Chapter 23
23
FARRON
I rested my ass on the edge of my bed, my notebook forgotten on the floor as I powered up my laptop. This was officially one of the weirdest things I’d ever done, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Tore would be spending the night—Colin had a girlfriend now and would be meeting her parents over the weekend—and I needed to be ready.
So far, Tore had initiated most of our sexual encounters. Sure, I had kissed him first, but after that, he’d been the one to step into the shower with me, he’d offered me a blowjob, and he’d suggested anal. In other words, he’d been way ahead of me the whole time, and while this wasn’t a competition, it still didn’t sit well with me that he’d bested me. Yeah, not the right term, but whatever.
I needed to offer him something in return, and hell if I was gonna suck at giving oral, no pun intended. You’d think I’d know how to give a blowjob, considering girls had done it to me, plus Tore, of course. But giving was very different from receiving. The last thing I wanted was to choke, literally or figuratively, so I needed some guidance. Tore deserved my best effort. And he’d admitted he’d done research too, so I had to do the same.
Gnawing on my lower lip, I typed how to give a blowjob into the search bar. The first result was a video titled Beginner’s Guide to Mind-Blowing Blowjobs . I took a deep breath, reminding myself this was for Tore, and pressed play.
A woman with more cleavage than I thought humanly possible was on her knees in front of some dude who was straining against his pants. I turned the audio down to one bar to avoid giving my neighbors a show, focusing on her every move as she unzipped his fly, her hand brushing against what looked like a very sizable package.
The guy moaned, and I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly as dry as the Sahara. Jesus. This was weird. I’d watched porn a gazillion times before and it had never bothered me, but somehow, it now felt wrong. As if I was cheating on Tore, which was ridiculous. This was for research purposes only.
The woman had her mouth on his cock now, and damn, she was working it. I took mental notes: one hand at the base, the other on his shaft, and don’t forget the balls. Hmm, her tongue technique was interesting too. She licked him like a lollipop in between sucking him, and every now and then, she also suckled on the tip only. Maybe to give her jaw a break? ’Cause that dude was packing and she was shoving that thing down until his pubes hit her nose.
She looked up at the camera, her eyes half-lidded in supposed pleasure, though it felt too over the top for me. And hell to the no was I making those moany sounds as I sucked Tore off. I’d leave the audio part to him since he was always so much more vocal than me—which I loved, especially those high-pitched little whimpers he made.
All right, enough with the fake pleasure. I clicked close on the video, then hit the next link on the search results, which was an article. Ah, that was so much better. It only offered drawn illustrations, which worked fine for me. I made some more mental notes, then closed the search page and called it a day. I’d wing the rest.
Colin was due back any moment, and I wasn’t gonna let him catch me. He was on my ass enough about Tore, though not in a mean way. None of the guys were, but they sure knew every gay joke and double entendre on the planet.
As soon as Colin left that night, I did a quick swipe of my room to make it presentable, even changing the sheets. Mine weren’t as fancy as Tore’s, but they were clean and smelled fresh. That was about as good as it was going to get. Then, all I could do was wait for Tore to show.
When Tore arrived, his shoulders were tense and his brow was furrowed.
“Hey,” I said, frowning at the stress that radiated off him. “Everything okay?”
Tore sighed, dropping his bag by the door. “I had a rather taxing day, I’m afraid.”
I stood, studying him. The usual sparkle was missing from his blue eyes, replaced by a weariness that made my chest ache. All thoughts of my own nerves evaporated. Right now, all that mattered was making Tore feel good. I could offer to talk about it, but I sucked at comforting people, so maybe I could use a different way of helping him de-stress?
I closed the distance between us, cupping his face in my hands. “How about I make you feel better?”
I captured Tore’s lips with mine, pouring all my desire and determination into the kiss. His body tensed for a moment, then melted against me as he responded with equal fervor. My hands slid down to his waist, pulling him flush against me.
“Farron,” he gasped when we broke apart. “I must say, I very much approve of your method of de-stressing.”
I grinned, trailing kisses along his jawline. “I figured you might. Just let me take care of you tonight.”
My fingers found the hem of his shirt, slowly inching it upward. Tore raised his arms, allowing me to pull the garment over his head. I tossed it aside, my breath catching as I took in the sight of his lean, toned torso.
“Fuck,” I whispered, running my hands over his smooth skin. “You’re so gorgeous.”
A light blush colored Tore’s cheeks. “I’m not convinced that’s an accurate assessment, but I appreciate the sentiment nonetheless.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Trust me, it’s accurate.”
My hands moved to his belt, fumbling slightly as I worked to undo it. Nerves fluttered in my stomach, but I pushed them aside. This wasn’t about me. It was about making Tore feel good.
I slowly slid his belt free, then popped the button on his jeans. As I lowered the zipper, my heart pounded so hard, I was sure Tore could hear it. But when I looked up, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back slightly.
Taking a deep breath, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and boxers, easing them down his long legs. Tore stepped out of them, now completely naked before me.
“Christ,” I breathed, drinking in the sight of him. Lean muscles, smooth skin, and not an ounce of body fat. He looked like he’d been carved from marble by some Renaissance master.
My hands roamed over Tore’s body, exploring every inch of him. I traced the lines of his abs, marveling at how defined they were. As my fingers skimmed lower, Tore’s breath hitched. My hands continued their journey, caressing his thighs, then moving back up to tease his nipples.
Tore gasped, arching into my touch. “You’re driving me mad.”
“That’s the idea.” I pressed a kiss to his collarbone, then gently pushed him backward until he sat on the bed, frowning slightly.
