14. Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
Aras
U p close and personal, Dane was even more impressive than Aras had expected. Aras wasn’t a throat goat or anything as a rule, but just having Dane’s shaft in his mouth was making him harder, and every time he got a taste of precum glancing across his tongue, his balls pulled up higher, like he was priming the pump. If he came just from sucking Dane off…well, it would be a new experience, so who the hell knew how he would feel about it, but he couldn’t imagine anything other than embarrassment.
When he pulled back off the shaft, his throat relaxing, Aras didn’t let himself completely slip off. He wanted Dane to enjoy himself. If pulling off to ask a question had been the wrong choice, then he could happily keep the tip in his mouth, massage it with his tongue while he caught his breath and prepared to go deeper once again.
One hand reached up and massaged Dane’s balls, rolling them back and forth with the slightest pressure he could manage. He reached down with his other, stroking himself, rubbing his fingertip over his slit and down to the base as he swallowed back Dane once more, working him over with tongue and lips and throat. A good blow job was not a natural, easy experience, and Aras knew it. So he put in the effort, keeping track of everything as best he could while still riding his own high.
“Stop. Stop.” Dane gasped it out breathlessly, reaching a hand down to Aras’s shoulder. Had this gone wrong so fast?
Aras pulled off and caught himself before he started chewing the inside of his cheek.
Dane blew out a long breath…then reached down under Aras’s arms and guided him to his feet, then onto the bed. He leaned in close and whispered, “When was the last time you sixty-nined?”
Aras’s belly flipped and he couldn’t keep all of this straight. Not that anything about this experience was straight . Had this not been a fuck up? Or was Dane being diplomatic somehow? Aras’s brain spun, but his cock throbbed with animal intent, overriding most of his thoughts. “I…probably college?”
“Yeah. Been a while for me too. Always seems like a pretty adolescent way to get off.” He shifted so he was facing away, showing off his pale, pert ass. He grinned over his shoulder at Aras. “But I really can’t stand not blowing you anymore. If we’re going to do this, you know?”
Before Aras could respond, heat and lightning enveloped his shaft. Dane had taken him down in a single gulp and finally, every single thought fled from Aras’s mind. He saw Dane’s cock in front of him. The height difference was real, but he could lean his head up on a pillow and get to it. Deep throating was out of the question…and then the question slipped away too. All Aras had in him was a desire to taste Dane, to lick the precum from his tip and feel that hardness against his tongue.
His head spun as he sucked and was sucked. All the while, he had an up-close view of Dane’s taint and ass. He had just enough conscious thought left to realize he wouldn’t always consider that a good thing…but it was a damn fine ass. The kind that invited just as much attention as his cock. Whenever Dane would lean in a little, taking Aras farther into his mouth, his cheeks would spread enough to show his hole. Smooth. Tight. Pink.
Aras didn’t even realize he’d reached up until he saw hands pressing into Dane’s cheeks, pulling them apart to apparently give himself a better view. Dane moaned around his cock, hot breath and pressure washing across too-sensitive skin. Aras wouldn’t last long, and he knew it. They probably both knew it.
Dane’s cock pulsed in his mouth and Aras watched his hole pucker, then loosen. His taint spasmed. Then he tasted musk across his tongue, coating the insides of his cheeks. As the flavor of Dane’s cumshot washed over every other sensation, his balls pulled up higher. He opened his mouth to try and warn Dane, but it came out garbled. His mouth was full, after all.
Heat. Lightning. Pressure. They all rose up his shaft. He held back as long as he could, a few seconds that stretched into eternity, before the dam finally broke and he sprayed out, his cock twitching and balls pulling up tight against his body. Every inch of his skin tingled, and if he could have, he’d have gone back in time and taken off his shirt. The fabric against his nipples quickly grew nigh-unbearable. He could feel every single hair, could taste the cum on the air and smell sex and hear the almost silent hum of the air conditioning next door. He was always cold. AC didn’t come on in ninety percent of his hotel visits.
Dane pulled out, and Aras hated how much he hated that. It felt oddly empty and lonely, now that he was left only with the memory of stretching his jaw, feeling Dane in his throat, sniffing the mix of sweat and soap from his bush. It was absolutely idiotic to be so worked up or attached to what amounted to a random workplace fling.
I’ve had a hell of a lot worse random workplace flings.
Dane stood, still naked from the waist down, then turned so he was fully exposed. Even as he was softening, foreskin sliding to cover his head once again, he was god damn impressive. Or Aras was deep in the throes of afterglow. Probably both .
Dane sighed. “You are…I don’t know how appropriate it is to compliment talent on a show for how good he sucks dick, but I’d like to.”
“That’s not covered in your contract?” Aras sighed, then got up and retrieved his underwear. He at least needed to cover up a little . “Check section five, subsection G.”
“Sorry, I’m union. Probably different verbiage.” Dane seemed wholly unconcerned with covering himself back up, although his gaze did dip briefly as Aras slipped back into his trunks. Aras wasn’t sure if he saw it or not, but he thought there was a twinge of disappointment on Dane’s face. It passed, though. Dane sighed. “I’m going to wipe down if that’s okay. Did you…I mean, you know you didn’t have to swallow if you didn’t want to, right? I wouldn’t have been offended if you spit.”
Aras raised one eyebrow. “That’s the big concern?”
“I wouldn’t want this to be a pressure situation.” He bent down and scooped up his clothes, then sauntered toward the bathroom. “If we get to do this again, maybe a little more planning? I wouldn’t mind going past blow jobs. If you’re up for it.”
He walked off and closed the door of the bathroom, but if Aras had to judge by the response in his own cock, he was up for just about anything Dane suggested. But at the same time…they couldn’t do this again, could they? Not really.
Dane had laid it out, after all. Aras, much as he was loath to own up to it, was talent. It couldn’t possibly be appropriate for him to get together with a member of the crew. Jake had hooked up with a client, and Ev and Ozzy were both hosts. Different situations entirely.
His body didn’t seem ready to listen to reason, but Aras knew this couldn’t keep going. That power dynamic wasn’t groovy.