Chapter 10
Ten
Thomas
There’s something about the way Angelo’s face lights up as he opens the gift.
He laughs, pulling out a snowman bobblehead.
Then it’s my turn. I steal a pair of movie tickets, hoping that I’ll get to keep them by the time the game is over.
Maybe I can use the tickets as an excuse to invite Angelo along.
I place my hand on his thigh, liking the way his cheeks turn rosy from the attention.
We’ve both had a cup or two of cider, and my touches aren’t as careful anymore.
I inch my hand closer to his and lace our fingers together.
Angelo looks over at me, the game forgotten for a moment as our eyes meet.
For a moment I think he’s going to kiss me, but then the moment passes.
Someone steals my gift, dropping another unopened gift in my lap.
I rip open the wrapping paper to find a set of novelty socks with food drawings, pictures of pizza and sushi.
The game carries on, and, surprisingly, Angelo’s gift isn’t safe either. He winds up with a wineglass that reads “tears of my students.” It looks like I’m stuck with the socks. A few people laugh, and the party devolves into groups chattering around the room as people slowly trickle to the exit.
My arm is around Angelo’s waist when he turns to look at me. “We should probably get going.”
I nod, and we weave our way through the crowd with Angelo calling out goodbyes.
I don’t move my arm as we get to the porch, and Angelo doesn’t mention it.
Then we’re standing in front of his car, and Angelo licks his lower lip.
I’m so tempted to replace his tongue with my lips, but I manage to hold back.
He pulls away from me to get in the driver’s seat, and I get in on my side.
Angelo turns up the radio, and I hum along to the Christmas music pumping through the speakers.
It only takes a few minutes to get back to his place, and I’m debating ideas on how I can drag out this evening.
I’m not ready to say goodbye. I walk Angelo up to his door, and he hesitates, fidgeting with his keys before he looks at me.
His mouth opens, making the shape of ‘goodbye’, then my lips are on his. I’m not sure who closes the distance, but we’re kissing. Not a quick peck, but full-on heated tongue in mouth making out. Angelo’s hand goes to the nape of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss.
I grab his keys from his hand, unlocking the door and hoping I’m not misreading his signals.
Angelo grabs me by the wrist, pulling me into his house.
His hands are on me before the door closes and locks behind us.
Angelo slides his hands under my sweater, pulling it off as he continues kissing me.
I kick off my shoes, moving my hands to pull off his jacket.
It’s a bit of a pain that we’re wearing so many clothes.
It takes longer for us to undress each other than I’d like, but Angelo strips me down until I’m in just my T-shirt and my tented-out boxer-briefs.
He’s around the same state of undress, in just his shirt with his pants and underwear down around his thighs.
I drop to my knees before Angelo can take off the last bit of my clothing.
I can’t help it. I need a taste. My hands steady his body against the wall before I lick the tip of his cock.
“Sweet Jesus,” Angelo groans, his fingers twining into my hair to pull me closer.
I seal my lips around the head, sucking just enough to tease before I run my tongue around him.
Angelo’s grunts and moans are music to my ears.
Each sound I pull out of him makes me work harder to suck and bob on his length.
I slide a hand behind him to grab his ass, encouraging him to thrust deeper.
Angelo takes the hint, his hips moving on their own, making me gag. “God, feels so good,” he tells me.
I shove my boxer-briefs down to free my erection. I need to touch myself, or I’m going to explode.
“Wait.” Angelo’s grip tightens in my hair. “I wanna touch you.”
I stand up, and our eyes meet for a second before he’s kissing me again. His tongue sweeps over my lips, sliding in to replace where his cock was moments ago. “Couch?” I ask.
His hand wraps around my dick as some form of a response.
I bite my lip, trying to keep this from being over too soon.
I know it’s been too long since I’ve done this if a mere touch as me on the edge.
Angelo nods, mumbling “Yeah,” before he’s pulling off my shirt.
Then he stops touching me long enough to cross the room to the couch. I kick off my underwear and follow him.
Angelo gestures for me to sit down before he straddles my legs, facing me so our dicks are lined up. His hand goes around both of us, stroking with a firm grip. My head lulls back, resting on the back of the couch, and Angelo moves in to kiss my neck.
The whole thing is overwhelming. The silky smooth feel of his dick against mine. The tight grip of his hand as he works us over. The light kisses he places on my neck that send a spark down my spine. It’s really no surprise when I feel the telltale tightening of my balls. “I’m close,” I warn him.
Angelo moves his hand faster. He sucks on my pulse point. It’s too much. I’m coming. My seed covers both of us, but Angelo just seems to pick up more speed. His hand jerks us both off, and just as I’m starting to feel sensitive, he groans. His release mixes with mine, and Angelo goes still.
He collapses into me, resting his head on my chest with a heavy breath. We stay there, basking in the afterglow as I wrap my arm around him. “This …” I start, but I’m not sure where I’m going with it.
“Doesn’t have to change anything. Just two men having a bit of fun. Nothing serious, right?”
I recognize what he’s offering. An out.
“Nothing serious,” I agree. “But if you wanted a repeat, I’m not against it.”