Rocking Thin Ice

by Z. Allora

  How fucking frustrating! Blaze should be filing him away like he’d been able to do with every other encounter, but his heart whispered that Drake wasn’t like any of his one-time hookups.

  That kiss….

  Holy hell. That had been an epic first kiss. How could the press of lips and licks from Drake’s tongue melt Blaze’s mind? Granted, he didn’t have many—okay, any—real make-out sessions to compare to the kiss, which made a lot of weird feelings happen. He didn’t want to name the emotion as affection, though he might like Drake.

  This was a disaster! To like Drake, who selflessly blew him, simply asked for trouble.

  Oh, but the blowjob. He didn’t want to even get started on Drake’s mouth and how the gentleness made him feel, but the word “cherished” bounced around his brain anyway.

  Again, he didn’t do feelings, but right now he was drowning in them.

  Fuck! Cherished? That wasn’t something he’d ever attached to sex, or anything, before. Why couldn’t Drake have demanded Blaze return the favor? Then he could have resented him and been done with all this, but no. No! Drake had to be gracious and shit, and didn’t that muddy the situation?

  Other than family, no one gave without expecting something in return.

  Trust. Blaze had agreed that he’d try to trust Drake, but holy fuck, he didn’t realize the obstacle course his brain had organized to keep him from doing that. His procedures of never getting too close reinforced his walls and always felt like a perfect barrier between him and heartbreak.

  Drake grinned at him through the window and waved.

  Blaze smiled back.

  Goddammit, now those walls were cracking, especially in the region of his heart?

  Something needed to change in this insane dynamic.

  Blaze handed their passing waiter his credit card. He knew exactly what he had to do to stop all this foolishness.

  “WHAT DO you mean you should blow me?” Drake’s twisted expression looked like Blaze had suggested he shove a firecracker up his ass right here outside the café.

  “Exactly what I said.” Wasn’t he clear? Blaze fought against seven years of protocols and protections he established to get that question out. Drake should be courteous enough to hear the offer of head when it was given.

  Drake scrunched his face as if he tried to assess Blaze’s intentions. “Do you even want to do that?”

  Did he? His instinct told him no, he shouldn’t! The humiliation of what Trent did to him rushed to the surface. Him on his knees offering himself to his crush and being used and ridiculed across the internet for that trust.

  But fuck, if his shitty experience would force him to forego giving Drake pleasure…. Wasn’t it time to let go of the past? Besides, this blowjob would even things up between them so Blaze could alter his perspective and his wayward feelings would realign.

  Glancing over at the gorgeous man, he couldn’t deny the cock he longed to suck was Drake’s.

  “Yes, I want to.” He freaking gagged for Drake with a disturbing desperation.

  Drake took his hand and pressed a kiss to the knuckles. “Why don’t we go back to your place and see where things go?”

  He could do that. Though he needed to set the right expectation. “I don’t bottom.”

  Shrugging, Drake grinned. “Perfect. Just so you know, I do.”

  The ease with which Drake agreed worried Blaze. “Why?”

  Drake opened the door for Blaze and kissed him into his seat. The kiss had started soft and gentle, then stoked the embers that burned at the surface to fucking smoking hot.

  Going from agitated to horny in the time it took Blaze to get his ass on the seat must be a record. Goddamn! It must be the man’s lip ring, highlighting how delicious his mouth and tongue felt.

  Deepening the kiss, Blaze wreathed his arms around Drake’s neck. Trying to pull Drake into the passenger side with him didn’t quite work.

  Drake stepped back. His hand partially hid the small smile that turned up the corners of his mouth. “I don’t want to stop kissing you, but we shouldn’t do this here.”

  Blaze glanced around. Shit, they were in the middle of town, on Main Street, and he had been ready to have at him. He promptly buckled his seat belt. “Point taken.”

  Jogging around, Drake slid in behind the wheel and pointed the car in the direction of home.

  The kissing haze started to vanish, allowing some reason to return to Blaze’s brain. “So why do you like bottoming?”

  Of course, Blaze had never done it. The whole thing looked rather painful, but the men he’d fucked seemed to enjoy taking his dick well enough.

  Drake gave him a glance and then pulled out of his parking spot. “There’s something about letting someone that close to me that I… I don’t know. It feels great and I just like it.”

