affection over him just because?
More affection burst in the region of Drake’s heart. This man….
Panting, Blaze simply absorbed every touch Drake gave him.
Gorgeous and gentle, Blaze’s tone changed into sex-filled begging moans. “Drake. Oh. Drake.”
Drake set about to bring satisfaction to what Blaze craved. He sealed his mouth around him and sucked while moving his lips up and down in time with strokes from his hand.
Blaze shivered and then froze. “Drake. Yes. God, yes. Drake.”
Everything became a sensual blur as Blaze filled Drake’s mouth with his warm cum. Drake continued to suck and stroke him through his orgasm, timed with the pulses he shot.
When Blaze sagged into the chair, Drake licked him clean, trying to pull air into his lungs.
Yes, this was exactly what Drake had wanted to give him. Sitting back on his heels, he grinned at the completely relaxed and peaceful Blaze. He had done that. Drake was equal parts happy and proud, and maybe a bit astounded.
Blaze tugged him into an unexpected hug and whispered, “Why?”
“I wanted to make you happy.” And maybe he wanted to show him how he felt. Drake melted into him.
“You did. You really did.” Blaze released him from his death grip.
Drake wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and could feel the tension in Blaze return and start to percolate. Trying not to look at a Blaze sans bottoms, Drake said, “If you want to get dressed, we can head out.”
Blaze stood on unsteady legs and wiggled his pants up to his hips, then zippered them. He studied Drake with a tilted head. “Um, a… what about you?”
“I’m good.” No one ever died from an unsatisfied erection. Besides, Blaze needed to be convinced Drake wasn’t going to use him.
Blaze’s mouth dropped open, and he stared at Drake through squinted eyes. “What do you mean you’re good?”
“What I said.” Drake leaned in and pressed a kiss to each of Blaze’s pink cheeks. “Shall we?”
“I don’t get you,” Blaze grumbled. He stepped into his shoes and held the door for Drake. Once they were outside, Blaze locked up and followed Drake to his rented car.
Drake opened the rental’s passenger side for him and shrugged at the semiconfused glare Blaze directed at him. He shut the door once Blaze settled in.
Blaze reached over and unlocked the driver side. Oddly touched by the gesture, Drake cleared his throat and said, “Thanks.”
He headed down the street, remembering where to make the one and only turn to the rink. “Um, why do you keep staring at me? Do I have breakfast on my face? Or am I going the wrong way? Or—”
“No, I… I can’t believe you did that.” Blaze shook his head.
“Did what?” Was Blaze really so freaked out by affection?
“You know. And then you really didn’t even expect me to do anything back.” Blaze sounded put out and even more mystified.
Drake sympathized as he pulled into the skating rink parking lot and found a spot right next to the door. “Like I said, I wanted to make you feel good.”
“Mission accomplished.” Blaze jumped out of the car.
The parking lot was empty. Shit! The sign said the rink had closed for the next two hours. “I should have checked the hours.”
Blaze grinned. “It’s fine. I have rink privileges.”
Chuckling, Drake teased, “Oh, you win Olympic medals and you get what you want?”
“Not everything.” The leer combined with a bit of come-hither made Drake’s unattended-to parts throb as the yet hung in the air between them.
Once inside, Blaze led him to the rental shop. He hopped over the half door, looked at the bottom of Drake’s boots, and handed him some skates. “Here. Put these on while I get mine out of the locker room.”
Drake pushed his feet into the skates. He started lacing his left foot and stopped once he got halfway to the top and tied a bow. Good enough.
Blaze appeared with his skates on. Drake hadn’t even gotten his second skate finished.
“Um… why did you stop halfway with the laces?” Blaze had his arms folded over his chest like there was a serious violation happening.
“I don’t want them too tight.” Drake shouldn’t have to point out the logic to a skater.
Shaking his head, Blaze dropped to his knees and started retying Drake’s skates.
Drake tried to ignore what the position conjured in his horny mind. He licked his lips, still tasting Blaze’s cum.
