Chapter 3 #3
“Your cock doesn’t seem to agree with your mouth.” Before Will can answer, Nate sinks to his knees. He pulls off Will’s boots and socks. His feet are large and elegant. Nate sniffs his way up until his face hovers over Will’s cock.
He wanted this for years, but not a single part of him believed he’d ever succeed. He leans down and opens his mouth to get the first taste of Will Thomas’s cock. It’s warmer than he expected, and the scent is manly and intoxicating.
Will’s breathing grows louder as Nate licks every part of his cock.
He doesn’t know if he’s good at this—he never had a cock in his mouth before—but he already loves it, feeling committed to doing it right.
He makes sure not to let his big teeth get in the way, but it’s not easy.
He swirls his tongue around Will’s crown, making sure to give extra care to his slit.
Will quivers on the couch, his head tilts back.
Every sound that leaves his mouth is undeniably sexy.
Nate raises Will’s undershirt to reveal his flat, smooth stomach.
A treasure trail leads from his navel down to his thick pubes.
He raises the shirt further, revealing those well-defined pecs.
The hair there is beautiful against the pale skin.
Will’s pink nipples are perfectly rounded and larger than average.
They’re slightly erect, as if inviting Nate to taste.
He slides the cock out of his mouth and pushes himself higher, bringing his head close to Will’s chest. He can feel him tensing, but Will’s silent acceptance remains.
With his hand still slowly stroking Will’s cock, Nate opens his mouth to take one of his nipples in his mouth.
There are a few hairs around it, but he almost doesn’t feel them once he gets the nipple wet.
He sucks slowly, feeling Will shift on the couch and puff his chest, his hips slightly rocking back and forth.
Nate can’t stop himself. He closes his teeth on the soft skin.
Will hisses, but he doesn’t ask to stop, so Nate bites and sucks harder.
He knows he’s doing a good job when the first drops of precum wet his hand. He lets go of the nipple and raises his hand to examine the slippery fluid.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like what I’m doing when you’re dripping right into my hand.”
Will watches through glassy eyes as Nate brings his hand forward. “Give yourself a taste.”
“No.” Will turns his head away.
Nate licks his hand instead, liking the slightly salty taste.
He wonders if Will’s actual cum would taste the same.
He lowers his head to suck again, causing Will to moan.
He works on the cock for a few minutes while squeezing those muscular pecs.
They fit his palms perfectly. He may be causing pain, but Will doesn’t protest.
It’s not like he doesn’t know what rough sex feels like after his years with Joel.
When Nate’s mouth grows tired, he raises his head to watch Will, who is still sitting with his eyes closed. “You could have had this years ago,” he says.
Will’s eyes shift restlessly behind his eyelids.
“Are you pretending that I’m Joel right now?” Nate asks. “Did he suck you off better than—”
Will sharply opens his eyes and shoves Nate back, making him land on his ass.
“Don’t fucking speak about him with me.”
Nate moves to stand, angry at himself for fucking up their moment with his big mouth. “Sorry.”
“Get out.”
“I said I was sorry!”
Will rubs his face, seemingly struggling to raise his hand. “Listen, I’m drunk, and I’m dizzy. I just want to sleep. Thank you for… whatever that was, but I want you to… just leave, okay?”
Nate won’t ever get a chance like this again—he’s sure of that. His sense of failure is crushing, and that makes him furious. Since he’s officially been kicked out, he dares to say, “I should talk about him as much as I want. It wasn’t me who was responsible for his death.”
Will looks away, his lips clamped tight. Nate takes a step forward, wondering how far he can push. “Joel was my best friend, and he died on your watch, when he needed your support. Now I can’t even fucking say his name? Look at me. Hey, look at me!”
But Will refuses, and Nate finds himself lifting his hand and slamming it against the side of Will’s head.
It lands harder than he intended, making his palm hot.
He’s about to apologize, but he notices that Will remains seated with his head bowed.
The drug might be making it hard for him to react, but it feels like there’s more going on.
Is this an opportunity?
Nate carefully holds Will’s chin and tilts his head to meet his gaze. He can’t even begin to understand all the emotions that circle in those green eyes, but among all of them, remorse shines the brightest.
“You know I’m telling the truth, right? His death was your fault.”
A single tear slides down his cheek.
Nate takes a breath. “What are we going to do about it?”
“I don’t understa—”
Nate slaps him again, positive that this time he’s going to get a different reaction, or at least a heated threat.
He gets nothing.
The look of acceptance remains, as if Nate’s actions are just, maybe even welcomed.
He has nothing to lose, so he goes all in, counting on his instincts and his ability to read this unexpected situation.
“We’re going to your bedroom now. I’m going to tie you down to the bed.
Look at me. I will help you, Will. I’ll be Joel’s vengeance, and you are going to be so grateful. ”
“That’s… a bad idea.”
“You won’t know until you try it. I might be the only person who understands what you really need.” He grabs Will’s hair, feeling such a rush it’s making his head spin. “Do we have a deal? Say it!”
“Yes!”
Before Will can change his mind, Nate pulls him up on his wobbly feet and drags him to the bedroom.