The Hardest Part #3
Liam gave a rather broken laugh, and before he could think too much about all those things that had occupied him for the six months of being pushed away, locked out of his boy’s life, he stripped off the briefs and took Josh’s cock in his mouth.
Josh moaned. “My God, it took you long enough.”
Liam was busy trying to fit the thing into the back of his throat. He had more practice than Josh; he’d had an active sex life since his affair with Alec Lawson. But Josh was… impressive.
“Hey…,” Josh murmured, his fingertips brushing Liam’s cheeks. “It’s okay—easy.”
Liam closed his eyes and tried to let go of some of the need. He slurped his way up to the head and played delicately with it, appreciating Josh’s responsiveness, the way his breath caught, the small noises he made as Liam ran his lips along his skin.
For a moment, Liam balanced Josh’s head on the tip of his tongue, appreciating the wideness of it, the tenderness of the frenulum, and Josh ran his fingers through Liam’s hair again, pulling at the tangles that curls made.
“What do you want?” Josh whispered.
“Oh, I want all of you,” Liam said, wrapping his hand around the shaft and fisting it slowly. “I want all of you, and I want to fit inside you so perfect you never let me go.”
Josh tilted his head back and shuddered, and a burst of precome slid over the head. “That sounds awesome,” he said. “Don’t hold back. I’ve thought of nobody but you, practically since I fell out of that van.”
Liam had thought he was evil, depraved, seducing a younger man of twenty-one, but as he lowered his head, pulling Josh into his throat again, watching his lithe body writhe on the comforter beneath him, he had to wonder who was seducing whom.
Josh certainly had enough agency for the both of them.
“Okay, then,” Josh murmured, spreading his legs to give Liam better access. “So you want me to come first—then we’ll see about the fitting in.”
Liam had, in fact, been thinking he had to pull off, had to pull off so he could make it perfect, could master Josh’s body and make him come all in the same thrust, like maybe somebody who hadn’t done this before might dream about.
But this… this carte blanche to Josh’s body, the joyous acceptance of orgasm as inevitable, that made all the difference.
Much like the family’s capers, things didn’t have to be perfect to be right.
And he wanted to taste, to savor, to swallow, so badly.
He lowered his head again, stroking with his mouth, his fist, his tongue. With his other hand, he groped… erm… explored between the taut skin of Josh’s cleft until….
“Very nice,” Josh breathed, widening his legs more. “I like—ah!—the way you think!”
Liam let a little spit trickle down as he milked Josh’s cock, and he wanted to stop and enjoy the details—the shape and size of the thing, the tremble of Josh’s slender legs as he fought not to wrap them around Liam’s head.
Oh God, Liam wanted him to wrap those legs around his head.
He wanted to be trapped here, pleasuring Joshua Felix Salinger, for maybe the rest of his life.
But time and sex move on, and Josh was young.
With an arch of his back, he lost the fight with his thighs, and Liam felt them, stronger than they looked, wrap around his ears while Josh’s heels dug into the muscles of Liam’s back.
His fingers knotted in Liam’s curls, and Liam kept sucking, kept stretching with his fingers, until Josh cried out, the sound raw and joyous from a young man with such amazing poise.
With an unhampered thrust into the back of Liam’s throat, Josh spasmed and came.
Liam moaned, the taste of come sending him over in a dizzying shock. He moved his hands and wrapped his arms around Josh’s waist, swallowing Josh’s cock and his come and his raw joy while he convulsed and spurted, hot and vital, in his own briefs.
Josh fell back against the sheets with a soft, suppressed sound of pain, and Liam pulled away from him, not sure whether to be embarrassed or triumphant.
“Are you good?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Josh let out a sound between a gasp and a cackle. “My God, yes,” he said, finally relaxing on the coverlet. “But I’m gonna need a minute—”
“Take all the minutes you want,” Liam said, feeling stupid. “I, uh… I’ve got to go… uhm, clean myself up.”
Josh lifted himself up on his good elbow. “Really?”
Liam squeezed his eyes shut. “I am so embarrassed.”
Josh’s hand had clenched in Liam’s curls and then released, and now he clenched again, tugging upward. “Don’t you dare clean a thing,” he said softly. “Come kiss me and we can start again. Come everywhere. You have no idea how turned on I am.”
Liam was going to take him up on it, but then he saw Josh’s half-closed eyes, and he caught a half-hidden twitch of pain from the pressure they’d put on his shoulder.
“Nice try,” he said, giving Josh a chaste kiss on the lips. “I’ll be right back with a washcloth, some clean skivvies, and my dignity.” And the tablet of painkiller Josh had neglected to take before he’d gotten into the shower.
In ten minutes, after a scowl from Josh at the painkiller and some shifting of clothing, they were back in bed, this time under the covers, about to press play on the movie again.
Except this time, Liam stuck his arm out and invited Josh to lay his head on Liam’s shoulder, because by God, they’d earned the intimacy by now.
Josh did, snuggling in against him in the bed, making unconscious little puppy grunting sounds that were incredibly at odds with his usual natural elegance.
“What?” he grumbled as Liam smiled gently down at him.
“Nothing,” Liam murmured, kissing him on the top of the head. “Just… can we tell the world now? No skywriting, but can I be your stupid Interpol boyfriend—”
“How did you know what Grace called you?” Josh asked dryly.
“It’s like I’m psychic,” Liam returned in kind. “And you can be….” Six months he’d waited for Josh to invite him back into his life, and now that he’d shouldered his way in, disregarding all the many, many reasons he should have let the boy be, he only had one wish.
“Yours,” Josh murmured. “I’m yours. Just…
remember. The hard stuff is in front of us.
I-I mean, I was keeping my distance because I wanted to get better, yes, but I haven’t forgotten—and you shouldn’t either—that my family just spent almost two months pissing off a very dangerous mobster.
On purpose. You took me seriously about giving me space, and I’m taking you seriously about now being our sticking point.
We’ve done the thing. We’ve got more hashing out to do, but we’re stuck.
So much to worry about, but you and I are sticking. It’s a promise.”
Liam whispered, “I promise,” and used the remote to kill the lights. Before his eyes had adjusted to the dark, Josh’s breathing was in that familiar pattern, the one Liam had learned on the yacht. He was sleeping, and it was Liam’s job to guard him.
But first he watched the rest of the movie, because it really was charming, and Liam figured he was a bad guy now.