by Lina Langley
“No,” Ethan said. “That’s not why I’m here.”
“Sure,” Max said, biting his lower lip. “That is definitely not why you have inched closer and closer to the edge of your seat. That’s not why you keep shifting your weight from side to side so you can hide how hard you are. And you’re hard, aren’t you?”
Ethan swallowed. He shook his head because he didn’t want to answer, but he wasn’t able to bring himself to say anything. He wasn’t able to do anything but open and close his mouth as he continued to feel his body sliding closer to the edge of his seat, especially when Max licked his lips.
“You want to get on your hands and on your knees,” Max said, his voice a growl. “And then you want to crawl here so you can suck me off until I come in your mouth.”
Ethan looked into Max’s eyes, then his gaze slowly went down to the rest of his body, the way his shirt was hugging his chest and his stomach. He stopped, his gaze lingering on Max’s crotch, despite the fact that the denim fabric of his jeans was hiding his erection. When Ethan picked up his gaze, Max was staring at him.
“Do it,” Max said. “Get on your hands and knees, Ethan. Crawl to me.”
It was as if his body wanted to listen to Max more than he did. Before he could think it through, he had completely slid out of the chair and he was on all fours, moving toward where Max was sitting. He was staring right at Max, because he wanted to look right at his face, even though moving like this was weird and humiliating.
“Good,” Max said. “You’re such a good boy.”
Ethan swallowed. He didn’t know why this was turning him on so much, but the way that Max was talking to him, the way he was looking at him—the fact that Max had made him crawl toward him—it was making him dizzy. It was making his hardened dick throb. It was making him feel like he was going to faint.
Max wasn’t that far away from Ethan, but it felt to Ethan like he might as well have been across a football field. There were beads of sweat on his forehead as he finally crawled to where Max was sitting.
He could smell his scent, his sweat and his cologne. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do when he was a few inches away from Max, so he stopped and craned his neck up. They looked at each other for a long second, then Max extended his hand and stroked the top of Ethan’s head, ruffling his hair. “You’re so beautiful,” Max said, moving his hand so that he was cupping Ethan’s face. “I’ve wanted to touch you ever since I called you this morning. I’ve been thinking about how gorgeous you looked with my come on your face.”
“Max…”
“I like it when you say my name,” Max said, biting his lower lip. “And I really want to let you suck me off.”
Ethan groaned. “You want to let me?”
“Yes,” Max said, stroking Ethan’s jawline with a curled finger until he had tilted his head up and their gaze was locked. He traced his thumb over Ethan’s lips until Ethan opened his mouth enough to let him in.
Max wasn’t gentle. He stuck his tongue inside Ethan’s mouth, grabbing his very tongue, and Ethan could feel himself start to choke a little bit. Max ran his thumb roughly over the ends of Ethan’s teeth and then moved his thumb out of his mouth.
“See,” Max said when he moved his finger away from Ethan’s mouth, a trail of spit glistening between Ethan’s mouth and the end of Max’s thumb. “Your mouth is all prime and ready for me.”
Ethan moaned. Even though they were both still wearing all their clothes, this situation had already turned Ethan on so much that he could feel his jeans strangling his cock. When Max moved his hand, lifting his thumb toward his own face and licking it off himself, slowly, deliberately, his gaze set right on Ethan’s face, Ethan thought he would come right then and there.
Max stood up and his leg was close enough to Ethan to make Ethan wince. Ethan instinctively moved back, but Max shook his head slightly. It made Ethan feel like he was stuck to the floor.
Max was staring at him, his eyes glassy. “I was thinking about taking my pants off,” he said. “But I don’t know. I think you might not deserve it.”
“Please,” Ethan heard himself say.
“Please, what?”
Ethan swallowed. The palms of his hands were burning from the carpet under him, his knees hurt from the position he was in. He was uncomfortable, but he wasn’t focused on that. He was focused on his gasping, on the way he felt when Max brought his hand to his zipper. Once it was there, he didn’t move it. He just left it there, teasing Ethan, taunting him.
