Chapter Fourteen Head Over Heels #2
“Now you’ve really done it.” Julian kissed him soundly, his tongue delving deep into the recesses of his mouth to taste his own spunk in the back of Rahul’s throat.
When Julian felt he’d kissed him sufficiently, he worked his way across Rahul’s jaw, to his neck, biting hard at the skin that stretched over his Adam’s apple.
Rahul made a noise of protest, but Julian was soon moving on, dragging his fingers through the chest hair he seemed to find so fascinating.
He followed it down the trail that led to the soft mound of pubic hair and to Rahul’s bruise-coloured erection.
Rahul lifted the duvet to watch as Julian wrapped his long fingers around Rahul’s shaft and licked the bead of precum off the head.
Rahul sucked in a sharp breath. Hearing it, Julian looked up at him from under his long, dark lashes.
Holding his eye, Julian took him into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as his length disappeared behind those pale lips.
Rahul’s toes curled. His mouth was molten hot, soft and welcoming.
His tongue was sinful. He hadn’t thought anything could feel better than last night had, but this was quickly becoming a contender.
While Rahul had been learning new tricks, it seemed Julian had been taking a full master’s degree.
He did things with his mouth that should have been illegal in the United Kingdom, maybe even in the whole of Europe.
He bobbed his head with deft speed, sucking as though he could pull Rahul’s soul out through his cock.
Rahul’s hands scrabbled at the bedsheets for purchase.
He’d hoped to watch Julian throughout the entirety of it, but as he had to hold onto the headboard to keep from falling into oblivion, the duvet hid Julian from view.
All Rahul could see was the mound of his head, rising and falling, as he brought Rahul ever closer to pure ecstasy.
He’d lasted too long already. His orgasm welled inside his belly, balls throbbing and cock pulsing with it.
Under all of it was the earth-shattering realisation that this wouldn’t be the last time.
They would do this again. They would do this all the time.
Because they were together now. Julian was his.
And he was Julian’s. To do with as he wanted.
To make love to, to own, to absolutely destroy.
He wanted to be destroyed by Julian. Dear God, he wanted nothing more than to be destroyed, atom by atom, by this incredible, gorgeous, wonderful man.
He forgot to warn him before he came, shooting jets of his release down his unsuspecting throat.
But, like a pro, Julian didn’t miss a beat.
He swallowed him as deftly as Rahul had done him.
He kept on until the sensation of his mouth was too much and Rahul groaned from the overstimulation.
Julian caught on quickly and popped up from under the covers, lips red and a milky-white spot glistening in the corner of his mouth.
Rahul swiped the spot away with his thumb, heart still hammering and lungs straining from the mind-bending orgasm Julian had just wrung from him.
“You’re something else, Jules.”
“I know.” He grinned, cuddling up to Rahul’s side. “I’m a badger in a tea shop. I’m a paper bag flapping in the wind. I’m your great aunt trying to open a brolly indoors.”
“You’re two toddlers fighting over a Jammie Dodger.”
“I’m a green kitten in a blue post box.”
“You’re a chameleon standing in front of the telly when it’s got The Young Ones on, turning all kinds of rainbow colours.”
“I’m a tube ticket an angry teen’s scribbled on. ‘Fuck society, anarchy rules.’ That’s what it says on me.”
“You’re a…” Rahul searched and came up short, his mind too preoccupied to fully lose itself on the Julian Nonsense train. So instead he said, “We’re going to have to break up with our boyfriends, you know.”
Julian deflated and rolled onto his back, casting a long-suffering arm over his eyes. “I know,” he said bitterly.
“They deserve that much. We can’t be seeing each other and leading them on. It’s not right.”
“I said I know, didn’t I?” Julian complained petulantly.
Rahul rubbed understanding circles over Julian’s chest. “It’s hard, but it’s got to be done. If you’re serious about this, that is…”
“Of course I’m serious!” Julian threw off his arm to look Rahul very seriously in the eye.
He softened a little before he said, “I want this. This. With you. It’s only just…
Michael’s… well… intense, isn’t he? I don’t think it’ll go over well, chucking him.
Especially since I was the one who practically begged him to take me back.
He’s gonna be out of his mind, I reckon. ”
Rahul felt a pang of alarm somewhere deep in his gut.
Michael wasn’t just intense, he was frightening.
And Julian had never even accepted the fact that he was a stalker and a creep.
He wasn’t prepared enough to go in there and deal the big blow.
Rahul squeezed his hip protectively. “I can do it for you, if you like. After I see Henri, I can go round his and tell him you’re through.
If you just give me his address, I’ll --”
“No, it’s fine,” Julian sighed in defeat. “I’m a grown-up now, or whatever. I should do the grown-up thing and break up with him myself, face to face. Properly. Like you said, I owe him that much.”
Rahul still felt apprehensive, but without continuing to harp on about the things he’d already told Julian about Michael, there was little else he could do. He’d have to trust Julian to handle it. He loved him, so he ought to respect him, too.
He kissed Julian for reassurance. “All right. But if you need me --”
“Yeah, yeah. I know where to find you.” Julian winked at him. “I know where you live, Chaand.”
“Good. So we’ll do it. We’ll break up with them today and make it -- us -- official.”
“Yeah, but…” His smirk tugged at his lips. “We ought to shower and have ourselves a fry-up first. You know, for fortification.”
Rahul rolled his eyes and then rolled his Julian onto his back and kissed him senseless. Even though he wasn’t looking forward to hurting Henri, if this was what every morning was going to be like from now on, he could hardly wait.