Chapter 7 DIEGO #2
“Yeah. The other night, he took me to this crazy expensive sushi place up on Mt. Washington where we watched the city light up as we ate. It was absolutely wild. I felt like a fucking princess.”
“Okay. Okay, fine. But you know what I’d do if I was you?”
“I bet you’re gonna tell me.”
“I’d really lay it on thick; reel him in. And then, when I had him all wound up super tight, I’d crush his meathead heart in my hands right before his eyes.”
“You’re a sick individual,” I told her. But with love.
She sighed. “Just give it a few months. At least.”
And seeing as I’d been telling myself the same thing all day—in spite of loving the fact that he was ready to jump in headfirst—I said, “Yeah. That’s smart. And fair. I got a little swept away.”
“I know. And it’s kinda nice to know you can still do that. I lost that capability somewhere in the last decade, I think.”
“A decade ago, you were sixteen.”
“Exactly.” She sighed. “I love you, though. You know that?”
“Yeah. I love you too. Now, tell me about your disaster of a love life, since I told you about mine.”
***
To keep my mind off Taran and his romance and his great dick on my days off, I bought an RPG I’d been eying for months and camped out on the couch with my Xbox.
I was six hours in when Taran showed up at five thirty with a brown paper bag full of clinking bottles, and set to work making incredible old fashioneds for us.
“Did you actually bring egg whites?” I turned my bartender’s eye on the perfect foam on top.
“Well, yeah. Is it an old fashioned if you don’t?”
“You’re wild.” I turned my attention back to the pain in the ass battle I was halfway through. “Have you beaten this yet?”
“This battle, yeah. This game, no. I forget why I got distracted from it, though, because I really like it.” He settled in beside me.
“Story of my life.” I paused it and set the controller aside. “Sorry.”
“No, go ahead. I like watching people play.”
I shot him a sideways look and sipped my drink. “Weird for an only child?”
“Not really. I was always kinda lonely as a little kid, so now I’d rather watch someone play than be alone all the time.”
“Oof; sad.” But I cracked a smile.
“Yeah, after I said it I was like, damn, dude. But really, we can do this instead of a movie.”
“You wanna put on your history podcast?” I asked as a compromise. He was really into this YouTube channel that always had historians talking about crazy shit; I actually got into one about Genghis Khan a few days ago.
He shook his head, though. “No. I wanna know which one of these characters you’re gonna romance. No vampire this time.”
So we talked about which characters in the game were the most fuckable, and whether I should take the dark path or the light path; as expected, he had a trouble going dark in video games. I laughed but admitted I did too.
I leaned against his arm at some point. God, he was always so warm, and he smelled so good. Probably just me associating his soap with sex at this point, but still, it was really nice. The urge to put aside the controller and crawl into his lap was mighty…
But no. No, I could resist. I could sit here and have a conversation about video game morality and not jump him. Because I was in control, and I was taking it slow.
I should tell him that, actually. Fuck.
“You okay?” He asked, after I died in the same fight for the fifth time.
“I can’t figure out the boss’s attack pattern,” I complained.
“No. I just mean, you seem a little tense.”
I shrugged. “I’m good.”
He leaned over and kissed my temple, then nuzzled my hair with his forehead. “You sure?”
His breath on my skin sent heat crawling up into my cheeks. And down into my dick. I was usually half-hard when he was around, anyhow, but the second he focused his attention on me…
“Because you don’t seem sure.”
“I’m sure.” But I smiled. Funny, how I’d been so sure he didn’t know me for so long. And now look at him after barely a month of hanging out regularly as adults.
“I’m pretty good at relieving tension,” he whispered, then laughed.
I paused the game again and turned my face up and over to kiss him. I mean, honestly, I wasn’t made of stone.
His pretty lips slid over mine and found a good position, then parted. His tongue slipped past my front teeth to curl upward, tickling the roof of my mouth right behind them. He leaned into me, and I slid my near arm around his neck, the controller forgotten in the other hand in my lap.
“Mmmm,” I hummed, just enjoying the way he made my skin feel electrified, my cock and balls heavy against my fly, with just a kiss. I closed my lips and said into his, “I can play the game later."
"No," he said with a silent laugh. “You keep playing. Just relax.”