  “Have you done it a lot?”

  Shaking his head, Drake clarified, “Some. A few times.”

  “So usually you’re with women?” Bisexual my ass! Drake is probably straight but likes to be fucked every so often. Though usually the heteroflexible don’t enjoy kissing and touching a guy the way Drake does.

  He shrugged. “So far that’s how it’s worked out.”

  “Have you ever been in a relationship with a guy?” Relationship? What the hell kind of question was that, and why the fuck did Blaze want to know the answer so bad?

  Drake frowned and gripped the wheel tighter as he turned down Blaze’s street. “I haven’t found a lot of guys interested in more than a fuck, and then with the tour, relationships are usually impossible.”

  “You’d be interested in more than a fuck with a guy?” Blaze didn’t keep the disbelief out of his voice.

  Glancing quickly at Blaze, Drake nodded. “Absolutely.”

  Blaze folded his arms over his chest. How could he…?

  Drake gave him a smirk that twisted Blaze’s insides. “If I haven’t been clear, I like you, and I want to get to know you better.”

  What in the fuck was this?

  Blaze worked on shutting his mouth, yet he muttered, “Don’t you understand the concept of hard to get?”

  “Sure, but I don’t play games. I enjoy spending time with you.” Drake was completely unapologetic, in that honest way of his that confounded the fuck out of Blaze.

  “Why?” The question fell out of Blaze’s mouth, highlighting his insecurities and doubts.

  Drake pulled into the driveway. “You’re fun, funny, sexy, sweet, intelligent, clever, loyal, and independent.”

  Ice slipped out the doggy door and into the yard, barking greetings to them on the other side of the fence.

  Blaze sat in the car until Drake opened the door. He hated to admit it, but he liked the unfamiliar feeling of someone taking care of him.

  After opening the gate with care, Drake caught a flying Ice and nuzzled the dog’s neck. “And you have the world’s greatest dog. Right, Iceman, right?”

  Ice licked Drake’s face, then wiggled to get down. As soon as his paws hit grass, he barreled over to dance and bark in front of Blaze.

  Kneeling down, Blaze scratched him behind the ears and exchanged doggy kisses. “I missed you too, Ice.”

  Ice barked once and ran off to patrol the perimeter of the fence.

  Blaze opened his french doors and let Drake in.

  Whoosh! His back hit the wall, and Drake pushed flush against him.

  Blaze traced his tongue along Drake’s mouth. Teasing, maddening little licks sought to drive him insane.

  After slamming the door, he manhandled Drake into the love seat.

  “God, you’re strong,” Drake mumbled. Blaze shoved him down flat on his back.

  Pride flared through Blaze. He always enjoyed kicking down stereotypes that his smaller stature meant he couldn’t control a larger man.

  Blaze slid over Drake’s body to get to those taunting lips. Pressing his mouth to Drake’s, he might have growled because the kiss wasn’t enough. He had started to crave things he swore he’d
never want, like needing to swallow Drake’s pleasure.

  When Drake’s lips parted, it only encouraged Blaze to swipe his tongue into Drake’s mouth. Tasting the sweetness made Blaze’s desire for full possession rage.

  He skimmed his hands under Drake’s T-shirt along his sides and up to his nipples. Blaze circled them with his fingertips, which seemed to ignite Drake.

  “Please.” Drake arched his back, pushing his chest at Blaze.

  Blaze yanked the offending barrier of the T-shirt out of the way and firmly licked the dark red nipple closest to him.

  Groaning, Drake begged, “Bite.”

  Ignoring the request, Blaze kept circling his tongue around the dark rosy tip. Maybe he enjoyed being contrary, but he loved the feeling of power flowing through him. Drake under him, begging and ready to lose his fucking mind.

  “Blaze,” Drake groaned.

  Taking pity, Blaze used his teeth to give him a nip.

  “Oh yeah.” Drake held Blaze’s head against his chest.

  A new excitement ripped through Blaze. He had never played with anyone this way before. There was something enthralling about Drake’s helpless reactions to him. He took Drake’s nipple between his teeth and ever so slowly tightened his jaw.

  Drake writhed, breathless and restless. His hardness teased Blaze, and it was as if Drake searched for something only Blaze could provide.

