Chapter 12 #3
It’s amusing watching Will trying to put the guitar in his lap while his erection gets in the way. He ends up leaning back on the couch so that the guitar can rest on his stomach, but that pulls up his boxers, and now Owen can see his crown poking out from the side.
“Sorry,” Will mumbles.
Before he can try again to adjust himself, Owen says, “It’s fine. Let it do its thing.”
“Its thing?” Will shakes his head. “You’re something else, Owen.”
“A good something else?”
“No complaints here.”
“What will you play?”
“Hmm, you know Fast Car by Tracy Chapman?”
“Will Thomas, you truly are gay!”
“Wasn’t our kiss enough to convince you?”
“It was a strong indication, I admit. You know all the lyrics?”
“Yeah, but I’m just playing, not singing.”
“Oh, right.”
They lock eyes for a long moment, then Will nods as if he’s made a decision. “I can sing, but it will help if you don’t look at me when I start.”
Owen’s eyes slip down to where Will’s crown still pokes from the gap at the side of his boxers. “I can find something else to look at.”
Will smirks. “Okay. But I’m rusty, so don’t expect much.”
“We are keeping our expectations in check.”
“Who are we…? Oh.” Will’s cock stirs inside the boxers.
He starts to play, and Owen holds his breath in anticipation, only breathing when Will sings, “You got a fast car. I want a ticket to anywhere…”
Owen closes his eyes as they begin to sting.
The way Will sings, it almost feels as though he was the one who wrote the song.
The longing in his voice to be somewhere else is raw and heartfelt.
Owen manages not to look at Will’s face for the first part of the song, then he slowly raises his eyes, mesmerized at the sight of the most handsome man he’s ever kissed singing just for him.
Will’s eyes are closed, his fingers elegantly strumming over the strings.
He finishes singing with the words, “You got a fast car… is it fast enough so you can fly away? You gotta make a decision, leave tonight or live and die this way.” He continues to play the final chords, then he opens his eyes and frowns. “Hey, you okay?”
Owen wipes the tears from his cheeks. “Sorry. I’m fine.”
Will places the guitar on the couch, then reaches to stroke Owen’s cheek. “It’s a sad song.”
The way Will sang it wasn’t just sad—it was tragic. Owen slides closer and lowers his head on Will’s knee, wrapping his arms around his leg. “Thank you.”
Will places his hand on Owen’s head, stroking gently.
“Do you really hate this town so much?”
Will sighs. “I hate the memories that hide everywhere I go and the people who refuse to move on. I had a great childhood here, even though I couldn’t be openly gay.
Later, when I had my first—and last—boyfriend, it was even better with Joel, but then it all fell apart.
I haven’t been truly happy here since then. ”
Owen knows he has no blame in the way this town has treated Will, but he still somehow feels guilty, maybe because he likes living here and he likes the people.
“Would you be willing to talk about your ex?”
Will tenses—Owen can sense it by his leg alone. “It’s not the kind of thing you and I should talk about this evening. But when I do share it with you, I’ll be honest. You have my word.”
“I believe you.” He kisses Will’s knee. “I really like your legs.” He runs his palms over the tight calf, enjoying the light-brown hairs. Will’s crotch is very close to Owen’s face, but the crown is back hiding in the boxers. “Can I slide closer to your cock?”
“If you want to.”
“Of course I do, but do you?” He knows that someone like Will, with very limited sexual experience with anyone other than his ex, might be taken aback by Owen’s openness, so he’d rather be careful instead of assuming things.
“I appreciate you asking,” Will says, sounding like this is important to him.
“I know you haven’t done this much with other men, so we can take it as slow as you want.”
Once more, Will tenses, the reaction strange enough to make Owen raise his head. “What is it?”
Will’s eyes seem distant. “I’m not as pure as you think, Owen.”
“What does that mean?”
Will looks away. “Just that you shouldn’t assume things. We all have a past.”
Owen thinks of his own past, of getting so high he couldn’t remember his own name, of going down on people in restrooms for money and drugs, and very recently—of killing a man in a dark alley before leaving his body behind. “I’m also not pure.”
Will gives a small smile and strokes Owen’s cheek. “Quite the pair we are.”
“Quite. I’m going to say hello to your cock now, okay? To present myself properly.”
Will nods. “I’d like that. Mind giving me your shirt?”
“You want to wear it?”
“I want it to stop covering what I’ve been waiting to see since you first walked into Rodie’s, but only if you’re comfortable.”