“Please, Max,” Ethan said. “Please let me suck your cock.”
Max smirked at him. “You’re so good,” he said. “I love it when you beg. It turns me on.”
“Please,” Ethan said.
Max started to undo his zipper, his finger moving down unbearably slow. Ethan felt like he was holding his breath until Max slowly undid his zipper. Then he moved his hands up to put his fingers under his waistband. Ethan thought Max was going to yank his pants down to show Ethan his erection, but his hands stayed right where they were and didn’t move at all.
Ethan groaned. He closed his eyes. “You’re hurting me, Max,” he said.
“I know,” Max replied, a smile on his face. “But I can’t help but love the look on your face. You look so stunning when you’re frustrated.”
“This is cruel,” Ethan said.
“It is?”
“Yes,” Ethan said. “I need it. I need you… I need to suck you off. I need to have your cock in my mouth.”
Max licked his lips. “Good,” he said as he dropped his pants down to his ankles. Ethan stared at the bulge in Max’s boxers, at the impressive outline of his gorgeous cock. “You’re such a good boy.”
Ethan pressed his face against Max’s salty skin. He kissed the soft skin on Max’s legs, trailing up until he was close to the edge of Max’s boxers.
“Take them off, Ethan,” Max said, his voice quiet.
Ethan nodded. He started to kneel up, but before he could, Max’s hand was on top of his head and he was resisting. It wasn’t painful, it was just firm, and it was enough to tell Ethan he should stay on his hands and knees. When Ethan raised his eyebrows, Max shook his head. “Did I say you could use your hands?”
Ethan swallowed. “No,” he said.
“Then don’t,” Max said.
Ethan nodded. His mouth was dry as he kissed Max’s skin again, craning his head up so he could softly bite the fabric of his boxers and try to move it down his leg. It was hard, because he could only get the bottom of the leg with his teeth when he craned his neck back a considerable amount. He pressed his lips together and managed to grab the fabric with them. He managed to move it down halfway down his leg. There was no way he was going to be able to move his entire boxers down with just this leg, so he scooted over to his right leg.
He took a deep breath as he shuffled along, his body sinking into the carpet under him. He kissed Max’s leg as he moved his lips all over Max’s leg. He finally clamped his mouth shut on the fabric, this time moving it down quickly. He finally stopped when Max’s boxers were halfway down his legs, just so he could eye Max’s crotch.
Max’s dick was standing completely erect. It was only a few inches away from Max’s cock, but it still felt like he was a few miles away, and he didn’t know how long he could stand to be around Max’s cock without putting him in his mouth. It was something of a challenge, to finally move his boxers down his legs, but Ethan finally managed to move them down so they were around his ankles and level with his jeans.
He was gasping for breath by the time he was done. Doing this—undressing Max, doing it in such a difficult way, it was all worth it. It felt worth it. Doing anything to turn Max on, to make sure he would earn the ability to suck Max’s cock—it felt like it mattered. And it turned him on, too, it made him dizzy.
He was going to crane his neck up and ask Max if he could suck him off, but before he could, Max had sat down in front of him on the carpeted floor, his legs crossed and h
is cock right in Ethan’s face.
Max smiled at Ethan. He traced the outline of his jaw, slowly moving his finger up to Ethan’s cheek, then threading his fingers through Ethan’s hair.
He yanked Ethan’s head back and looked right into his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” Max said. “You’re such a good boy.”
Ethan swallowed. “Thank—”
“No,” Max said. “Don’t thank me. Bark.”
“Sorry,” Ethan said. “I don’t think I heard you right.”
“No, you heard me just fine,” Max said, shaking his head and tutting. “You can talk and we’ll stop. Or you can bark and we’ll keep going.”
“Fuck—”
Max stared at him. Ethan took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he thought about what to do next. The thought of stopping crossed his mind, but only for a second. It felt preposterous. And there was something so hot about what Max had just asked of him, like he wasn’t even allowed to talk to him.
