Chapter 19 #2
He reached for the button on Thomas’s jeans, and when he wasn’t slapped away, he opened them, fumbling for the zip and working that open too. Thomas continued to glare down at him, a sneer pulling at the edges of his mouth as Scott pulled Thomas’s boxers down to join his jeans.
Thomas’s cock was snake-skin in appearance like the rest of him, but Scott spared the tattoo no thought. It was the thickness and the wet tip that had Scott biting his bottom lip and glancing up at Thomas for permission.
Thomas didn’t grant or deny it.
Scott shuffled closer until one of Thomas’s feet slid between his legs.
While keeping his hands in his lap, he reached out with his tongue to swipe the head of Thomas’s cock.
His taste was heavy, and heady, and Scott licked again, lapping at Thomas’s bobbing cock like he was desperate for the taste.
Thomas didn’t move away, but the snarl on his face intensified. He lifted his foot between Scott’s legs, tilting it from his heel until the back of his toes rested against Scott’s taint. Scott ground down on him, which lifted some of the anger from Thomas’s expression.
Thomas tilted his head, watching.
“This is a bad idea,” Thomas warned.
Scott leaned back. “Not from where I’m kneeling.”
He took hold of Thomas’s cock and brought his lips to the head.
Scott peppered kisses all over it, until his lips were sticky with precum and Thomas was restlessly shifting, cursing him out under his breath.
Scott licked his lips, then went back for more, teasing Thomas’s slit, which oozed a steady stream.
For someone so ‘anti-vanilla’, his cock leaked, clearly enthused by Scott’s attention even if Thomas’s furious expression said otherwise. Scott didn’t know if the look was for him, Thomas’s traitorous cock, or himself for not walking by and leaving like he’d said he would.
Scott sat back on his heels and opened his mouth up wide. It was Thomas’s for the taking, but he had to take it.
He had to admit he wanted Scott’s mouth.
“Fuck you…” Thomas growled. His fingers shook as he tangled them in Scott’s hair and pulled him back to his cock. “Fuck you for making me curious again…for making me want to know what this feels like.”
Scott took Thomas into his mouth all the way and began sucking. He lubed Thomas’s cock with his spit, sliding his mouth up and down Thomas’s length before bringing his hand into the action, pumping Thomas while tormenting the head of his cock with his tongue.
“I hate that it’s good,” Thomas hissed, growing even more irate. “I hate that your mouth feels like that. I hate that this is routine for you.”
He tightened his hold of Scott’s hair but didn’t pull him away.
“I hate that I’m not the first Thomas in your mouth.”
Scott lost his rhythm, spluttering when he swallowed and saliva and precum went down the wrong way. It was true, he wasn’t the first Thomas, and that hit Scott with a pang of sadness he couldn’t explain.
“I hate that everything you do to me you’ve done to at least a hundred other men.” Thomas took in a deep breath. “I hate that they’ve all felt what I’m feeling now.”
His thighs shook, and Scott gripped the back of them.
“And I hate that even knowing all that, I still want it. I still want this from you.” Thomas shook his head. “I should’ve walked past. I should’ve pushed you away.” He clenched his teeth. “I could right now… I could…”
He sounded less convinced the second time.
Scott took Thomas deep again, partly to shut him up, partly because he thought Thomas might talk himself out of being aroused, and Scott was desperate to give him something back.
He didn’t have a gag reflex; he could thrust his mouth at a cock, and it knew where it would go, sliding down his throat.
Thomas grunted as if the wind had been knocked out of him.
“Fuck…”
One word, one curse, but it filled Scott with confidence.
It didn’t hold a malicious tone, but an awed one as Scott jerked, and sucked, and stroked with his tongue.
And yes, it was well practiced, but he knew what he was doing, knew how to make Thomas soar.
He looked up at Thomas through his lashes, but Thomas shut his eyes not to see.
That severing of a connection wasn’t uncommon, but it was the first time it stuck a knife into Scott’s chest, the first time it made a fire ignite in his chest. Scott had been gazing up at Thomas when he’d blacked out, but Thomas wouldn’t look back at him for this.
That wasn’t fair.
“Coward,” Scott murmured, with his lips resting on Thomas’s crown.