Owen rises on his knees between Will’s legs. “Take it off me.”
Will leans forward and holds the bottom of Owen’s shirt, slowly raising it until it slips past Owen’s head.
“I hope you didn’t expect Will Thomas’s level of physique,” Owen says, self-conscious even though he’s not shy about his looks.
Will’s eyes dart across Owen’s exposed chest and stomach. “You’re a damn pleasing sight, Owen. May I touch?”
“With me you don’t need to ask; the answer will be yes.”
“I don’t want to assume.”
He takes Will’s hand and places it on his chest. “Assume.”
Warm fingers slide across Owen’s skin. “You’re so smooth.”
“Do you like it?”
“I do.”
“Can I say hello to your cock now?”
Will leans back, spreading his legs further.
He’s hard again, his crown and part of his shaft poking out from the boxers.
Owen sits with his legs crossed, sliding closer to rest his cheek on Will’s warm and mostly smooth thigh.
Being so close allows him to smell the muskiness coming from Will’s crotch.
He inhales deeply, letting the scent swim through his nose and caress his brain.
“Should I go for a quick shower?” Will asks.
“Only if you want me to cry again.”
“I guess that’s a no.”
Owen inhales again, then decides it’s time to make Will see heaven. He slides his tongue out and gives a quick lick to the tip of his cock. As expected, Will shivers.
Hold tight, baby.
With every brush of his tongue, Will’s erection grows until most of his cock is out of the boxers.
It’s big and thick, elegant and not too veiny.
Owen parts his lips to take the cock into his mouth, using his tongue to circle the sensitive skin.
He slides his fingers through the other side of the boxers to find Will’s hefty balls.
There’s barely any hair on them, and what’s there is soft and nice to the touch.
On the couch, Will is breathing fast, mumbling things that aren’t quite words yet might as well be poetry.
The feeling of the thick cock inside his mouth makes Owen’s own cock press hard against his jeans, but he loves the subtle pain. He slides his mouth further down, his nose tickled by soft pubic hair.
“Owen… damn, that feels so good.”
With his mouth and right hand occupied, that leaves his left hand free.
He reaches for Will’s chest, pinching his nipple and tugging it.
It’s a challenge to concentrate between three different activities, making Owen feel like a sex octopus.
Will squirms on the couch, rocking his hips back and forth.
“Jesus, Owen.”
He moves to pinch Will’s other nipple while starting to taste his precum. His own precum is dripping in his underwear.
Will takes Owen’s hand from his chest and moves it to his lips.
He sucks on his fingers as he continues to moan.
The feeling of his hot throat is making it hard for Owen to concentrate.
He refocuses himself and sucks harder, challenging his gag reflex.
With his right hand, he firmly massages the warm skin between Will’s balls and his crack, careful not to reach too low even though he’s tempted.
Will lets out what can only be described as a breathless squeal. His legs shake and his toes curl. He slides Owen’s fingers out of his mouth to say, “I can’t hold it any longer.”
Owen raises his head. “Come in my mouth, okay?”
“You sure?”
“Positive.” Owen slides Will’s cock back into his mouth, sucking with everything he’s got while still massaging the skin beneath Will’s balls.
Between the moans, growls, and occasional whimper, Will mumbles, “It feels so good. I’m so close. I… Owen, I’m about to… I’m… I’m…”
Years of experience have barely prepared Owen for the amount of cum that floods his mouth.
Still, he swallows it all, holding firmly to Will’s warm balls until nothing more is coming out.
He raises his head and wipes his lips, smiling at the sight of Will sprawled on the couch.
His head is hanging on his chest as if he’s drunk.
Owen remains quiet, waiting patiently for Will to land back on earth. He hopes the romantic side of him won’t disappear now that he has climaxed. He knows it can happen.
Will slowly opens his eyes, a dreamy smile on his lips. Owen is surprised when Will slips to the floor, standing on his knees in front of him. Before he can speak, he’s being pulled into a hug. He wraps his arms around Will’s broad back, resting his head on his shoulder. “You okay?”
Will breathes against Owen, his chest hair tickling. “I think I saw God for a moment.”
“What was she wearing?”
Will laughs. He leans back to hold Owen’s face. “Would I be out of line to invite you to spend the night?”
“I’d love that, but I’ll need to call my aunt first.”