Like he wasn’t even worthy of talking to him.
He took another deep breath and then he barked. It was a soft, playful bark, shy, the best that he could manage. Max tutted, shaking his head. “Come on, babe,” he said. “I know you can do better than that.”
Ethan took another deep breath, then he barked. It didn’t sound like it was coming from his own mouth, it sounded deep and guttural, and it made Max chuckle quietly. His cock jiggled when he did. Ethan couldn’t help but notice the way it looked, tall and hard and throbbing, the head covered and glistening with precum.
“That’s my good boy,” Max said, stroking the top of Ethan’s head. “Do you want your treat now?”
Ethan’s eyes widened. He was about to say that he wanted his treat, but he clamped his mouth shut when he saw the way Max’s gaze was boring into him. He tilted his head down and whimpered, hoping that would be enough to communicate just how much he wanted this.
“You’re so good at this,” Max said. “You can suck me off now. You can suck me dry until I come in your mouth, okay?”
Ethan nodded again, and then slowly wrapped his mouth around Max’s cock. He only started by swirling his tongue around the head of Max’s cock, coating his tongue with Max’s come, until he looked at Max for a second and Max gave him a little nod.
That was all the approval Ethan needed to start really going to town on Max’s cock, moving his head back and forth rapidly, letting Max fuck his throat roughly as Max held his head down when he got to the base of his cock, for just a few seconds. For just enough time that it made Ethan almost gag, then he would release him, and then Ethan would start throat-fucking himself on Max’s cock as hard as he could. There were tears in his eyes and water from his nose, he could feel Max’s cock throbbing in his mouth, and then he heard Max say he was going to come, his voice a low growl.
“Stay there,” Max said. “Eat all of my come, boy. Lap it all up.”
Ethan practically choked on Max’s cock as Max held his head down, his dick contracting in Max’s mouth as he came all over Ethan’s tongue and into his mouth, so much so that Ethan felt like he was going to gag from Max’s come.
Max released him from the hold he had on the back of his head. When he did, Ethan realized that Max hadn’t been holding him down hard, that he was barely holding him down. Even as he moved away from Max’s cock, Ethan realized that he had been the one who had been throat-fucking himself with Max’s cock without Max helping him very much.
He was just letting it all sink in when Max put his hand under Ethan’s chin and tilted his head up. “Good boy,” Max said, his voice a whisper. “You’re so good.”
Ethan opened his mouth to laugh, to say something, but Max was still staring at him.
“Lick me off,” Max said. “Gently. You wouldn’t want any of your treat to go to waste, did you?”
Ethan nodded. He went to work, doing what he was told, licking around Max’s balls and his softening cock. By the time he was done, he felt like gasping for air. Max was purring under him.
Ethan dropped his head on his lap. He hadn’t intended it, but everything that had happened up to that point had been so very exhausting, he didn’t see any choice but resting. As he did, Max stroked his head, softly patting the top of his head every now and then. It was a little bit humiliating, but he couldn’t help but become more and more turned on as Max kept stroking his head.
“You can talk now,” Max said quietly.
Ethan looked up at him, his eyes wide. He wasn’t sure he could even begin to conceptualize what had just happened, never mind talking about it. He swallowed before he spoke, his throat sore. “Okay,” he said. “That was…”
Max shook his head, tsking. “Did you forget something?”
“Yes,” Ethan said. “Fuck, sorry. Thank you.”
“Thank you what?”
“Thank you, Max,” Ethan said.
“You’re welcome, babe,” Max replied.
He leaned forward and kissed Ethan on the mouth, a short peck that seemed to last only a couple of seconds. Ethan watched him, his eyes wide, unsure of what he was supposed to do now.
Max furrowed his brow. “It’s okay,” he said. “Put your head on my lap. I’ll go get you some water in a bit.”
