“Greg knew your name.” Ty watched as Lewis’ pupils expanded, and knew it for fear. “My phone, the call with Ace didn’t disconnect. He heard everything. Called me for church. I went and it was just business, but I know he heard. He heard. You know how it is in the club. They might like to shock the citizens, but in a lotta ways they are worse than the holy rollers. Hell, I’m still struggling, and I’ve been the one here, with you.”
Lewis stepped backwards, taking his heat with him and Ty immediately noted its loss. Noted and missed it. Want it back. Face twisted with anger, Lewis clipped, “Except you aren’t with me. Because you talked to two old hens. Two busybodies who got their pussy hurt, so they fed you a fuckin’ line. And—” He took another step back, one Ty matched with a stride forwards, trying to stay close enough to touch. “—you ate it up. Hook, line, and sinker. Chowed down on that bullshit. No fuckin’ idea what you were tearing down when you took your hands to the wall, you still tore it all to shit. This? This shit”—he gestured between them, then swung his arm to include Crissy next door—“so fuckin’ fragile. Newborn with wobbly legs, wandering close to the edge of a cliff. One stumble and it’s all gone. And that happened. You fuckin’ stumbled, didn’t you?” His hand came up and he placed a palm in the middle of Ty’s chest and pushed. “You fuckin’ stumbled and took it all down. I’ve never had—” He shoved again, and Ty gripped his wrist, pulling them closer together. “—anything I wanted to keep like I wanted you and Crissy. Lies and speculation, and you trashed the whole thing.”
Lewis pulled in a hard breath through his nose, blowing it out in a steady stream, staring into Ty’s eyes. Maybe I fucked up. The look of loss on his face speared Ty’s chest, pain blooming in its wake, and he did the only thing he could think of. I for sure hurt him. He hadn’t thought things through. Been reacting instead of thinking, and now the idea of losing what they had ripped through him. Leaning forwards, he lifted a hand to cup the edge of Lewis’ jaw, tilting his head the same slightest amount as earlier, but this wasn’t a question, it was an answer. I’m sorry. He dusted Lewis’ lips with kisses, soft and gentle, tracing the contours of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. So sorry. A muscle in Lewis’ jaw jumped under Ty’s hand, and he raised his other, curling his fingers into the waistband of Lewis’ jeans, holding him in place while he tried to deepen the kiss.
Lewis resisted, mouth closed, and when Ty opened his eyes to look at him, he found Lewis staring at him. Pulling back for a moment, he trailed a finger along Lewis’ strong cheekbone, then angled his head to cover Lewis’ mouth again, nibbling and licking, fingers threading through the man’s hair, cupping the back of his skull to pull him close. The pounding in his head intensified. Let me in. With a groan Lewis kissed him back, arms wrapping around Ty’s shoulders, holding on. Holding me.
His dick thudded in his pants, blood pounding through his erection, and he ground his hips into Lewis’, incapable of being this close, being this intimate, and not touching his cock in some way. A breath later, Lewis had taken control of the kiss, like Ty expected, and he carefully eased the intensity off, keeping Ty from coming in his pants right there.
I’ll never have this chance again. The words threaded through Ty’s mind, and he latched onto them. My chance to do for him. He’s always been the one caring for us. Ty broke the kiss and buried his face against Lewis’ shoulder, finding words escaped him. Just do anything, idiot. He nuzzled Lewis’ neck and felt him stiffen. Something told him Lewis was seconds away from leaving, from shoving Ty off him and walking out the door.
Desperate now, Ty dropped a hand to Lewis’ crotch, fingers molding the fabric of his jeans around his rigid cock, gripping and stroking, finger and thumb circling as much as he could. Again, and again, he slipped his hand back and forth. Releasing his hold, he shoved his hand down, firmly caressing Lewis’ balls, knowing he’d won a reprieve when Lewis widened his stance with a groan.
Ty shoved his other hand between them, working at the buckle of Lewis’ belt, drawing the tang out of the way and unfastening his jeans, the sound of the zipper loud in the suddenly quiet room. Sliding his hand inside, he circled the base of Lewis’ cock, exploring the sensation of something so familiar, but incredibly different. Palm around the shaft, he eased Lewis free from the confinement of fabric, a smear of wetness along the inside of his wrist witness to how aroused Lewis was.
“Jesus, that thing gonna fit in my mouth?” Ty squeezed his eyes shut tight, shocked at the words which had come tumbling out, relaxing a tiny bit when Lewis chuckled and nodded, the movement trailing his hair across Ty’s cheek.
