Chapter 14 #2
“Stop,” I manage. “Stop talking.”
“Wh-what?”
I cross the room in three strides to get to him. Then, carefully, mindful of his injuries, I walk him back, back, back to the kitchen wall and cage him there between my arms.
“You are wrong, Ames,” I growl, low and rough.
“So wrong. The wrongest you’ve been in sixteen years.
More wrong than the time you said I’d look stunning with a buzz cut.
More wrong than the time you convinced me the best way to get in Erin Lessard’s pants was to tell her I was ‘emotionally open’ to touching below the waist.”
Ames sputters out a laugh, but his blue eyes are flame-hot and still look wary. The combination of concern, lust, and amusement hits me like strong liquor, warming my stomach and burning off my fear.
“I want you, Ames,” I go on softly. “I want to be with you. I’m not confused, and I’m not scared. Got it?”
“I…” He swallows hard. “Yes. But?—”
I shake my head firmly. “No buts. If you’re scared or confused, that’s fine.
I want to know it. But don’t pretend it’s me feeling those things.
Because I am really fucking tired of people telling me what I should want.
Especially since my best friend’s been trying to convince me for years that I’m allowed to want things and fight for them. ”
Ames is breathing fast and staring at me like he’s never seen me before.
His injured arm’s pressed to his chest, but the other holds the towel at his waist, clenching and unclenching nervously.
His pretty blue eyes dart around me, taking in my shoulders, the arms braced on either side of him, and the look on my face.
“I just… I don’t want you to… to regret?—”
“I know my own mind. What I need right now is to know how you feel.” I dip my head and run my nose along the line of his jaw. He smells so fucking good. Like clean, musky bodywash. Like Ames. Like arousal. “Not what you think is best for me.”
“I want you,” Ames admits. “Fuck, of course I do. I always have?—”
“Is that so?” I tease. “’Cause the way I heard it, not every gay man’s attracted to his straight best friend. ”
Ames thunks his head back against the wall so he can look me in the eye. “They’re not. But I am.” He licks his lips nervously. “I want you, Rob. I’m not strong enough to walk away from you a second time, but?—”
“Thank fuck,” I breathe, running my lips over the edge of his chin. His stubble prickles my skin, and I’m dimly aware that it should feel weird, but instead, it lights up some hidden part of my soul.
It’s a reminder that the person in my arms isn’t all candy floss softness I can break with my giant hands. It’s a reminder that he’s Ames.
I bite down gently on his bottom lip. His whole body bucks against mine, and he lets out a keening noise.
“Robbie. We can’t unring this bell,” Ames warns.
“Why the fuck would I want to unring it?” I kiss him soft and slow.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I want to learn.
I want to make you feel good. I’ve never regretted a single experience I’ve had with you since the day you sat down across from me in eighth grade and said, ‘What’s your story, new kid? ’ I can’t imagine starting now.”
Ames’s eyes are wide and yearning, and his breath hitches. “Ah, fuck. Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re gonna set some ground rules. Just to be sure that?—”
I shake my head slowly. He’s not understanding.
I drop to my knees and reach for his towel. “Ames. I need you to know I’m emotionally open to touching below the waist.”
Ames sputters with laughter, but his hand grips mine, holding me and the towel in place. “Okay, slow down. Like, way down. Rookies don’t start at second base?— ”
I palm his dick through the fabric, and he hisses. I lift an eyebrow in challenge. “Hardly a rookie, Coach. I’ve spent almost thirty years with a dick of my own, remember? I kinda know how they work.”
“Trust me when I tell you, it’s a little different with dicks that aren’t attached to your body.”
Honestly, I’m so happy Ames is agreeing, I’m not going to split hairs about this. In fact, I want to sing. Whatever way he’ll let me touch him, be with him, is okay with me. I’d be more than fine just kissing and holding him.
“Alright,” I agree like the easygoing person I am. I brace both palms on the hard planes of his stomach, holding him in place. His dick is already hard enough to tent the fabric, even before I lean in and plant a kiss right by his belly button that makes his breath catch. “What’s my first lesson?”
It takes him a minute to find his voice, but when he does, he’s pure Ames. “I get dibs on first turn.”
He tugs me to my feet and over to the couch, positioning me carefully so my ass is practically hanging off the cushions.
Slowly, carefully, he kneels between my legs.
It’s awkward with one arm tucked to his chest, but he manages, and the sight of him there—Ames Axford, on his knees for me—makes my breath catch.