  He bit again, then licked the bitten peak. Trailing his tongue to the other nipple, Blaze circled the peak, laving the point with his tongue, and gave him three nips until Drake trembled in his arms. Sucking the point into his mouth, Blaze caressed the abused nipple while Drake twisted beneath him.

  Blaze longed for more but wanted to stay in control. He had offered a blowjob, but God, making Drake surrender delicious raspy cries excited him. He needed to focus.

  Crawling along Drake’s torso, he got close enough to whisper, “Can I suck you off?”

  Drake pulled back. “You sure?”

  “Yeah. I hear if someone keeps sucking, eventually the suckee gets off,” he snarked. He could do this if he minimized how important being with Drake had started to feel.

  “Ha-ha. You know what I mean.” Drake traced a gentle finger down his face, being way too tender, and gave him a sweet kiss on the mouth.

  “Yeah. I wanna.” And he really did. The thought made him nervous as hell but excited. He needed to share this with Drake. Grabbing Drake’s finger, Blaze sucked the digit into his mouth.

  Drake’s pupils had blown huge, chasing the intense blue to the outer circle of his iris.

  Pulling his mouth off Drake’s finger with a noisy pop, Blaze whispered, “I want to make you feel good.”

  A number of emotions washed over Drake’s face, all of which made Blaze uncomfortable because he might be feeling some of them too.

  “Stop acting like it’s a big deal. This is only a blowjob. Hell, I’ve done reach-around hand jobs plenty of times, so this isn’t much different. Right? I’m simply adding my mouth.” There, that sounded normal.

  Drake raked his fingers through Blaze’s hair. “Have you ever given head since…?”

  Blaze grimaced, not wanting to relive that, but he needed to make it sound like less of a deal. “No. Usually the guys I meet want to be fucked.”

  “I’m sure they did, but I want you to do what you want.” Drake scraped his fingers against Blaze’s scalp, raising feel-good goose bumps. He tugged Blaze into a quick kiss.

  Maybe Blaze should stick to fucking. He pressed his hips against Drake one more time to enjoy the friction against his dick. No, a blowjob would even things up, so he rolled off Drake.

  On unsteady legs, Blaze stared down at Drake sprawled out in his living room.

  Holy hell! Drake’s long hair fanned out over the pillows and arm of the love seat. His shirt was rumpled and pushed high on his chest while his jeans strained at the zipper. His lips had become puffy and red from Blaze’s kisses. Fuck, if he didn’t look every bit the rock star his pictures on Instagram suggested.

  Blaze longed to please him, craved sucking on him way too much. Not wanting to overanalyze and make this into something more than an attempt to right his equilibrium, he quit staring.

  “Stand.” Blaze wanted to be gruff, but his voice came out all soft, so he pulled Drake into a sitting position, then tugged him until he stood next to him. Drake was at least a head or so taller than Blaze.

  Blaze eased Drake’s shirt off the rest of the way. He dropped the fabric while getting lost in the depths of Drake’s gaze.

  God! Drake stood there like a confident rock god ready to do Blaze’s bidding.

  Endless emotions swirled in a tidal wave, threatening to pull Blaze under, but then Drake laced their fingers together and smiled down at him.

  That was it. Calm, cool clarity seeped in. Blaze could do what he wanted without judgment. Right now, he wanted to mark Drake as taken, even if it was only as temporary as a hickey. Making the bruise would feel good, if he could ignore how unsettling the idea of Drake slowly fading away made him.

  Blaze concentrated on action, went onto his toes, and trailed kisses along Drake’s neck. On a moan, Drake twined his arms around Blaze and bent closer.

  Grazing his teeth over Drake’s pulse point, Blaze teased his tongue back and forth. He dragged his teeth across the spot until Drake pressed into the nip, requesting a bite, which he gladly delivered.

  “Oh, Blaze,” Drake wheezed out and shivered.

  Blaze sucked a mark onto his neck.

  “Mmm, yeah.” Drake wrapped his arms around him tighter, almost lifting Blaze off the ground.

  Taking that as a wish for more, Blaze marked his collarbone again and again.

  Drake ran his mouth along Blaze’s jaw and bit gently on his chin, as if asking permission to lay claim to Blaze and mark him.

