by Willa Okati
Quinn whimpered.
He felt Billy’s hand resting on the button fastening of his pants. “I’m going to touch your cock. Stop me if you don’t want this. Really don’t want this. ‘Cause once I start—no going back.”
Shivering a little, Quinn nodded. He felt another kiss to his lower belly. “Knew you could,” Billy murmured. He undid the pants slowly, one button at a time. Quinn jerked, the touch bringing back a whole new flood of memories. This time, though, he didn’t try to push them away.
His cock came free of the pants, helped along by Billy’s hand shoving them down. Quinn inhaled sharply. The cool night air burned against his overheated flesh. He thrust instinctively into Billy’s palm, aching for the feel of a solid hand closing around his prick. Just like old times.
Older days than the ones with Melissa in them. Melissa had never… She didn’t like to.
Billy loved it. Quinn could tell. “Fuck, but you’re gorgeous. Hey, your eyes are still closed. Open up. I want you to watch me while I do this.” He squeezed Quinn’s cock. “Want to see your face light up.”
As Quinn obeyed, Billy raised up to kiss him again, lingering, slipping his tongue in and out as he tightened and loosened his fist. “What do you think? This feel good?”
Nodding, Quinn made bold enough to reach up for another taste of Billy’s lips. He was delicious, salty and ashy-bitter. “Do I taste like mint?” he asked abruptly.
Billy laughed. “Nah. Tears. Not all bad ones, though, huh? Don’t jump, now. I’m gonna put my mouth somewhere else.” His hand gripped hard around Quinn’s cock. “Want to see what this tastes like.”
“Oh, God. Yes. God, yes.” Quinn reached up to touch Billy’s cheek and thread his hand through the man’s hair. “Please.” His heart pounded. “I want you to.”
“Hell, yeah.” Billy shook himself loose and made his way back down to Quinn’s cock. Quinn felt the hand surrounding his prick ease up a bit, but only to get a better grip. Billy pressed his lips to the tip of Quinn’s dick, opened his mouth and—oh, God.
Heat suffused Quinn, filling him up as if he had a fever. Quinn’s head spun as he felt the burning warmth of Billy’s lips and mouth slowly devouring his cock. He gasped and grasped at the covers, searching for something to hang onto. Billy’s free hand nudged his own. Their fingers tangled together.
Billy began to suck. Quinn drew in a sharp breath and stopped himself from bucking up. Instead, he lay there trembling as he felt the pressure of the man’s mouth sliding up and down his length, no teeth at all, just hard sucking. Billy could take almost all of him, and he used his hand to cover the rest, point and counterpoint.
Almost too much, but at the same time not enough. Quinn made a small, needy sound.
Billy was good with the cues. He began to use his tongue. Quinn groaned, gripping Billy’s hand hard. Probably too hard, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Billy squeezed back as if encouraging him. Letting himself go a little more, Quinn hung on for dear life as Billy licked and flicked and sucked, lavishing attention on Quinn’s cock as if it were the best he’d ever tasted.
After a minute of hot action, Billy drew off long enough to blow several light, cool breaths over the iron heat of Quinn’s cock. “Salty,” he whispered. “Sweet. Love this. Can’t wait for you to be ready to do this. Bet you forgot how good it is.”
Quinn startled. “How—how did you know—”
“That sixth sense again. Easy now. Gonna make you see stars.” Billy slid his mouth down over Quinn’s cock again, applying pressure and suction at the same time. He carefully untwined his fingers from Quinn’s and brought his other hand into play, rolling Quinn’s balls and squeezing them with a light and easy touch.
Long practice, Quinn thought with an internal giggle. He’s so good at this. He’s right, I’d forgotten—oh, God. God.
He let out a ragged exclamation without words. Billy released Quinn’s balls to begin kneading at his hip. Telling him it was all right. He could come, and it would be okay. Quinn didn’t want this to end, God help him, but the orgasm was building up inside of him.
Billy’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked hard, and Quinn couldn’t hold back any longer. He exploded inside Billy’s mouth, feeling himself shoot hard and fast. Billy began to swallow, drinking the come down as quickly as it spurted in, his tongue bathing Quinn’s cock as if he could milk some more out.
