21. Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-One
Tony carefully helped Bronx out of the tub and thoroughly dried his skin, then he used the towel on himself. After hanging up the towel he led Bronx back into the bedroom and right to the edge of the bed.
“Can you climb onto the bed for me?” Tony requested.
“Only if you’re joining me,” Bronx grinned.
“Would I be standing here with my cock pointing skyward if that wasn’t my plan?” he asked with a smirk.
Bronx moved first and Tony joined him in the center of Bronx’s enormous bed. They rolled onto their sides and faced each other on the same pillow, silly grins lighting both their faces.
Tony moved first and brushed his fingers across Bronx’s cheek and let them drift into the soft waves at his temple.
His strong fingers rubbed and combed their way over his scalp, being extremely careful to avoid touching the area of his incision.
When his fingers reached the spot where the short bristles of hair were growing in, Bronx flinched and opened his eyes.
“Careful,” Bronx warned in a breathy tone. “It’s still sensitive.”
“I’m sorry,” Tony said. He began to remove his hand but Bronx kept it in place with an easy pressure against his head.
Their eyes met and Bronx nearly drowned in the warm, serene pools of Tony’s gaze.
He’d seen the beauty of the tea-colored orbs up close and also in his dreams. The heat coming from Tony took his breath away every time.
“Does it hurt?” Tony questioned.
“I wouldn’t exactly call it pain but it doesn’t necessarily feel good, either,” Bronx tried to explain.
“It’s just a strange sensation, almost like a cold burn around the area of the incision which is also hypersensitive to anything touching it.
A soft, delicate touch can feel like someone is taking a wire brush to it.
Even easing a ball cap onto my head makes it tingle and buzz—and not in a good way.
At least the hair is finally growing back where they did the surgery.
“I probably shouldn’t be touching your head at all,” Tony said.
“It’s okay. I want to feel your hands on me,” Bronx admitted. “It’s comforting and it makes me feel somewhat . . . normal.”
“You’re getting close to being fully recovered,” Tony commented.
“I still have work to do before Dagger will let me back on stage with them again,” Bronx scoffed.
“I guess I understand his concern, with my equilibrium being fucked up but the doctors have assured me the dizziness should go away. Even still, Dagger is nervous I’ll face-plant on stage if I go back to work too soon.
Some days it feels like I’ve been recovering for a year already, instead of a month or so. ”
“You’ll get back onto that stage with them and I’m going to be right beside you cheering you on,” Tony said and smiled warmly. “The first time you perform will be fucking epic. It’ll make all the work in physical therapy worth it.”
“I can’t wait for that day to come,” Bronx sighed.
“And I’m going to be your biggest and most rabid fan,” Tony teased.
Bronx chuckled and ran his fingers down Tony’s muscled chest. “When you say things like that it makes me feel all . . .”
“Swoony?” Tony finished for him.
“Your word choice isn’t something I’d probably choose but it’s accurate,” Bronx admitted.
Tony slid his leg between Bronx’s and scooted him closer. “That’s how you make me feel,” he shrugged. “I absolutely get butterflies fluttering around in my stomach and it doesn’t even bother me to admit it because it’s the truth.”
“That’s really how you feel?” Bronx questioned as he allowed Tony to roll him onto his back with Tony mostly on top of his stretched-out form.
Tony licked at Bronx’s bottom lip and ground his thick erection against his thigh. “It’s okay if you’re not feeling it yet,” he whispered in between soft kisses. “I’ll just have to work harder at helping you get there.”
“I’m already there—have been for a while,” Bronx said and offered Tony a lop-sided grin. “I kinda figured my feelings were as obvious as the Space Needle you’re rubbing against my leg.”
Tony released a low and throaty laugh and notched his cock with Bronx’s. “What did your doctor say about having sex?” he asked.
“He told me to have as much as possible and that it would dramatically help expedite my recovery,” Bronx lied.
“Nice try, horn-dog,” Tony replied. “I know for a fact that is not what he said. I remember something more along the lines of ‘nothing too strenuous for the next few weeks.’”
“Okay, fine. Then we can at least give each other blowjobs,” Bronx suggested with hope ringing in his voice, but Tony shook his head.
“You’re not sucking my cock. The movement would put way too much pressure on your head and neck,” Tony explained.
“Only if you were planning on skull-fucking my face,” Bronx scoffed. “If you don’t go crazy on my mouth or throat it’ll be fine.”
“No way am I risking it,” Tony said. “But what I will do is slowly blow you instead. No thrusting or straining from you of any kind or I’ll have to stop.”
Bronx’s arms flopped onto the mattress on either side of his head. “Wow, you just systematically took all the romance out of this with that description and it makes you no fucking fun whatsoever!”
“There’s no way in hell I’m going to risk you getting hurt again,” Tony argued, “and just so you know, in the amount of time you’ve spent complaining about my more than generous offer, I could’ve already had your cock in my throat and you’d be halfway to a blissful release.”