Will’s lips twitch as if he has an unpleasant thought. “Just don’t tell her you’re staying here, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I should go grab a shower in the meantime.”
“Not without me.”
Will smiles. “I’ll wait, but I really need to pee.”
“That you can do solo. I do not have that kink.”
Once Will is in the bathroom, Owen goes to make a call from the corded phone in the kitchen. His aunt answers with the TV playing in the background. She likes those silly gameshows. “Yes?”
“It’s me.”
“How was the book club?”
“It was… incredible.”
He can almost hear her smile. “So, you weren’t there alone?”
“No, it was packed actually. People loved it. Um, listen. I’m going to stay out tonight. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
“And where will you be spending the night?”
He swallows, reminding himself he is talking with a police officer who can detect crap. “I’ll be with a man. He’s very nice.”
“Owen.”
“I’m safe, and I really need this, okay? I’ll call you in the morning. Promise.”
“Are you still in town?”
“No. He’s not from around here, but it’s less than an hour’s drive. He picked me up after the book club.”
She sighs. “You’re an adult, but this is not Kansas City.”
“I know, and I’m being careful. Talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“First thing in the morning. Don’t get pregnant.”
He hangs up as he hears the water flushing in the toilet. With that out of the way, he walks to the bathroom. Will has started the water in the bathtub, but he still hasn’t gotten in. The light in the room is golden and rather dim.
“Will, your ass.”
He turns to face Owen. “What about it?”
“It’s perfect. No more pants for you, mister.”
Will smiles. “I’ll consider it. Did you speak with your aunt?”
“Yes. We’re good.”
“Okay. Shall we?”
Since Owen is the only one still wearing pants and underwear, it means he needs to get naked. With Will watching, he unzips his jeans and lets them fall on the floor, then he pulls down his underwear. He wasn’t hard a minute ago, but he is now.
Will nods his approval. “Another part of you that’s beautiful.”
“Thank you.” He’s not as big as Will, but like the rest of his body, his cock is long and lean.
Will steps into the shower first, waiting for Owen to join him before he pulls the yellow curtain behind them.
Steam rises even though the water isn’t too hot.
It feels like they are secluded from the world in this small space.
The showerhead is above Will, who takes a step back to let the water fall over his head and face.
If Owen could stop a moment in time and have it play again and again in his head, it would be this one, of witnessing this gorgeous man under the stream, his hands sliding up and down his body.
“Switch?” Will asks.
They carefully do. Owen’s erection brushes against Will’s thigh, sending electricity through his groin.
He stands with his back to Will as he washes his face and chest, aware of the man’s eyes on him.
He lowers his hands and washes his ass, spreading his cheeks until he feels the water flowing over his entrance.
“May I eat you out, Owen?”
He barely hears Will’s voice through the current, so he hopes he got the words right. “Yes.”
Will goes down on his knees behind him, his strong hands grabbing his ass cheeks firmly and spreading them open.
Owen places his hands on the tiles a second before his senses come alive with intense pleasure.
Will isn’t holding back as his tongue and lips devour Owen’s hole like a convict’s last meal.
His beard somehow makes the feeling more intense.
Now it’s Owen’s turn to moan and pant, his legs shaking and his heart racing in his chest. He pushes his hips back, gasping loudly as the tip of Will’s tongue breaches him.
Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out.
Will reaches with his right hand around Owen to stroke his cock, while his left hand slides between his legs to tug at his balls.
Not fair, Owen thinks. At least you got to sit.
It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for Owen to say that he’s about to shoot. Will’s tongue works harder, as does his hand that firmly strokes. Owen shoots on the tile with a cry of pleasure, his whole body shaking as the last drops leave his body and wash down the drain.
Will rises to his feet and hugs Owen from behind, the current falling on their heads. “I also know a trick or two.”
“That wasn’t a trick, Will—it was a whole magic show.”
They stay there for a few minutes, Owen wrapped in Will’s strong arms, his head leaning back against his shoulder. They soap each other thoroughly, then wash again before drying off.
They discuss what to make for dinner while both remain naked. It feels as though they’ve been intimate with each other for much longer than a single evening.
This feels right, Owen thinks as he sits on the couch, watching Will cutting a salad with his meaty ass on full display.
At the back of his mind, there’s an irritating voice reminding him that there is still a lot he doesn’t know about this man, and some of it isn’t going to be pretty. But there is nothing he can do about it now, so he puts his doubts to rest and continues to stare at that wonderful ass.