When the climax had finished twisting his insides, Quinn lay panting roughly, his vision fuzzing out at the edges. Billy drew off, kissing the tip of Quinn’s cock, then coming back up for a kiss. Quinn could taste himself as an added flavor in Billy’s mouth. God, it had been so long, but he recognized the tang of semen. Musky, pungent, salty.
He kissed Billy back, not wanting to let him go.
Billy pulled away after a few moments of them sweeping each other’s mouths. “There,” he said, his voice low and satisfied as a cat in the cream. “You feel good, don’t you? Told you it was all right.”
Quinn laughed, the sound choppy through his ragged breathing. “I’m surprised,” he managed to say. “I would have thought you’d be the one asking for a blow job.”
“Why?”
“I came to you. Shouldn’t I have been the one to give?”
“As you give, so shall you receive.”
“And I thought you were always on top.”
“Usually, I am. But this was a gift for you, Quinn. My way of saying welcome to the neighborhood.” Billy’s eyes sparkled. “’Course, if you want to return the favor, I’m not going to complain.”
Quinn felt dizzy at the thought, but no…there was something he wanted more. “Billy?”
“Yeah?” Billy petted Quinn’s hair. “You did so good, by the way. You were delicious. Not to mention the way you move. You could drive a man nuts even if he weren’t already crazy for you.”
“I want… I want…” Quinn took a steadying breath. He felt so exposed in nothing but a button-down shirt with only his sleeves loosened…yet it didn’t feel like a bad thing. Especially when he could look over and see the expanse of Billy’s naked body, hard and ready for what he wanted. “Fuck me,” Quinn whispered. The words were unfamiliar after so long, but he pushed them past the last of his barriers and over his thick tongue. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Something flared in Billy’s gaze. Something hot and needy. “You’re ready for that?” he asked, voice husky. “You sure?”
Quinn nodded. He reached down to Billy’s cock and ran his fingers along the length. “I want this,” he said. “So much. I was too afraid.”
“And you’re not, now?”
“No.” Quinn willed away his lingering doubts. “Just…go easy, please? It’s been years.”
“Go easy. Man, I’ll treat you like a prince.” Billy bent his head, capturing Quinn’s tongue with his own. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. You on your back. Wide open. Me between your knees, fucking you hard as I can. Oh, yeah.” He moved to lick Quinn’s ear, tracing a path down from shell to lobe. The feeling tickled, tingled and sent a new shock of desire into Quinn’s balls. “You want this bad, don’t you? Say it.”
Quinn nodded, realizing he was only being honest. He’d taken a step off the bridge, and now he was plummeting down into the deep waters with a gleeful scream. “I want this,” he insisted. “Fuck me, Billy. Please.”
“Your wish.” Billy sat up. Quinn reached out to stroke him, his hand touching Billy’s bare cock. Long, thick and dark with blood, it bobbed up to slap against Billy’s hard stomach. Billy ran his fingers down the length, showing it off. “Take a good long look. This is gonna be inside you.”
Quinn’s mouth went dry with anticipation. “Yes. Please. Hurry?”
Billy let out a half-growl, half-laugh. “There’s some supplies under your pillow. Lube and condoms. I’ve always been careful, but don’t ever trust anyone who says that, hear?”
While part of Quinn’s brain acknowledged the wisdom behind Billy’s words, the re
st of his mind was otherwise occupied. All that skin, Quinn thought, reacted, and reached out to touch. His fingers danced down Billy’s cock, marveling at the strength and resiliency of the organ. “I trust you.”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“No.” Quinn shook his head. “More than condoms. You…you won’t hurt me.”
“Not if I can help it. Not like the others.” Billy’s face hardened for a moment before he shook his head and the grin returned. “Bet you still remember the moves.”
“It’s been a while.”
“Doesn’t matter. This is just like riding a bike.”
“No training wheels?”
“Baby, you don’t need them.” Billy reached down to cup his cock, his stomach muscles rippling as he moved. The sight set Quinn’s heart to racing again. “Want to feel you put the condom on. Need to have your hands on me.”