Thomas’s eyes sprang open. Scott kept their eye contact going while kissing Thomas’s tip and speaking to him with his lips still caressing the skin. “At least have the decency to look at me while I give you the best orgasm of your life.”
Thomas’s brow twitched, and his savageness returned. “Surely not all of your clients want to watch.”
The majority did, but some didn’t; Scott didn’t know whether it was a weak attempt to hold back or whether they really were uncomfortable knowing it was him destroying their dicks with his mouth.
It didn’t matter; it ended the same.
“You’re not a client,” Scott replied.
Then he began sucking and licking with vigour, staring up at Thomas in challenge. Thomas didn’t look away, or close his eyes. He watched with his stoic mask intact until Scott managed to crack it down the middle.
It didn’t take long, even Thomas seemed surprised when Scott hollowed his cheeks and sucked him just right.
Thomas’s cock spasmed, shooting a wave of hot cum at the back of Scott’s mouth. He was ready for it and slowed the pace with his hand, gentled the harshness of his sucks, until it was only his rolling tongue getting the last drops of Thomas’s release.
Thomas’s fingers clenched and released in Scott’s hair over and over, then he let go to grip the counter behind himself. His thighs were trembling, and when he exhaled, it was shaky, and brittle. He averted his gaze, choosing to stare into the corner of the room while he panted.
Scott took Thomas from his mouth before he began twitching with oversensitivity, then sat back on his heels.
As soon as Thomas’s cock was free, Thomas shoved it into his boxers as he hastily pulled them up, then yanked his jeans to his hips.
“Was that…was that your first –”
Thomas brushed past, fixing his button, then yanked open a kitchen drawer. Scott pressed his lips in a firm line, waiting until Thomas turned to him before finishing his question. “– first blowjob?”
Thomas didn’t answer. His eye darted around the kitchen like a spooked animal.
“Thomas?”
Scott’s assurance that everything was alright died in his throat as Thomas dropped a twenty-pound note onto the floor.
It slipped against the tiles on the downdraft, hitting Scott’s knee.
For a few seconds, he stared at it, unable to respond, unable to do much except gawp at the purple-tinted face of the deceased queen.
“Are…are you serious right now?”
“That should cover my…misdemeanour.”
Scott picked up the note; it was crisp, as if brand new, and Scott stared at it, thinking about the relationship he had with sex and money.
There wasn’t one without the other.
He surged to his feet with his whole body protesting. It ached and throbbed, but he made it move to slam the note against Thomas’s chest, sending him back a step.
“Fuck you!”
It wasn’t an affectionate ‘fuck you’ like the times before; it was raging, and accompanied by hot tears, and trembling hands. His knees threatened to give out, and Thomas tried to grip his elbows to steady him, but Scott slapped him away.
“You bastard!”
Thomas attempted to pin Scott’s arms by his side, telling him to calm down, but it only enraged him further.
He broke out of Thomas’s hold, hurtling backwards until his hip caught the edge of the counter.
Tears tickled his cheeks, and he slapped them away, shaking his head.
Thomas’s eyes were heavy on him, but when Scott looked, Thomas averted his gaze.
“To think I missed you…” Scott grimaced at his voice, crackling, tinged with upset. “I missed you when I left Brixton… I’m an idiot.” He swallowed. “I’m getting my things and leaving –”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Scott glowered. “Oh, aren’t I?”
“No. You’re not.”
“Why not?”
Thomas lowered his head, but his voice remained hard. “You need to stay. You need to stay so I can fix this.”
“Fix what?”
“Whatever it is I just broke.”
Scott turned away. “I can’t… I can’t be around you right now.”
Thomas nodded. “Understandable, but don’t leave. I’ll give you space; I’ll lock myself away, but don’t go. I need to know you’re somewhere in the mansion, I need to know you’re still here.”
“Why?”
“I just do.”
“Fine,” Scott snapped. “I’ll stay. For tonight at least.”
Thomas slumped, shutting his eyes. “Thank you –”
“But only because I have nowhere else to go,” Scott said, needing to get a barb into Thomas somehow.
It was weak, pathetic even, but he needed to throw up some kind of defence. He needed his eyes to stop watering, and his bottom lip to stop quivering, and his voice to come out catty and normal, but he made do with the barb until he had his composure back to draw claws.