Ethan groaned. His cock felt like it was going to explode. He had followed every direction that Max had given him, including not touching himself, and he didn’t think he had ever been that turned on in his life. He put his head on Max’s lap and closed his eyes. Even though his eyes were closed, he knew Max was staring at him.
“You can’t need it that much,” Max said, as if he could read Ethan’s mind. “You’re not begging me yet.”
Ethan groaned again, a desperate whimper on his lips.
Max stopped stroking his head, then laughed, the weight of his hand heavy on Ethan’s scalp. “Max…”
“I’ll do it,” he said. “When you beg.”
Ethan whimpered. He was about to ask Max if he could even touch himself—at least touch himself—when Max moved away from him. “You stay here, okay? Don’t get up. I’m going to get you some water for your throat.”
Ethan was going to protest, but his throat was dry and he liked the idea of drinking water. Max helped him sit up. Ethan was surprised at how weak he felt, at just how much help he truly needed. His eyes widened as Max wrapped his arms around his waist and nuzzled into his neck, breathing hard on his skin. “I’m right here, babe,” Max said.
Ethan closed his eyes. He let out a deep, shaky breath as Max let go of him. He didn’t look back as he heard Max’s footsteps receding. He took deep breaths until Max sat down next to him again, handing him a glass of ice water.
“This will help,” Max said, brushing Ethan’s hair away from his face. Ethan nodded, grabbing the glass of water and wetting his lips with it at first. He didn’t realize just how thirsty he was until he felt the water on his lips. He tilted his head back as he drank the rest of the water. He did it far too quickly, enough to bring on a bit of brain freeze but nothing he couldn’t push through.
He handed Max the glass back and looked up at his face. Max was staring at him, a smile on his face, his cheeks tinted with red. “Hey,” he said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Ethan nodded. “Yes,” he said. “I think so. That was… a lot.”
“I know,” Max replied. “And we can always stop. You can just tell me you want to stop.”
“I don’t—I didn’t want to stop,” Ethan replied, his voice a whimper. “I just—I guess I just wasn’t prepared for that to happen.”
“I know,” Max said. “I didn’t think anything would happen either, but you looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help but think about how hot you’d look if I made you crawl.”
Ethan bit his lower lip, shaking his head. “You’re making me blush.”
“Good,” Max said. He kissed the tip of Ethan’s nose, something Ethan hadn’t been expecting. Ethan’s eyes widened as Max moved away from him and flashed him a smile. “I like it when you
blush.”
Ethan couldn’t help but smile at him.
CHAPTER NINE
After a little while, Ethan felt human again. It was hard to divorce what had just happened from what he had come here to do, but once he was sitting up straight on a chair again and sex didn’t feel like it was on the table—though he had no idea, because with Max, it always felt like sex was on the table—he wanted to finish the conversation that he had come here to have.
This time, Max had brought him a glass of diet soda. He was taking sips as Max stared at him, not saying anything. Ethan knew he was the one who had to start this conversation, but he was still recovering.
He set his gaze right on Max’s face before he spoke. “You shouldn’t drop out,” Ethan said.
“Oh?”
“Look,” Ethan replied, looking away from Max. “I understand that good politicians are needed in the world. You have the opportunity to really affect change. I looked you up.”
Max grinned. “I guess once a journalist, always a journalist.”
“You’re a good person,” Ethan said, shaking his head. “I mean, a bit of a weirdo, but a good person nevertheless.”
“Thanks, Ethan.”
Ethan waved his hand in front of his face. “You need to run,” he said.
Max nodded. “I am,” he said. “Just not this time.”
“No,” Ethan said, his voice breaking when he spoke. He was surprised at how emotional he felt. “You don’t know if you’ll be able to run next time, Max. You don’t know that you’ll even be here tomorrow. You need to run while you can.”
Max watched him. When he spoke, his voice was sweet, low. He wasn’t close enough to Ethan to touch him, but Ethan could tell that Max’s hand would have been on him if the two had just been closer to each other. “Ethan,” he said. “I know you’re concerned, but I’m in no rush.”