Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
JACK
“How’s that going to help, exactly?”
I shrugged. “Well, if I’m the one on my knees, maybe it’ll reassure your brain that this isn’t what we had before. It’s something new. A relationship where we both give and take.”
Arlo’s lips twitched. “A relationship is more than sex.”
“True,” I agreed, reaching out to stroke his length. He was half-hard now, but a few movements of my hand had him fully erect again. “But we’ve already got all the other stuff down.”
“We have?”
I nodded as I continued slowly jacking him off.
“We do. We have fifteen years of history between us, Arlo. For almost a decade of that, we were practically living together, so we know spending time with one another isn’t an issue.
I know all your bad habits, like your addiction to Tizer and sour Haribo.
You know I’m a sore loser when it comes to Mario Kart and that I can’t stand running.
We were basically a couple, Arlo. Just like Kai and Silas.
And just like those two morons, I was too stupid to recognise it. ”
Arlo was staring down at me, jaw agape, so I continued.
“The part of our…relationship, for want of a better word, that was fucked up was the sexual side. I should never have used you in that manner, Arlo.” He opened his mouth to protest, but I stopped him with a warning look.
“I shouldn’t have done it. I’m not sorry for the act, not when it made me realise I’m not straight, but I am sorry for what I did to you.
I was so fucking blind to how you felt about me.
And to how I felt about you. That’s what I’m sorry about. ”
“So, you think if we work on the sexual side of things, everything else will just…what? Fall into place?”
I thumbed at a drop of precum on his slit, making him whimper. “Of course not. There’s also the fact that I’ve been a piss-poor communicator. But as you can see, I’m working on it. I want to work on all of it for you. With you. If you’ll let me.”
“Of course I’ll let you, Jack. A chance with you is all I’ve ever wanted.”
“So we’re on the same page,” I said, a slow smirk growing over my face. “Why don’t we give this another go with you fully conscious this time?”
Arlo gestured down at his angry looking erection. “Be my guest.”
Circling the base, I nestled my fingers right up against the short, curly hair there. I’d been so annoyed when I’d choked earlier. Stupid gag reflex. I was determined not to fuck it up this time.
Like he could tell what I was thinking, Arlo ran his hand over my head. “Don’t overthink it. As long as you keep your teeth out of the equation and don’t push yourself, you can’t really go wrong.”
That was reassuring to know. Darting my tongue out, I tongued Arlo’s slit before pushing my tongue beneath his foreskin. Arlo hissed, his nails scraping against my skin. “Yes, just like that.”
Emboldened, I pulled his foreskin back with my hand, leaving the sensitive head of him exposed. I swiped my tongue in long swirling motions, like I was trying to catch drips from a melting ice cream cone.
Arlo gasped, his cock rewarding me with another burst of precum. “Jack, oh. Yes.”
Drawing him deeper into my mouth, I sucked until my cheeks were hollow. Not wanting a repeat of earlier, I used my hand to stroke the bottom half of his cock, focusing my mouth on the rest.
My other hand went around to his naked rear and started to explore.
The tiny scar on his left cheek from when he’d slipped coming off stage in Tokyo.
That had been a fun trip to accident and emergency, having to explain just how he’d managed to cut his buttock.
I moved higher until I found the tiny dimples at the base of his spine.
My finger fit into one perfectly, like we’d been designed for each other.
“Lower,” Arlo rasped in a gravelly voice.
I looked up at him questioningly from under my lashes.
“Lower,” he repeated, reaching behind himself to grab my hand and guide it to his crease.
My own cock was like steel between my legs. I didn’t know what had me harder—tasting Arlo or touching him somewhere no one else had.
My finger ghosted over his hole, earning me another moan from Arlo. “More.”
Not wanting to hurt him, I quickly pulled off his cock and sucked my finger instead. When it was slick, I went back to my former position. Arlo in my mouth and my finger at his entrance.
I didn’t go far, just teased around the puckered skin before pushing gently on the muscle.
I might not have known a lot about anal sex, but I knew how important lube was.
Arlo had used what seemed like half a bottle on me, and I could still feel the ache of him hours later.
Not that that was a bad thing. No, I loved the reminder that he’d taken me. Owned me.
I was his, just as he was mine.
My small touches seemed to be enough. Arlo was panting loudly now, rocking back like he was trying to get my finger deeper.
He was careful not to thrust into my mouth this time, which frustrated me a little.
I’d get there though. Enough time and patience, and I’d be deep-throating him with the same dedication I did everything else.
Let’s hope Arlo was on board with frequent blowjobs.
This was far from a tidy effort. Saliva and tears were mixed on my face, my movements lacking the finesse Arlo had perfected. But somehow, it was enough.
“Jack, I’m going to come.”
I ignored him, taking him as deep as I dared.
“If you don’t want my cum, you need to pull off now,” he said urgently, rising up on tiptoes. “Jack!”
I sucked harder, tapping against his hole.
Hot liquid filled my throat. I swallowed rapidly, not wanting to waste a drop. When he was done, I pulled back enough to lap at his softening shaft. It didn’t taste like I’d been expecting, but it wasn’t unpleasant. On the contrary, I couldn’t get enough.
I’d barely finished before Arlo was throwing himself into my arms. I fell backwards under his weight, my arse smacking onto the floor. My arms circled Arlo, holding him steady as we collapsed onto the carpet together.
“Arlo, what—”
He didn’t give me a chance to finish my sentence. Shimmying down my body, he fell on my cock like a starving man.
I swore, my head hitting the floor. “Arlo, you don’t have to…”
The only response he gave me was a glare as he took me down to the base. Unlike me, Arlo had no issues with his gag reflex.
Giving in, I reached down and touched him wherever I could reach. His ears. Neck. Shoulders. I wanted him to know I was in this with him.
After a few minutes, he pulled off me with an obscene sucking noise. “Touch my hair.”
“What?”
He squeezed my balls gently, smirking up at me. “Touch my hair, Jack. I want you to fuck my face like you used to. I want it.”
“But I don’t want this to feel like before for you.”
He pulled himself up, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and kissing me so hard our teeth knocked together.
“It’s okay,” he said, drawing back and returning to his spot between my legs. “I can taste myself on your tongue. Everything is different now. You holding my hair while I suck your cock won’t make me forget that.”
It was such a change from how he’d been earlier that I grabbed his chin and forced him to meet my gaze. “You sure?”
We both knew we weren’t talking about a blowjob here. “I’m getting there. I might freak out now and again. You’ll have to keep reassuring me.”
“I can do that.”
“Good, now get those hands where I need them.”
My dick had softened during the conversation, but Arlo had me hard and needy again in no time. His mouth should have been insured for as much as his hands, because the things he could do with it were as legendary as his drumming.
I was riding close to the edge now. My hands were twisted around Arlo’s curls, controlling his movements as my hips snapped upwards. It took an embarrassingly short time before I was coming down Arlo’s throat.
As I caught my breath, Arlo planted little kisses along my thighs and groin. “I missed this.”
“My dick?”
“It’s a nice dick!”
Our laughter echoed off the walls, but as it faded away, it was replaced by something more sombre. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. Every fucking minute of every fucking day.” Trying to ignore the way my stomach was flipping, I sat up and drew in a steadying breath. “And it’s time you knew why.”
Arlo looked puzzled. “Why you missed me? I assumed it was just my stellar attitude and stunning good looks.”
I couldn’t even summon a smile at his quips. “No, I mean it’s time I told you the truth about what happened. About why I really stayed away all this time.”
Something shuttered in Arlo’s eyes as he rocked back on his heels. “Something tells me we’ll need clothes for this.”