“Yeah, it’ll fit.” Lewis hesitated, then tugged Ty closer, hips pumping, shoving his cock through Ty’s loosely clasped fist. “If you’re gonna give me head, that is. It’ll fit. I ain’t so big.”
“You’re pretty big.” Ty turned his head so he could cut his eyes up to see Lewis’ face. The man was smiling. That’s good, right? He tightened his hand and stroked slowly, giving a tiny twist at the head, noting the difference no foreskin made. “Let’s see.”
He stepped backwards and crouched, then took a knee in front of Lewis, shifting until he was on the floor, heels of his boots digging painfully into his ass. Lewis’ cock was right in front of him, so hard it curved upwards towards Lewis’ belly, his sac obscured by the jeans. Ty shoved Lewis’ pants down farther, halfway to his knees, wanting a clear field of vision. His sac hung heavy, lightly furred, and Ty wondered what that would feel like in his mouth. Curious, he leaned forwards and traced up the inside of Lewis’ leg with his nose, the rough hair coarse on his cheek. A moment later heat hit his other cheek as he buried his face in Lewis’ crotch, breathing deeply.
“Fuck.” The breathy curse came from above him, and he peered up, seeing Lewis’ face angled down watching him. Arms straight at his sides, Lewis had fisted his hands and seemed to be working hard at staying still. Ty reached up until his fingers encountered one hand, gratified when Lewis immediately gripped his fingers, squeezing. Ty brought Lewis’ hand to his head, smoothing the man’s palm on his scalp, encouraging without words Lewis do what he would with anyone other than Ty. Someone experienced, he thought, shifting so his closed lips rested on the side of Lewis’ sac. Opening his mouth, he sucked one ball into his mouth, finding the texture of the skin another thing that was known and yet intensely foreign.
“Jesus.” Fingers clutched in Ty’s hair, gripping tight but not pulling or directing, just holding. Holding on. Holding me. “Ty, you don’t—” He rolled Lewis’ ball with his tongue, then let it slip out, dipping lower so he could reach the other one, giving it the same attention and treatment. “Jesus, fuck.” Lewis’ fingers relaxed, threading through his hair, every movement cautious. “Baby, you don’t hafta—” Ty released Lewis’ sac with a last swipe of his tongue, then burrowed into his crotch again, the heat and scent he found there intoxicating. He turned his head and placed his mouth at the base of Lewis’ shaft, licking and sucking. Frustrated with the naturally evasive movement of the cock, he raised a hand to grip it, holding it in place for his ministrations. Working up towards the head, he covered every inch of satin skin with his mouth, kissing and laving his tongue along Lewis’ cock, no longer tentative, he was enjoying provoking the sounds pouring from Lewis’ mouth. Praise and curses rained down, and he sought out the sensitive places, mapping them from every scarce reaction. Fingers tightening in his hair a silent compass needle pointing out the way.
When he reached the crown, Ty didn’t hesitate to slide it between his lips, tightening them around the shaft as he flicked his tongue back and forth over the highly sensitive glans. “Jesus, Ty.” A tang met his tongue that he recognized, having tasted himself on Crissy’s mouth a few nights before. He noted a difference in flavor, Lewis’ darker, more mysterious in many ways. He lifted one hand to Lewis’ sac, balancing it in his palm, fingers rolling and tugging. “God bless, baby.” Still flicking with his tongue, he gave an experimental suck, changing his grip on Lewis’ cock,
tightening his fingers and stroking up and down. Where he’d kissed and licked was slick, but not enough, so he slipped his hand up to where his mouth was working and slicked his fingers, making the return stroke smoother.
Lewis groaned, “Fuck. Ty.”
He sucked and stroked, keeping the motions slow and firm, Lewis’ cock fattening in his mouth, pulsing and delivering tiny drops of semen. Testing the boundaries of his comfort, he slid his lips up to the crown, sucking hard, and then back down the shaft until his lips met his fingers. Lewis tightened his grip on Ty’s head, pulling him off and tipping his head backwards. He bent, swooping down to kiss Ty roughly, a hand on either side of his face, holding him still for Lewis to ravage his mouth, tongue tangling with Ty’s in a sliding dance. Drawing back, he stared into Ty’s face for a moment, eyes searching for something. “Baby,” he whispered, and the single word was filled with so much emotion, fear and love, lust and longing, that Ty’s chest contracted, his heart seizing. Ty lunged upwards, crashing his mouth into Lewis’, kissing him hard. Lewis’ moan rolled down his throat before he settled back on his heels again, cock once again poised at his lips.
