Chapter Nineteen #3
He was a panting, shivery mess. He couldn’t believe…
. Austin had known in theory that bottoming felt good for people.
But he hadn’t anticipated how all-encompassing it would be.
The stretch of his hole, the heat, weight, and girth of Joe’s cock inside, pressing against him, each bump against his prostate, the wet slick slide of skin, the sight and feeling of Joe between his thighs.
If Austin had known, maybe he’d have done this before today.
“Yeah, darling, that’s it,” Joe panted. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Austin tried to say, “so do you,” but Joe thrust back in at a new angle and pushed a long, high moan out of him instead.
Then again, Austin didn’t think it would have been as good with anyone else. Joe hungrily watched him, raking his eyes over Austin and responding to every twitch and sound Austin made, trying to get his thrusts just right to make it good.
“Yeah? Like that?”
“Yes,” Austin managed. “There. So, so good.” He arched his back again and pressed his hips up into Joe’s thrusts.
It felt too damned good. He turned his head, pressing his cheek into the table, trying to ground himself, to cool down, but each press of Joe’s cock had his head spinning, his cock jerking and drooling.
He pulled his hair and said something. He didn’t know what—he couldn’t hear himself over the pounding of his own blood.
His second orgasm caught him as off guard as the first.
Neither of them touched his dick, but Joe rolled his hips in several short, hard thrusts that rammed Austin’s prostate, and his muscles tightened and clamped tight around Joe’s dick.
His legs flexed and pulled Joe tight to him.
Austin’s cock blurted all over his stomach but didn’t go soft.
It stayed angry red, bumping his belly, as Joe fucked him through his spine-melting orgasm.
“Fuck, darling. Did you come again?”
Austin whimpered. He’d tightened enough that Joe’s cock felt bigger, thicker inside him, but no less delicious.
“Do you need me to stop?” Joe held himself still, trembling with the effort.
The thought of Joe thrusting was overwhelming, but the thought of him pulling out was unbearable.
“No.” He managed to make his mouth work for words. “I want you to come inside me.” He lifted his spaghetti arms to cup Joe’s flushed face. “Please, sweet thing?”
Joe’s hips were hitching before Austin could brace himself, and soon they were pressed together chest to chest while Joe chased his orgasm.
Austin wrapped his arms around his shoulders and dug his nails into Joe’s back and moaned.
Joe lost his steady rhythm, then pushed in hard and froze, and warmth filled Austin. Joe buried his face in Austin’s neck and his hips hitched and everything was so much wetter, and—God, Joe hadn’t grabbed a condom. His come was in Austin’s ass and leaking out of it. That was so hot.
Joe crumpled, panting against him. Austin stroked his hair and ignored his drooling hard cock pressed between their bellies.
Joe eventually pushed himself up so he hovered over Austin and kissed him, sloppy and sweet. Then he locked their gazes. “You’re still hard.”
“Yeah.” Austin’s voice cracked. His body had never done this before.
Joe kissed him again, then pulled his dick out in a slow, wet slide.
Austin whined.
Joe sat back between his thighs and moaned at what he saw. “Fuck, darling, you’re covered in it.” He swiped up some of the come leaking out and pushed it back in with two fingers.
Austin’s brain short-circuited. “Who—” He whimpered. “Whose fault is that?”
“Mine,” Joe growled. Then, before Austin could say anything else, he shoved his fingers against Austin’s prostate and swallowed his cock. The warm suction and unerring fingers brought Austin to one more brain-melting climax.
He lost control of his mouth and said… something while his hands clenched in Joe’s hair and his thighs tried to clamp around his ears.
When he came back to himself, Joe was watching him from his vantage point, his cheek pressed to Austin’s thigh and his fingers still in his ass.
Austin flushed red—or would have if he wasn’t already sex flushed. “What?”
“So,” Joe said, “you forgot to mention that your prostate is magical.”
Austin threw one limp arm over his face. “Can you forget to mention something you didn’t know?”