Quinn raced to do as he’d been told. While the silky feel of Billy’s cock in his hands was a carnal pleasure that made his heart race, in a small place in the back of his mind, he was still afraid. That fear, though, was being drowned by the pure need to touch and be touched, to find comfort in Billy’s arms, to feel him pushing deep inside. He wanted to spread his legs wide for the man to come and fuck him. If that made him a slut, then he was a slut. He’d be the slut he had once been, and do it gladly.
“Please,” he whispered as he finished smoothing the condom onto Billy’s cock. “Inside me.”
“Almost there,” Billy soothed, reaching for the tube of lubricant and smoothing it on his sheathed cock. He squirted more into his palm. “Move for me, Quinn. Yeah, just like that. Open wide. Spread those legs. Let me between your knees. Just like I dreamed. Raise up—oh, baby, yeah, you remember how.”
Quinn closed his eyes as he felt Billy’s fingers probing his hole. He was tight enough for this to hurt, but he didn’t care. Billy was taking care of him. “Oh!”
“Man, you are tight. One finger.”
Quinn felt the digit moving inside him and couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.
“You want another?” Billy asked huskily.
Quinn struggled for control while caught in the middle of so much delight. “Yes,” he said after a pause. He could do this. “Two.”
“Yell at me if I hurt you.” Billy withdrew, then pushed in with two fingers. Quinn gasped. The intrusion burned, but he remembered the pain as a prequel to something so good. The feel of this small part of Billy inside him made him want to spread wider, to thrust down and get Billy deeper.
Billy’s fingers moved inside Quinn. “Found it,” Billy said triumphantly, and pressed down on Quinn’s prostate. Quinn almost came off the bed, his back arching up. “You like that. Knew you would.”
“More,” Quinn begged, his hand fisting in the covers. “Do it again. Please.”
“You talk so pretty.” Billy started up a slow massage, butting his fingers against the small lump deep within Quinn’s hole. He stroked and rubbed, each thrust driving Quinn just a little further out of his mind.
Quinn could barely think. When Billy added a third finger and began to scissor them apart, stretching him open, he let out a ragged scream of pleasure/pain. It hurt so much, but felt incredible. Good. God, so good. He began to writhe, desperate for more. With a jolt, he remembered how to relax and let his body open.
“That’s right. That’s the way.” Billy began thrusting his fingers in and out of Quinn’s ass. “This is nothing. Wait till you feel my cock.”
Oh, yes. God, yes. “Please,” Quinn said, voice shaking again. “Now. No waiting.”
Billy hesitated briefly and then acknowledged Quinn’s readiness. “Okay. Hang on.” He withdrew his fingers, wiping the wet and sticky lube off on his tangled blue sheet. Even though his hand was still a little slick, he used it to bring one of Quinn’s legs up over his shoulder. He rubbed a slippery line down Quinn’s calf. “Okay?”
Quinn managed to nod.
“Okay.” Billy lifted the other leg, balancing Quinn so that his ass was raised and fully exposed. He moved forward, and Quinn felt the pressure of Billy’s cockhead at his hole. “Now?”
Quinn nodded again.
Billy pushed. There was a brief moment in which the pain flared bright and hot, but then the head of his cock popped in and the searing heat faded to a glowing burn. A good pain. One Quinn had missed. He moaned, unable to speak, but wanting more.
Good thing Billy seemed able to read his mind—or just couldn’t wait any longer. He worked his way into Quinn, one inch at a time, letting out small grunts and hisses of pleasure, not stopping until his balls slapped against Quinn’s ass.
Holding them there, he asked, “Good?”
Quinn bobbed his head eagerly even as his eyes rolled back in his skull. It’d been so long since he’d been fucked. His body was going to burst with the bliss. Doesn’t matter if it’s wrong. I’ll deal with things later. Right now, I want to be fucked.
“Gonna move,” Billy warned. He withdrew in a slithery pull and then shoved back forward. Quinn yelled, but not from pain. He wanted this to go on forever.
Billy appeared to want the same thing. He thrust slowly in and out, each push building the pleasure spiral by spiral. The white-hot ecstasy made Quinn’s own cock start to fill again, jerking up until it lay flat against his belly. “So hot,” Billy rumbled. “Touch yourself.”
Quinn didn’t think his fingers could be that coordinated, but after a moment’s fumbling while Billy held still, he managed to grasp his dick. “Jerk it,” Billy ordered. “Hard. While I fuck you. Now.”