With greater confidence, he wrapped his tongue around the head, sucking hard for a triplet of heartbeats before easing off, dipping the tip of his tongue into Lewis’ slit, lapping up the spicy fluids steadily leaking there. He slipped a finger into his mouth alongside the cock, getting it wet and slippery, then he wedged his hand between Lewis’ legs, tracing along his taint. Lewis groaned loudly, and his cock jumped in Ty’s mouth, hardening more, swelling with anticipation. Ty touched the pucker, circling it with his knuckles as if he were going to knock for entrance. Finger to his mouth again, he slicked up his finger a second time, then sucked hard on Lewis’ cock, one hand on the shaft with a pulsing grip. Other hand between Lewis’ legs, he retraced his path from before, arriving at Lewis’ hole just when he sucked hard on the head of Lewis’ cock, teasing first his fingertip inside, then stroking deeper. One knuckle, then two, and he focused on the in-and-out motion, marveling at how like and yet unlike this was with a woman.
Angling his head, he looked up Lewis’ body to see the man leaning against the wall, chin up and mouth open, silent but obviously enjoying what Ty was doing. Lewis had one palm flat against the surface beside his hip, the other tangled in his own hair, half covering his eyes. Ty swirled his tongue around the rim of the crown again and again, thrusting his finger deeper and wiggling it in tiny circles inside Lewis, watching as Lewis pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, staving off a cry. It was so silent in the condo, Ty imagined he could hear the clock in the kitchen. No wonder he’s being quiet now, probably afraid of freaking me out.
Deliberately he made a slurping sound, then tightened his lips around Lewis’ cock again, pulling it deeper into his mouth. Curling his tongue, working it along the length he could reach, Ty hummed. Softly at first, then with more volume, pulling the sound from deeper in his throat than Lewis could reach, letting the vibrations rumble up through his tongue and feeling the tremble in his lips, knowing it would be magnified for Lewis. His reward was a low groan, and he concentrated, sucking hard.
Pulling off with an audible pop, he gave another noisy slurp and lick along the length of Lewis’ cock, then tipped his head to look up, seeing those intense eyes focused on him. He hesitated, then whispered, “Touch me, talk to me, don’t make me feel like a freak, Lewis. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Can you cut me a break, man?” He smiled tentatively, and Lewis’ lips quirked at the corners. With quiet passion, he repeated, “Touch me. Please.”
Heat engulfed his cheek as Lewis cupped his face with a palm, fingertips tracing along his cheekbone. Lewis knuckled his lips, pulling Ty’s bottom one first to one side, then the other, seeming mesmerized with the movement, with how Ty parted them for Lewis to slip his thumb inside, with seeing Ty’s tongue appear to wrap around the tip. “Jesus, Ty. You’re so fucking hot. Watching you is…mmmm. So fucking hot, seeing my dick disappear into your mouth.” Lewis tightened around Ty’s finger, which was still moving with slow thrusts. “You’re learning all my secrets, everything I dreamed you’d do.” Lewis’ other hand threaded through Ty’s hair, fingers tightening. “Gimme your fingers, baby. Lemme lube ‘em up again. I want you to give me two.” He pulled his thumb from Ty’s mouth, using the tip to lever Ty’s mouth open wider. “Now, open wide, and suck me off.”
Wet heat surrounded his fingers, then tight heat as he dropped his hand down to slip two digits inside. Lewis slowly thrust his hips forwards, and his cock slid over Ty’s tongue, hand gripping tightly around the shaft, controlling the depth of penetration that way. Keeping his lips looser, he let Lewis fuck his mouth, matching the rhythm with his movements.
“Suck me, baby.” Obeying the demand, he found the right combination of pressure and suction. “So fucking hot like this. Goddamned eager to please. Not just anybody. Me. You’re pleasing me, and you love it.” A groan and he wanted more of those. “I love it.” Ty modified his stroke inside Lewis, adding a twist of the wrist when his fingers were buried deep, Lewis’ moan shuddered through his cock and into Ty’s mouth. He added an answering hum. “Jesus, yes. Fuck me like that. Wish it was your dick. Watched you with our Crissy, know you can work that monster. Worked her over good, Jesus, watching you was fucking torture. I knew. Knew you wanted. Know you want this. You and me both, Ty. You’d fuck me so good, baby.”