  Blaze tilted his neck and bit his own lip to prevent begging. He quivered when Drake’s tongue was replaced by his lips. Incredible suction that went directly to his cock surely marked his neck, thrilling him. “More.”

  Drake sucked on his neck until Blaze’s fingers trembled as he unbuttoned and unzipped Drake’s jeans.

  “You sure?” Drake whispered.

  Blaze settled onto his knees, ran his hands up Drake’s thighs and around to his ass to give it an appreciative squeeze. Nice!

  Then he dragged every scrap of clothes below Drake’s waist to his feet, and peeked at Drake through the curtain of his hair. He wanted to see what lay beyond the barriers he created.

  With tender touches, Drake tucked Blaze’s hair behind his ears. His erection stood at attention, waiting for Blaze.

  Blaze’s mouth watered, and he shifted to adjust his own dick before he injured himself from lack of circulation. He inhaled Drake’s musky smell, which must be filled with sex pheromones, because each inhalation reinforced that he definitely wanted to do this.

  He might not have had much practical experience, but he’d watched thousands of hours of blowjob tutorials on YouPorn, and it was past time to taste the delicious-looking cock in front of him. “Sit.”

  Drake plopped back onto the love seat.

  Wiggling closer between Drake’s knees, he got an up-close view of Drake’s dick. His cock blushed a dark red, jutting out from neatly trimmed pubes. The shaft curved to the right, and several veins bulged out close to the surface and begged for a tongue to trace them.

  A clear drop of precum glistened from the tip.

  Leaning in, Blaze swiped his tongue over the droplet. Smiling at Drake, he didn’t hide his appreciation. “Mmm.”

  Drake gasped, then panted, “You have no idea.”

  Blaze’s confidence grew as he licked along the veins and then around the underside, teasing his circumcision scar. “About?”

  “You… doing this… is….”

  Wrapping his hand around Drake, Blaze stroked the lower half of his dick.

  “Is what?” Maybe he happened to be evil, but he liked making Drake lose his abil
ity to speak in whole sentences.

  Digging his nails into the cushion, Drake gasped, “A fantasy.”

  Blaze didn’t know what to say. He covered Drake’s tip and let the round head fill his mouth. He licked the tip, and then sucked.

  Drake groaned.

  Liking the noise, Blaze bobbed his head, letting Drake go deeper each time. Blaze gagged a little when he hit the back of his throat, so he pulled off. He went back to trailing his tongue along the length of Drake’s shaft in slow, wet licks.

  Another droplet formed at Drake’s tip. Blaze hurried to cover the mushroom head with his mouth, tasting the sweetness. He pushed his tongue into Drake’s slit to get more.

  Drake whimpered.

  Blaze sucked more of Drake into his mouth. Suck followed by a lick—he enjoyed the taste, texture, and feel of Drake in his mouth.

  Yeah, this was so good. He loved giving Drake… no, he loved giving head. Blaze shouldn’t personalize the activity. It could be anyone he sucked off, right? No bounced around his brain, denying his need to lie to himself.

  “I, um…. You okay?” Drake moaned around the words.

  Blaze nodded, and with the hope of dismissing more worry, he poked his tongue back into Drake’s slit and then sucked on the tip.

  Drake stared down at him with wide eyes, and tormented sounds fell from his lips along with words. “I just, I need you to know I’m grateful you feel… mmmm, God, Blaze… comfortable enough to share this with me… but if you want to stop at any time….”

  His concern reinforced the fact that Drake deserved Blaze’s trust, and that made like bloom into affection, causing nervousness to scatter through Blaze.

  This was uncalled for…. He pulled his mouth off Drake’s dick. “I know I haven’t done this much, but are you always this chatty during a blowjob, or am I not sucking you right?”

  Drake’s lips twitched, and his eyes sparkled. He might suspect Blaze’s need to downplay what was happening between them. Whatever. “You’re doing everything plenty right. Trust me.”

  “I do.” That careless but very true admission made Blaze’s heart beat faster. He did.

  Here on his knees, sucking Drake, he… trusted him. Blaze attempted to avoid the soft emotions trying to knock down the protective ice around his heart, and to concentrate on the physical.