“And what would you get out of that?” Bronx grumbled some more.
“The pleasure of getting you off,” he answered. “Plus, I’ll be jerking off while I make you come.”
Bronx growled in frustration. “This sucks! We finally have alone time and we’re both deliciously naked but you’re afraid of hurting me if we were to do any of the fun stuff.”
“Blowjobs aren’t fun for you?” Tony questioned with a raised brow.
“Of course they’re fun but . . . I was hoping for more .”
Tony ground his hips against Bronx’s. “Tell me what you really want.”
“Blowjobs that lead to your fingers in my hole working me open and then you sliding this perfect, girthy cock inside me,” Bronx detailed. “I want to feel you stretch me wide and ride me hard until I shoot my load all over myself and this bed.”
Tony dropped his forehead to Bronx’s chest and sighed loudly.
“Although I do love the sound of everything you just described, and we will get there one day, I promise, but it won’t be today.
” Tony pressed his lips to Bronx’s nipple and then proceeded to lick the nub before tugging it into his mouth with his teeth.
“Right now, I’m going to nudge you toward oblivion with nothing more than my tongue and mouth.
If you behave and don’t go too wild, I might even finger-fuck you while I bob on your gorgeous dick. ”
“Christ, just do it. I’m leaking like a faucet,” Bronx said. “I need to come—please.”
“Poor baby,” Tony said as he licked and nipped his way south toward Bronx’s groin. “But I do love hearing you beg for release.”
“Too much talking,” Bronx grumbled, “and not enough . . . suck-inggg, ohhh fuck.”
Tony wedged himself between Bronx’s legs, his shoulders holding Bronx’s thighs open.
His tongue licked up and down Bronx’s shaft then dragged over the tip to clean the pearls of pre-come from the slit.
Bronx gulped for air. His fists pulled at the fitted sheet.
Tony slipped lower and laved at Bronx’s heavy balls, lavishing attention on both before working his tongue around to tease his taint and then lower still until he reached his hole.
His licking was non-stop, using the flat plane of his tongue and then making a spear with the tip to push inside.
Above him, Bronx panted and gasped and slurred gibberish like it was his new personal language while Tony repeatedly took his cock to the back of his throat and eased his thumb inside Bronx’s hole.
The sexy gasps, grunts, and growls were music to Tony’s ears.
The sounds also urged him to deliver more and more pleasure until he knew Bronx was in jeopardy of losing his mind, along with his load.
Slowly and with great purpose, Tony took Bronx apart until he was a boneless heap on the bed.
His pleading chants were constant while Tony inched him closer to the finish line.
He licked, sucked, flicked, and swirled his way around Bronx’s groin until a low rumble began to grow louder in Bronx’s throat.
His balls drew up tight and Tony worked more urgently to give Bronx the release he was reaching for.
“Ohhh-ohh-YESSS!” Bronx shouted. His hips started to lift off the mattress until Tony’s big hand pressed them back down. He applied more suction just as the first hot blast of come hit the back of his tongue and kept on swallowing until he’d wrung Bronx dry.
Tony crawled up Bronx’s spent body and dragged his tongue across Bronx’s bottom lip. “Are you okay?” he asked a stunned Bronx. “I didn’t break you, did I?”
“No way. I’m just . . . so fucking . . . drained,” Bronx panted.
“I’m glad,” Tony said and came up to his knees to straddle Bronx’s hips.
He spit in his palm and began to stroke his weeping cock while Bronx continued to try and catch his breath.
He sped up his rhythm and tightened his fist and added his other hand to squeeze his balls a bit while he held Bronx’s heated gaze.
He was already so close to coming from having the taste of Bronx on is tongue, he knew it wouldn’t take long to get himself off.
Bronx lifted his head off the pile of pillows behind him.
His expression remained dazed but also mesmerized by Tony’s hand action.
“That is so fucking hot,” Bronx whispered. He placed his hands on Tony’s thighs and gripped the muscles.
A few strokes later, Tony went rigid with his hips jutting forward. Two quick strokes and he blew his load all over Bronx’s chest. Some even managed to hit Bronx’s whiskered chin.
“Holy shit!” Bronx exclaimed with a laugh. “That’s a lot of come. Someone’s been depriving himself for a while.”
“I was waiting until I could get off with you,” Tony said as he dropped down on top of Bronx. He wrapped his lips around the drips hanging from Bronx’s whiskered chin, swirled his tongue through the mess, and then shared a filthy kiss with Bronx.
“Mmm, that’s damn good,” Tony said. “Now I have the taste of both of us in my mouth.”
“It’s fucking delicious,” Bronx agreed. “I know we just took a bath, but I think we need to shower now.”
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Tony said. “I’ll go get it running and come back for you.”
“I’ll wait right here, mainly because I’m boneless and can’t move,” Bronx said while Tony laughed all the way to the bathroom.