Ty’s cock jumped at those words, his heart rate spiking. Yes, I want that, too.
“You want that?” Lewis was like a mind reader, knowing every thought flashing through Ty’s head. “You do. I know you do. Been thinking about it for weeks, something we never got a chance to carry through. Wanna fuck me here, against the wall? Wanna hold me in place and pound my ass? I can take a pounding, baby. You want it, you got it.” Ty sucked harder, tongue dancing along the length in his mouth. Fingers working, he spread them inside Lewis, stretching him. “Hot as fuck, you handling me like this. You know what I want, every fucking time, baby. Every time, it’s always you. So hot. You and Crissy.” As he said their partner’s name, Lewis’ cock gave a pulse and heat hit Ty’s tongue. “Fuck,” Lewis hissed, “just the thought of her and you is enough to make me come. You suck me like that, you’re gonna get a mouthful too soon. I wanna come when you’re in my ass. Wanna come when you’re pounding me. Deeper and deeper, fucking me hard. Get off, baby. Pull off.” Ty ignored the stinging from his scalp, sucking Lewis harder, pulling him further into his mouth. “Jesus, Ty. No, baby.”
He sucked hard, swallowing around Lewis, then pulled off with another pop. “You want it?”
“Jesus, yes. You wanna do that to me? Wanna fuck me?”
He stared at Lewis for a moment, then eased his fingers out and stood smoothly so they were chest to chest, face-to-face. “Yeah.” It took him a minute, but he found his voice. “Yeah, Lewis. I want it.” Lewis’ eyes closed, and it looked like he was breathing a prayer. Then he turned around, chest and cheek to the wall. Pants already down to midthigh, his ass was right there, and Ty skimmed a palm across one curved cheek, digging his fingers in and rubbing, stroking, gripping and pulling. “What do I need to do, I don’t want to…” His voice threatened to break and he let it trail off for a moment, taking his time before he continued. “I don’t want to fuck it up.”
Immediately Lewis gave him what he asked for, the answers coming readily. Practiced, maybe. “I like a little raunch. If you don’t talk, I will. What you were doing before, finger-fucking me, that’s all the prep I need. Don’t go in completely dry—” Lewis twisted, looking over his shoulder at Ty. “—so if you need me on my knees first, just tell me.” It was all so quickly negotiated, black and white. Settled.
“I have a packet of lube.” Ty fumbled at his wallet, pulling out the small square. He’d gotten it a couple of weeks ago, an admission to himself of what he wanted, been wanting since the first time. He nearly dropped everything when Lewis reached out and plucked a co
ndom from the folds, too. With a weighty look, he handed it to Ty, who stared at it, and then at Lewis, not understanding. No, we’re done with those. Lewis held his gaze, and Ty watched as something passed behind Lewis’ eyes he should have understood. Should have, but didn’t. There was still arousal on Lewis’ features, but it was tempered by an expression of certainty.
Ducking his head, Ty yanked at his belt, unfastening his pants with shaking fingers, shoving them down enough to get his cock and balls out, feeling the pressure of the fabric underneath as he smoothed the condom on, then liberally applied the lube. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Lewis’ spine, rolling his forehead there for a second. What am I doing? They were going a hundred miles an hour all of a sudden and he wasn’t sure how to slow it down. “You want it here, like this?” Maybe Lewis would prefer the bed, or the couch—
His thoughts were cut off by Lewis’ voice. “Yeah, here. Like this. With you.” Lewis arched his back, pressing his ass backwards, and Ty groaned at the sudden pressure. “Fuck me, man.” Lewis arched again, pushing back insistently. “You want it. I want it. Take it.”
Ty heard Greg’s voice in his head, “Po’Boy doesn’t do relationships. It’s just sex to him.” His erection had already been flagging, the change in mood in the room breaking across him like a wave. Realizing this was what Greg had meant, that Po’Boy didn’t need anything other than the act, killed the rest of his arousal.
“Hey?” Wrench was already stripping off the condom when he glanced up to see Po’Boy studying him. “You done, man?”
“Yeah. I’m done.” He shoved his junk back into his pants, twisting to put his back to Po’Boy while he zipped up. By the time he’d turned around, Po’Boy had done the same. They were just two guys standing around. Could have been any two guys. Not two men who had shared an intimate act only moments ago. If he ignored the throbbing of his lips and ache in his jaw, he could forget the whole thing happened.
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