Chapter 26
TRACHEAL INTUBATION
Johnny
Fuck, Taylor had freckles across his hole too. It was glorious, and Johnny kept pulling his mouth away just so he could admire it.
Johnny pinched the awful elephant tattoo on Taylor’s left arse cheek, his eyes trailing over his ballsack before he parted his lips and sucked them into his mouth.
Taylor panted over his thigh, mouth all the way open as a string of saliva ran onto the bedsheets. “Uh—ngh—you—fuck—” he moaned, pressing his sweaty forehead to Johnny’s knee.
In the last half an hour they’d learned two things.
One, that Taylor was a fucking prude when it came to talking about prep.
He’d turned a truly shocking shade of red when Johnny had fished out an old douche from his wardrobe and explained how to use it.
Johnny had practically died with laughter as Taylor shut the bathroom door and grumbled for the best part of ten minutes.
Second was that Taylor had an extremely sensitive rim, and every time Johnny ran his tongue around it, Taylor started whimpering.
Whimpering.
“You like that?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of Taylor’s thigh. He was rewarded with another soft moan and Taylor’s big hand reaching back to paw at his shoulder. “You’re so hot, Tay. Your hole, it… it’s getting so soft around my tongue.”
Pressing his nose along the soft skin of his perineum, Johnny inhaled the scent of his own saliva mixed with Taylor’s skin. He was quickly becoming addicted to sliding his tongue up and down the smooth path to his balls, revelling in the way Taylor pressed his clammy cheek to his thigh.
“Can I finger you?” Johnny whispered, rubbing the pad of his thumb around Taylor’s entrance.
Taylor’s Adam’s apple bobbed high in his throat, and Johnny felt his flesh pebble beneath his hands.
“I… Yeah,” Taylor said around a shaky breath. “But… what if I don’t like it?”
Johnny snorted, biting Taylor’s arse cheek. “Then I’ll stop.”
“But won’t you be disappointed?”
Tutting, Johnny reached around Taylor’s thigh and stroked his rigid cock. It gave a little twitch as pre-come leaked onto Johnny’s chest. “If it’s not your thing, then you should know that this is enough. You are enough.”
Taylor let out a shaky breath. “Okay. Yeah, okay, but… the lube… the lube in my bedside table is very out of date and… you probably wouldn’t like it.”
Johnny cocked an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“It’s omega scented.”
Johnny rolled his eyes and let out a breathy chuckle. “Of course it is.”
Sitting up, Taylor looked down at him over his shoulder. “Listen, we haven’t lived here for a long time and I—”
Johnny responded by opening his mouth and shoving his tongue deep into Taylor’s hole. It was hot and tight and Taylor let out a ragged cry as he collapsed onto all fours. Johnny pulled his mouth away, grinning at the flush that rose high on Taylor’s chest.
“I thought that might shut you up.”
“F-fuck you,” Taylor huffed, mouth falling open again as Johnny drew his thumb in a slow circle around his entrance. His fingers tightened across Johnny’s thighs, pale eyelashes fluttering as his eyes closed.
“Good?” Johnny whispered, sucking his thumb and returning it to Taylor’s entrance.
“Y-yeah,” he replied, stomach dipping as Johnny pressed the tip inside. Taylor tensed, the muscles in his back and legs pulling tight.
“Just relax,” Johnny cooed, pressing kisses to Taylor’s thighs. “And bear down a little.”
Letting out a breath, Taylor did as he was told, cock bobbing when Johnny rubbed his knuckle around his rim. Johnny smiled, admiring the way his hole opened as he pushed in deeper.
“You disappoint me in many ways, Tay. But sex is not one of them.”
Taylor half snorted, half sighed out a laugh. “That was the most back-handed compliment you’ve ever given me.”
Johnny hummed and kissed his balls. “What? Just trying to help you relax. I was only going to say that you’re really shit at remembering to put the recycling out.”
Taylor’s head dipped, his top lip peeling back as Johnny slowly withdrew his thumb and pressed the tip of his middle finger inside. God, he was tight, and the way his thick thighs twitched when Johnny pressed it in all the way made him want to leave his handprint across his arse.
“It’s… unnecessary… separating… plastic… cardboard,” Taylor panted, tipping his head up as Johnny slid his ring finger in alongside it.