I protest immediately. “Ames, you’re injured. You’re not even supposed to be showering alone. You can’t possibly?—”
“Robbie.” He shakes his head. “If you knew how often I’ve thought about doing this, you’d know that if I needed to sprout fucking wings and fly in order to suck your dick, I’d do it. I promise, I’ll be careful. Okay? ”
Oh. Oh. Shit. Hearing him say that, admit that… it’s a balm I hadn’t known I needed.
“Yeah,” I croak. “Okay.”
For a second, we just stare at each other. I can see the want in Ames’s eyes mixed with something that looks like disbelief, and I get it because I’m right there. I’m just so fucking lucky that after all he and I have shared, we get to share this too.
“You’re sure?” he asks quietly.
In answer, I shuck my shirt, work open my belt and the button of my jeans, then slide my pants and underwear off.
I’m already so hard it’s almost embarrassing, but the embarrassment fades quickly when I see Ames’s reaction.
“ Fuuuuck ,” he groans, staring at my cock like he’s finally solved the puzzle and National Treasure was right all along. “Look at you. Shit.”
My face heats. “Ames?—”
“No, I mean it.” He looks up at me, and there’s so much intensity in those blues, it sucks the breath out of my lungs. “You’re perfect, Rob.”
“You’re just saying that because?—”
“I’m about to suck your dick?” He grins up at me, wicked and bright. So fucking Ames that there’s no place for nerves here, only excitement. “Yeah, I am. Lucky you, finding someone who’s in your corner and will do that, huh?”
The comment startles a breathless laugh out of me, but before I can comment, he’s leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of my dick.
“Oh, fuck.” My head falls back against the couch. We just started, and I’m already so fucking here for this, I’m genuinely afraid this isn’t going to last long.
“Eyes right here, Robbie,” Ames orders, and my muscles obey instantly, tilting my head down again before I’ve had time to process the command. “Watch me do this. See exactly who’s on his knees for you.”
Like I could possibly forget ?
He licks me again, root to tip, this time swirling his tongue around the head, and I have to grip the cushions to keep from gripping his dark curls. “ Fuck ,” I mutter. “How is that so good?”
“I’m dedicated to my craft,” he teases. There’s just time for me to see his smile turn smug before he takes me into his mouth. Then it’s all wet heat and suction and his tongue doing things that make me lose the ability to form coherent sentences.
I’ve gotten plenty of blowjobs before. But this is different. Ames maps every inch of me like he’s committing it to memory. Like he’s planned this out. Like it’s not just about me and my pleasure; he’s enjoying every fucking second. Like he wants to know exactly how to make me fall apart.
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” I yell when he takes me deeper, all the way to the back of his throat, and swallows. “Ames, that’s— Oh, godddd.”
He hums around me, and the vibration makes my hips jerk. I can’t stop my hands from fisting in his curls.
He pulls back just long enough to laugh up at me and mutter, “Easy, baby”—which, spoiler, does not make anything easier—before taking me deep again.
I want to say… something. Like, tell him how he’s destroying me systematically. Like apologize because we could have had this for years , if I’d realized sooner that Ames was the center of my world and the rest was just trimming.
But when I open my mouth, all that comes out is a protracted moan.
I watch him because he told me to and because I can’t look away. His dark curls fall across his forehead. His cheeks are flushed. His eyes are closed in concentration and what I really hope isn’t discomfort. His lashes are dark against his cheeks. He’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
“Ames.” My voice is hushed and awed and wrecked. “Ames, I’m so close. I’m…”
Ames doesn’t pull off. Instead, he doubles down—because of course he fucking does—taking me deeper, working me with his tongue and his good hand.
When I feel pressure building at the base of my spine, I try one more time.
“Ames, I’m— Baby, fuck, I’m?—”
He moans around me and sucks harder, like there’s nothing he wants more than my cum, and that’s it. I’m gone. Done and dusted. I come so hard I see stars, so hard my whole body literally shakes , and Ames takes it all, swallowing around me until I’m boneless and spent.
When he finally pulls off, he sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his good hand. He’s grinning up at me, looking way too pleased with himself.
“Holy…” I take a breath and try again. “Holy shit .”
“And that, rookie, is how it’s done.”
I laugh—or give a breathless impersonation of one, anyway—and reach for him. When he sets his knee on the couch like he’s going to sit down, I redirect him so he’s straddling my lap. The towel’s long gone—left behind on the floor—and his hard cock is poking my abs, leaving a sticky trail.