He pushed in and out, still slow at first, waiting for Quinn to find the rhythm. When Quinn’s hand was sliding up and down, his grip tight, drops of pre-come lubricating his fingers, Billy let out a noise of satisfaction and began to thrust hard, no holds barred.
Billy didn’t do anything by halves. The force of his fucking shoved Quinn backward an inch at a time, until his head was banging on the scarred wooden headboard on the bed. He could hear the ancient bedsprings they lay on screaming in protest, and someone moaning as if they were a cat in heat.
He realized that he was the one making the noise. So good, so hot, so fast. More, more, more…
Billy held onto Quinn’s legs with a death grip and thrust, his cock dragging over Quinn’s sweet spot, plunging home with each stroke. “Good,” he panted. “Fuck, yeah. Good.”
Quinn couldn’t answer. He was too caught up hanging on to the headboard to keep himself from battering his skull; too busy feeling the bolts of pleasure running through his own cock and the bliss of Billy’s prick in his ass. He was stuffed to bursting with Billy’s monster inside him, ready to explode—oh! Quinn let out a long, low wail as his orgasm hit, come streaming over his fingers and dripping onto his belly. The spasms squeezed all the muscles in his body and clamped down on Billy’s cock.
“Fuck!” Billy swore, thrust one more time, ground down and came. Quinn could tell by the way he quaked. No come spurting into his ass due to the condom, but almost as good. He squeezed again, bearing down hard, working Billy’s cock as if it were his own hand grasping the organ.
After a long moment, Billy shook his head. “Fuck,” he repeated himself, his voice sounding exhausted, but in a good way. Slowly, he began to pull out. Quinn protested with a low sound, to which Billy laughed wearily. “More later,” he promised. “You just about killed me. Gotta rest.”
Without the connection of cock in ass, Quinn felt unbearably empty. He lay still, sore and aching but wanting to go again right away. Beads of sweat ran down his skin, mixing with the come on his belly and running off into the sheets. “Billy…” he pleaded as the man dealt with his condom, not knowing what he was asking for.
“Shh, shh.” Billy lowered Quinn’s legs and kissed one thigh. “Hang on a second.” He eased himself off the bed and stumbled out into the hall. Quinn heard water running, and then Billy came back in with a wet hand towel. Rough, but not too hard, Billy sponged off Quinn’s stomach and c
leaned the lube from his ass. Then throwing the towel onto the floor, Billy lay back down beside Quinn, on his side, and dragged Quinn into a tight embrace.
“Yeah,” he murmured into Quinn’s hair. “Worth the wait. You’re a prize.” The edges of his red-tipped locks tickled Quinn’s face. When Quinn glanced up at them, they shone like rubies.
Quinn let his eyes shut one more time in pleasure. He’d deal with all the fallout tomorrow. He’d already done this, so he would enjoy the afterglow. It’d been years since someone had held him after pounding his ass into the mattress.
Felt so good. Felt like the bad old times were suddenly all right again.
He yawned. I’ll figure it all out tomorrow. Right now, I need to sleep…
“Rest,” Billy said, running his fingers down Quinn’s side. “I got you. Not going anywhere.”
Quinn nodded dozily. He felt himself slipping away into the arms of Morpheus as Billy held him close. Warmth and the feel of a heart beating lulled him into slumber, where there were no more questions but just dreams of being in the arms of someone who cared enough to hold him, even if only for a while.
It was the best sleep he had experienced in far, far too long.
Chapter Nine
Quinn woke with the odd sense of being where he wasn’t supposed to be. He squinted against the too-bright light of the sun dawning through an open window and unshuttered blinds, raised his hand to shield himself from the light…and remembered that his bedroom faced west.
Where then, was he?
Oh, God.
His mouth went dry as memories came rushing in. Melissa and her betrayal. Stumbling back home as a broken man, his head a jumbled mess. Falling into Billy’s arms. The way Billy had held him, comforted him…slept with him…
Quinn shut his eyes tightly, his face contorting into a grimace. Voices began to assault him from every corner of his memory. Guardians. Counselors. Others. How could you, Quentin? We taught you better. Man shall not lie with man. Transgression. Sin. Damnation.