“Gotta look after the planet,” Johnny muttered.
“Y-yeah,” Taylor moaned as Johnny crooked his fingers and rubbed. “T-turtles. Straws… in their… noses. Oh fuck.”
“Mhm, turtles,” Johnny confirmed, biting his lip as he pressed the heel of his palm into Taylor’s perineum. “And what about all those orangutans, huh?”
“Ngh—” Taylor’s breath was hot against Johnny’s knee, his stomach clenching the more Johnny rubbed. Finding his prostate in sixty-nine was pretty fucking easy, and he had Taylor’s cock twitching and dripping in no time.
“P-palm oil.”
“Mhm, exactly,” Johnny replied, forgetting just what the fuck they had been talking about.
Taylor cried out as Johnny slipped down between his legs and started licking the tip of his cock. He was rewarded with a steady stream of come dribbling into his mouth, making him feel like a guinea pig sucking on its water dispenser.
“Ah—ngh,” Taylor moaned, canting his hips so his cock ran all along Johnny’s throat. “Feels like… like I need to piss. But in a… in a really good way.”
Johnny smiled, nuzzling up onto Taylor’s knot. “That’s your prostate. Nice, right? But please don’t piss on my face. I know I’m a great best friend, but I’m not that great.”
The flush across Taylor’s chest darkened every single one of his freckles, and he arched his back as though chasing the feeling of Johnny’s fingers inside him. Johnny’s own hips surged upwards, his cock growing needy.
Taylor got the message when his dick slapped him across the face for a third time, and he wrenched Johnny’s knees apart, sucking him right down to the knot.
Opening his jaws even wider, Johnny let Taylor fuck his mouth with wet slaps, bruising his throat and awakening something feral in his wolf.
It was rough and messy and loud, and the point where the two single beds met was beginning to split through the sheer force of their rutting hips.
Johnny was sinking further between the two mattresses, his feet getting tangled in the old-fashioned valance sheets.
He pawed at the edge of the bed with his injured hand, but the fingers were still stiff and weak.
He tried to shout “Taylor! The bed! We’re falling!” but Taylor’s cock was stuffed so far down his throat that all that came out was “Ka—we—f—l—ngh!”
Taylor growled, sucking Johnny harder, clearly mistaking his cries for help as moans of passion.
Which they were, because somewhere between the threat of impending injury and Taylor’s tongue, Johnny’s orgasm hit like a freight train and all he could do was scrunch his eyes shut, try to pull out and hope for the fucking best.
Taylor moaned, deep in his throat, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through Johnny’s legs.
He spilled the first few spurts into Taylor’s throat, hell, he was so deep it probably bypassed his throat and went straight into his belly.
The rest went on his face and the thought did something wild to Johnny’s instincts.
Without even thinking he let go of the bed and wrapped an arm around Taylor’s body, holding him down to stop him getting away.
Taylor’s hips bucked hard, his insides clenching around Johnny’s fingers over and over again until his balls drew tight and he spilled onto Johnny’s tongue.
There was a whoosh of air, the shuck of wood on carpet, and suddenly Johnny’s back hit the floor. Taylor’s knees cracked hard on either side of his head, taking some of the other alpha’s weight, but it didn’t stop his cock from impaling Johnny’s throat like a tracheal intubation device.
“Fuck!” Taylor cried, ripping his cock out of Johnny’s mouth and shoving one of the beds away. “Oh my God!” he said, scrabbling to his knees and frantically touching Johnny’s face. “Are you alive? Dear God, please tell me I haven’t killed you.”
Johnny spluttered. “Not… not dead. Just severely winded.”
He patted Johnny’s chest, running his hands over his ribs and neck. “Are you sure?” he said, drawing level with Johnny’s face, eyes full of concern. “Fuck, JP. I could have broken your fucking jaw.”
Johnny coughed out a laugh, bringing his hand up to touch his mouth. It didn’t feel broken but his throat hurt like hell. “You’ve… uh… you’ve got something on your—” He laughed some more when he realised Taylor’s face was covered in come, some of it sticking to the lashes of his left eye.