Even with his vision blocked, he could feel Joe’s eyes on him. A moment later Joe lifted his arm away from his face. His expression was unreadable. “Are you telling me,” he said quietly, “that you’ve never bottomed before and you let me fuck you on the kitchen table like an animal?”
“Let? I was there for the decision-making process,” Austin protested, salty. He had a bit more agency than that, thanks. He definitely remembered giving several key directions, all of which Joe had followed to the letter.
But then Joe’s expression went sharp and smug and—“Does that mean no one else ever made you come three times?”
God, he was going to be insufferable, but it was hard to be mad about it. “Nobody else is as good at following instructions as you.” Austin definitely deserved some of the credit.
Joe snorted. “I’ll take it.” He pursed his lips as he considered the tableau of Austin, the table, and three loads of come. “You did make kind of a mess, though.”
Now that Austin wasn’t taking all the credit for. “I had some help.”
Joe flushed as he trailed his eyes down Austin’s body—his dick wasn’t getting hard again without chemical intervention, no matter how that gaze made Austin feel—until it rested between Austin’s legs, at which point he seemed to realize he hadn’t just fucked Austin on their kitchen table, he’d fucked him raw.
“Jesus, uh—” He swallowed. “Guess we got a little carried away, but it’s—I’m so sorry, I promise I—”
Austin put him out of his misery. “Joe. I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess you were tested when you figured out Paul was cheating on you.”
Joe exhaled shakily. “Yeah, obviously. Right after and then again a couple months later.”
“And I’m gonna go a little farther out on that limb and say those test results were either negative of anything serious or you got treated for the clap or whatever—”
Joe flushed. “They were negative,” he muttered. “Jesus.”
“—because otherwise you would’ve told me about it before we fucked the first time. So we’re fine.” Because Austin was not going to say it was hot. Joe’s ego did not need any stroking at this point. “Other than someone’s gonna have to disinfect this table, and I think it should be you.”
“I think I have to peel you off it first,” Joe offered after a moment.
“Maybe get a towel,” Austin suggested, “’cause, like, if I stand up—” He was going to leave a trail all the way to the bathroom, was what he was getting at.
“Yeah, uh….” And then Joe bent and pressed his shoulder to Austin’s chest, grabbed his arm, and stood again, now with Austin slung over his shoulder. “Maybe I should just…?”
“Jesus,” Austin laughed. “You better not drop me.”
Joe didn’t drop him. He carried him all the way to the bathroom and deposited him in the shower, then retreated to resanctify the kitchen table before their come could become a permanent part of the finish.
Austin was debating whether to get out of the shower or plug the drain and sink into a relaxing bath when the curtain pulled back and Joe climbed in with him, half hard again.
“Keep that thing away from my ass.” Austin might’ve had a good time, but there were limits. But Joe just grinned and kissed him and then buried his face and his teeth in Austin’s neck, his cock rubbing between their bellies until he spilled between them.
Breathing hard, Austin fumbled one-handed to turn off the water, which was running lukewarm. “All right,” he said, “is this a side effect of that whole ‘taking it slow’ thing, or is this just, like, part of actual dating nobody told me about?”
“Fuck if I know,” Joe said without removing his head from Austin’s shoulder. “I definitely never made Paul do that three times in a row.”
Austin snorted and nudged him aside so he could grab their towels.
They dried off, and Austin stole one of Joe’s hoodies and a pair of pajama pants because he didn’t trust his legs to take him up the stairs.
Then he popped a couple Advil in anticipation of a new and interesting set of aches tomorrow and looked for something good on TV while Joe went to collect Pepa from Linda’s.
The kittens had been released from their breezeway prison and took their time inspecting the house, as if to make sure Joe and Austin hadn’t burned the place down in their exile, then lined up to greet Pepa and Joe at the door.
It was sweet. Domestic. Utterly ruinous too, to know life could be like this—fun and hot and overwhelmingly filthy sex, preceded by a nice family dinner and followed up with a shower and cuddling on the couch watching The Muppet Christmas Carol. Austin’s life had never been so full.
So naturally the peaceful evening was interrupted by frantic knocking at the front door.