Blaze tied Drake’s left skate, then the right, and finally proclaimed, “There.”
“Ow, Blaze. Are you sure skates should be this tight?” Drake couldn’t help but whine.
“They should be one size smaller than your shoe size. As long as the boot isn’t pinching and is giving your ankle firm support, yes, they should be that tight.” Blaze stood, grinning as he pulled Drake to a standing position.
Drake wobbled. He clutched on to Blaze.
“Have you ever been on the ice before?”
“Um, a friend’s birthday party?” Blaze’s scrunched-up face made Drake confess, “I was six. I fell and my dad took me home.”
“You’re going to be fine. Walk around on the mat a bit. Get a feel for the skates.” Blaze peeled Drake’s fingers off the wall and sent him on a circuit around the benches.
He didn’t feel stable, but he could balance.
Blaze drew an imaginary arc. “You have two edges on the blades. Inside and outside. When we hit the ice, you’ll bend your knees slightly and stay on the inside edges. Let’s try this.”
But the mat was so comforting. Drake sighed and tried not to suggest they remain on the rubber haven.
Blaze slipped off his skate guards and glided onto the ice. He did a quick turn, and returned to stand in the entranceway. “Step onto the ice and use the boards to stabilize yourself.”
Drake followed his instructions.
“Great. Now let go, put your arms out, and bend your knees.”
“Argh! How?” Was he crazy? Drake latched on to the railing tighter.
“Keep your middle centered over the skates.”
Drake pinwheeled his arms a little and then grabbed back on and stabilized somehow. “Oh. I got it.”
“Nice, now use your right foot to push yourself forward to me.”
He’d become addicted to the railing in the short time he’d been introduced to the ice. “That means I’ll have to let go.”
“Yes.” Blaze admirably kept a straight face.
“Or I could live here.”
Blaze snorted. “Come on, you’re doing great. Now put your arms out and bend your knees.”
“Look, I’m doing it!” Drake was very pleased with himself.
“Yes, you are. Well done.”
“I think if balancing became an Olympic sport, I’d be a contender!” Maybe Drake shouldn’t say that out loud—he might jinx himself.
“You got th
is. Time to try marching.”
“What? No. I’m a balancer. See?” Drake saw no reason to change since he’d perfected this skill.
Blaze laughed. “And you’re great. Take baby steps toward me.”
“Oh my God, I can’t.” There was no way that would be happening. He’d face-plant for sure.
Holding his hands out, Blaze said, “Yes, you can. Trust me.”
The word hung between them.
“It’s all about trust.” The lightbulb over Blaze’s head went off, and his eyes expressed a new understanding of what he’d asked Drake to do.
“How about we both try to trust each other?” Drake wasn’t willing to give away the opportunity to bring his agenda home.
Blaze took his two hands and squeezed. “Deal.”
Chapter 9
“GOD, YOU make me laugh,” Blaze got out between gasps for air. All through his lunch with Drake, he found himself smiling, laughing, and happy. Drake regaled him with stories of the tour, his childhood, and his best friend.
Drake gave him a heart-stopping crooked smile that made affection seep into Blaze. “I’m glad someone appreciates my stories of—”
His cell vibrated.
“If you want to get that…,” Blaze offered.
Drake turned over his cell and grinned. He showed a picture of a middle-aged woman holding a balloon bouquet and a big sign that said “We love you, Drake” written in rainbow colors. “It’s my mom. If you really don’t mind, I probably need to let her hear my voice, because apparently texts don’t confirm that I’m alive.”
“Sure. Sure.” Blaze gestured for him to take the call.
Drake kissed him on the cheek and stepped away from the table so he wouldn’t disturb other diners.
Blaze traced his fingers where Drake’s lips had brushed across his cheek. How could such a small gesture mean so much to him?
Jealousy of Drake having a living, breathing mother quickly transformed into feeling pleased for him still having parents around to love him with balloons.
Drake paced in front of the restaurant, laughing and talking to his mom like they were good friends. Once again, Drake’s persona refused to allow Blaze to categorize him as anything other than terrific.