“No, shit,” Taylor growled, swiping it away and blinking rapidly. “I think you’ve blinded me. It’s all blurry.”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “You blind. Anyway, you’re the one that nearly knocked my fucking teeth out.” He brought his hand up to his mouth again for dramatic effect. “I can actually taste blood, though.”
Taylor gasped and leant forwards, pulling Johnny’s mouth open to inspect his teeth. “Oh God, have I fucked up your—ouch!”
Taylor’s hand flew to his cock as he fell back against the side of the bed. “Oh God, I’m bleeding. My knot is bleeding.”
Johnny’s eyes went wide as he rocked onto his knees. “Let me see.” Pushing Taylor’s hand away he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there were only two small grazes on either side of his knot. He chuckled and poked the tip of his fang. “Whoops.”
Taylor’s mouth tipped open. “Whoops? What do you mean, whoops? You’ve maimed me!”
Johnny tutted, shoving Taylor’s shoulder to get him to lie on the floor. Straddling his legs, he let out a breath and examined it. “Tay, it’s really very minor.”
“Minor? If it’s so minor then why does it hurt like a bitch?”
Johnny grinned and rested an elbow on the floor next to Taylor’s head. “Want me to take you to the hospital, big guy?”
“And tell them what? That it’s sex induced?”
“Mhm. Or tell them you were trying to suck your own dick and got a bit carried away.”
Taylor’s lip twitched into a smile. “It’s not possible, I already tried.”
“Of course you have. But do you see what I mean? Terrible communication towards the end there and look what happened.”
Taylor scoffed, staring down at his cock like it was an injured puppy. “So what’re we gonna do?”
Johnny hummed, rocking back on his haunches. “I guess you’ll just have to think of me every time you take a piss. Or have a shower. Or a wank.” He grinned, which only made Taylor’s frown deepen.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
“Sadistic bastard. It’s a good job I love you.”
“Ha. Yeah, well I…” Johnny blinked. “What?”
Taylor made a show of inspecting his fingernails, his scowl morphing into a smug smile. “You heard me.”
Johnny’s chest grew tight, his heart beginning to hammer. Glancing up at the ceiling, he tried to act casual, but suddenly found himself gulping continuously, finding it difficult to look at Taylor, because if he looked he might see a lie in his eyes.
Taylor gripped his hips and gave him a little shake. “Are you having a seizure, JP?”
Johnny licked his lips. “That’s… that’s easy to say when you’ve just had your cocked sucked,” he said, voice coming out strained.
Taylor sat up. “What?” He wrapped his arms around Johnny’s chest.
“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, Tay.”
When Johnny finally looked down he found Taylor’s eyes studying his face. “Wow. I’m many things, JP, but I’m not cruel. Jesus.” He shifted his legs as though trying to shake Johnny off, but Johnny just gripped his nape and looked him in the eyes.
“I know that. But things get said in the heat of the moment, don’t they?”
“Oh yeah? And what things get said when someone nearly has their cock bitten off? Because it ain’t ‘I love you.’”
Johnny swallowed, closing his eyes as little sparks of unadulterated joy threatened to take over his whole body.
A weird tingly feeling started in his toes, tracking all the way up his legs and into the pit of his belly.
Taylor must have felt it too because the smile that spread across his face was brighter than the fucking sun.
“Yeah?” Johnny said, wrapping both arms around Taylor’s neck.
Taylor pushed up, still smiling as he nuzzled against Johnny’s scent gland. “Yeah.”
They moved the mattresses onto the floor after that, reasoning that it was probably best to avoid further injury.
The kids, to their credit, did stay outside for the majority of the night, only coming in to grab snacks and lemonade.
Not that it mattered, because despite Johnny’s best efforts to stay awake he simply could not keep his eyes open past ten o’clock.
He found that lying in their old bedroom with Taylor’s West Ham sheets and Johnny’s Indomitable Lions posters hanging above them gave him a surreal sense of wholeness.
As a teenager he’d lain awake so many nights listening to Taylor’s sleeping breaths, wishing he could just crawl into bed with him.
He wished he could tell his younger self about this moment, that one day they’d be curled together, hot and clammy, with no more secrets between them.
“Night,” Taylor whispered, kissing Johnny’s shoulder.
“Night,” he replied, already on the brink of sleep.
“My cock is fucking killing me.”