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, but he kissed me again, this time sharp and hard. I melted into it, but he pulled away too quickly, pushing off the back of the couch to sit at the edge. His mouth was all pink from kissing, wet and smiling like he knew the dirtiest secret in the world.
I laughed. “What are you doing?”
He slipped off the couch, onto his knees, then leaned both his arms on mine.
The look he gave me over the rim of his dark glasses was so intense, I thought my face was gonna burst into flames.
I let my knees fall apart in a silent invitation—I couldn’t think of any words, for once in my damn life—and he took it, slipping between them and pushing them wider.
Then he leaned forward, untucking my white tank top and pushing it upward, then burying his face in my belly.
He licked around my navel, then sucked right above it, fingers pulling at my button, then my zipper. “Can I?” he murmured into my rapidly heating skin.
“Fuck yes, you can,” I huffed, laughing.
He chuckled too, hot puffs of air against my belly. Then he unzipped my jeans and pulled the fly wide apart, so he could get his face in there. He mouthed my bulge as it stretched the cotton of my shorts tight, breathed hot on it, nuzzled it.
I ran one hand through his dark hair. “You came in hot, huh?”
“Very.” He sat up and took off his glasses.
I set them on the end table, and when I looked back at him, he handed me the controller. “Go ahead,” he said.
“You want me to keep playing my game while you suck my dick?” I was grinning so hard. Holy shit.
He nodded, grinning right back, and pulled at my jeans. “Long as you don’t mind playing without pants.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I said, lifting my ass so he could pull them and then my shorts down. We resituated to get them off, my prick standing dark and hard against the white of my tank top, and he buried his face between my legs.
He started with my balls, which had me sliding farther down in the seat, opening up.
He sucked one, then the other, getting them good and wet.
I unpaused the game while he worked, trying to figure out how to manage a boss battle while he had my balls in his mouth.
He gave a little hum, like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and my prick jumped impatiently.
I gave up on the boss fight and went back to an earlier save. I hadn’t brought the right gear for the fight, anyhow. Goddamn.
His hair brushed my prick as he pulled back slightly, so he could look up through those thick, black eyelashes. “You good?”
“Never been fuckin’ better,” I assured him.
His lips were shiny with spit. He smiled and ducked his head again, then ran the tip of his tongue over my cockhead, toying with the hole, then circling it like he had my navel.
I squirmed and tore my eyes off his pretty fucking mouth and my desperate fucking cock somehow.
Maybe I’d last more than two seconds this way, because something about this whole scenario had me dripping.
On the screen, I managed to choose which characters I’d be taking with me, then where on the map I wanted to go.
I picked an encounter I’d already beaten, because like fuck I was gonna—
I gasped as he took me all the way in, then shook his head slightly like he was trying to wedge my cock tighter in the back of his throat. I rocked up into him, bracing myself with one hand on the couch. “Fuck, Taran. You’re a real guy’s guy, you know that?”
Video games and deep-throating at the same time? God, why was he perfect?
His response was to slowly, almost carefully, suck his way back to my dickhead, then apply his hand to my spit-slick balls. His other hand pushed up under my shirt, found my tit, and rubbed a thumb over my nip until it was diamond-hard.
I squirmed some more, biting back a moan.
Jesus, I couldn’t lose it this fast. No way.
I had to make this last somehow. I gripped the controller again and started the new fight.
Working slowly, he treated my cock like a rapidly melting popsicle, licking and sucking like he didn’t want to miss a drop.
At the same time, he rolled my balls in one hand and toyed with my nip with the other.
Fucking impressive, keeping all that going, but his careful rhythm was intentional, deep, hungry.
When I felt that pleasure circuit he created snapping shut on me, I hit pause and watched him instead of the screen. He went all the way down on me, and this time he stayed there, drool slipping out the corners of his mouth as he swallowed around me.
I gave a moan that came from all the way down deep, straight up earth-shaking, and tilted my hips upward to fuck his throat a little.
He slid back up just as slowly, and then, to my surprise, popped me out of his mouth.
My cock swayed there, wet and pulsing and desperate.
I made another sound, this one closer to a whimper.
“Jesus Christ, babe…” But the words weren’t wording, and he let the faint stubble on his cheek rub against my shaft just enough that I shivered.
My cock dribbled, my balls tightened, and I squirmed yet again.