My heart was racing as I slowly sank to my knees between his legs. This was it. Pushing aside my nerves, I looked up at Tore. His blue eyes were dark with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I leaned forward and licked his crown.
Tore let out a strangled moan, his hands flying to my hair. “Oh, bloody hell.”
“This okay?”
“Very okay. Very, very okay.”
With a smile, I wrapped my hand around his base, then moved in again. Funny, but the faint smell of his sweat wasn’t deterring me at all. If anything, it spurred me on. I licked around his entire length, using my tongue to trace patterns and alternating with butterfly kisses. They might not give him the most pleasure, but they satisfied my need to show him how much I wanted him and wanted to do this for him.
Taking a deep breath, I suckled the tip of his cock—a little drop of precum pearling—into my mouth. The taste was different than I’d expected, not unpleasant but definitely unique.
Encouraged by Tore’s sounds and him gripping my head, I relaxed my throat and took in a little more. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently, and was rewarded with another moan from Tore. All my doubts and hesitations seemed to melt away in the face of Tore’s pleasure. If he was enjoying it, that meant I was doing it right.
His hips began to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, and I gladly followed his lead. I applied more pressure, bending my neck to take him deeper into my mouth. The feeling of him in my mouth, the knowledge that I was the one causing these sounds of pleasure, was intoxicating.
Giving oral was also hard work. After a minute or two, my jaw began to tense and my tongue got tired. Who knew this would be a workout? But luckily, Tore’s grip on my hair tightened, his moans becoming more ragged. “Close. Really close.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I picked up the pace, desperate to bring him over the edge. Tore’s moans crescendoed, his hips bucking. I pulled back just in time when, with a final, shuddering gasp, he came. He sprayed his load all over my face, and instinctively, I caught some on my tongue. Again, not off-putting, but I was glad I hadn’t tried to swallow.
As Tore came down from his high, I rose and grabbed some wet wipes to clean myself up, then him. Maybe I should’ve cuddled first or waited a bit longer, but the sensation of drying cum on my face was not one I particularly cared for.
“Well,” Tore said after a moment, his voice still breathless, “that was unexpected. Thank you.”
“I did research,” I said, then wanted to facepalm because why had I felt the need to mention that? “Wanted to make it good for you.”
“You more than succeeded.”
I sat next to him. “Sorry I didn’t swallow. That was still a bridge too far.”
He half-turned and cupped my cheek. “It was perfect.”
He kissed me, and what started out soft and tender quickly grew frantic again. We spent a long, drawn-out moment lost in each other’s mouths, the heat between us igniting into a raging inferno.
I moaned into his eager mouth as he pushed me down. With him still naked and me fully dressed, it was a bit weird, but apparently Tore felt the same way because he yanked on my T-shirt. I raised my arms and awkwardly pushed myself up so he could drag it over my head.
My pants came next, and before I knew it, I was naked too. So much better. My cock, which had grown hard as steel when blowing him, was still erect. Did Tore’s actions mean he was interested in more?
As if he could read my mind, he rolled on top of me, our eyes meeting. “Will you fuck me again?”
“You sure?”
He nodded. “I loved it, and we haven’t done it since.”
“Well, we’ve been a little busy with other things like soccer and coming out.”
He flashed me one of his sunny smiles. “I’ve been really eager to do it again.”
I cupped his cheek in my hand, my thumb brushing his cheekbone lightly. “So have I.”
I kissed my way down his jawline, along the column of his neck, and down to his chest. His breath hitched in anticipation as I took a nipple between my teeth, teasing it with the lightest of bites. Tore arched against me, moaning my name as I trailed kisses down his abs, every muscle of his lean, athletic body taut with desire.
His cock was making a valiant attempt at recovery, but it would have to wait. Instead, I reached for the lube on my nightstand. Preparing him was easier than last time, both of us knowing what to do now, and I had him ready for me in no time. I rolled on a condom, slicked myself up some more, then checked in with Tore. “You good?”
He nodded, turning on his stomach and pushing himself to his hands and knees. “I want to try this. It’s supposed to feel really good because you can go deeper.”
“An experiment I am happy to participate in.”
He chuckled, relaxing, which had been my intention. I positioned myself at his entrance, my cock hard and aching, and with one deep breath, I began to push inside. His tight heat enveloped me, hot and wet and clenching around me like a glove. The sensation was indescribable, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then and there.
Tore moaned, his body trembling beneath mine as I inched in and out of him, sinking a little deeper each time. He’d been right. This position was easier. The angle was better, and because I was on my knees and didn’t have to push myself up, I could focus all my strength on fucking him.
“Oh fuck, this feels so good,” Tore moaned.
The man was cursing. The guy who, other than the occasional “bloody hell,” never uttered a swear word, was cursing. If nothing else, that showed me how much he wanted this, how much he loved this.
His words fueled the fire inside me, and I picked up the pace, withdrawing almost all the way before slamming back in harder this time. Tore fisted the sheets, holding on for purchase, but he had a hard time bracing against my onslaught.
I stopped for a moment and gently pushed between his shoulder blades. “Lie down on your stomach.”
With a little sigh, he did as I told him, spreading his legs. The angle was a little different now, but I quickly got the hang of it and resumed my pace. Fuck, this was perfect. I could go much harder like this, our bodies colliding as I fucked him into the mattress with a hunger I never knew I possessed.
As we moved together, bodies slick with sweat and the sounds of our passion filling the room, a deep peace filled me. This was it. This was what it felt like to be complete. It was as if every piece of my life up until this moment had been leading me here, to this moment, to be with this man…
Now, all I had to do was hold on to him.