Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
JENSEN
Satisfaction settles darkly in my gut as I take in Barrett’s flushed face and bright eyes. That was probably the best blow job I’ve ever given, especially considering I didn’t have much to work with out here, and seeing Barrett all blissed-out has hunger rattling the bars keeping us apart.
“You want to suck my cock?” I check, because even though I need this, now that he’s come, he might have changed his mind.
I really, really need him not to have changed his mind.
Barrett’s teasing smile comes before his answer. “It’s more of a need at this point.”
Fuck. I never, ever thought, in all my pubescent fantasies, that being with him would be like this. Somehow, it makes the years apart hurt more acutely than ever.
Before I can go down that path, I leave a filthy kiss on his lips, then push him to his knees.
My dick is already out and waiting, the inside of my underwear sticky with precum. Blowing him had me so fucking hard I’m surprised I didn’t come in my pants, and now, with his breath ghosting over the head of my cock, I’m convinced he’s been put on this Earth to torture me.
“Well.” He looks up from his position sandwiched between me and the car. “What’s next?”
His tongue sneaks out to wet his bottom lip as I drag my gaze over him. His fly is still undone, soft dick hanging limp and satisfied from the gap, cheeks still so red I can make it out in the shitty lighting, and his dark lashes look even darker with the shadows across his face.
I grip his jaw, almost high off the power of having Barrett on his knees. “Open.”
He does as I say, and I take half a step forward, until my dick is level with his mouth, and slowly slide my cock inside. Fuck, it’s a sight. Feeding my best friend every inch until I meet resistance and his eyes water. I pull back out before he can gag on it.
“I want to fuck your face,” I tell him, thumb stroking his cheek. “Are you up for that?”
“I’m up for whatever will get you off.”
He shouldn’t be telling me that. Not when there are so many things I could do with him right now, and especially not after he told me he bottoms, and all I can picture is bending him over the hood of his car.
I want him so fucking much, and yes, I know that’s my dick talking, but I still can’t believe this is actually happening.
All these years later, and Tai Barrett is about to suck my cock.
It’s the stuff dreams are made of.
“Tap my thigh if you need me to back off.”
He grins, moving his hands to settle on my hips. “Got it.”
I push back inside, leaning forward to rest my forearm on the hood of the car, but with this angle, my stupid shirt cuts off the view.
I need to see him take me. I’ve always been a visual guy, and the sight of Barrett losing control was enough of a reward, but watching him blow me? There’s no way I’m missing that.
I grab the bottom of my shirt and tuck it under my chin, revealing the sight of Barrett going hard.
He’s greedily swallowing me deep before pulling back again, over and over, spit shining on my skin in the moonlight.
His lips going red and puffy is going to keep my memories company forever, and when I can’t take it anymore, my free hand plunges into his hair.
I’m not gentle. My hand curls into a fist, black hair twisted between my fingers, and I use the leverage to work up my pace.
I can still taste his cum in my mouth, and with the experience so fresh in my mind, I’m already fucked.
Movement by the bar catches my attention, and I watch as a couple leaves the building, too consumed to stop.
There’s a terrifying moment where I’m sure they’ve spotted me, but a second later, they look away.
I can’t stop fucking his mouth the entire time they cross the parking lot, climb into their car, and leave, the headlights flashing briefly and blindingly over me before passing on.
Then we’re alone again, only the wet sounds of his mouth left to distract me.
The easier he takes me, the faster I get, chasing the high that’s within reach.
My cock sliding over his tongue has me so worked up I couldn’t tell someone my name if they asked.
The beer has my limbs happy and floaty; it took away the inhibitions enough to allow me to kiss him, but I’m not drunk, and there’s no chance I won’t remember every second of this exchange.
“Fuck Trevor,” I grit out. “He never fucking deserved this mouth.”
The way Barrett’s watery eyes crease almost seems like they’re laughing at me. And maybe they are, I don’t care. I mean every word.
Honestly, I’m not so sure that I deserve it, but I’m taking it anyway. Removing that one final boundary that we ever had between us.
“This is so hot,” I gasp out. “You’re sucking my cock, Tai. I never … I would have never …”
He grunts and takes me deeper.
I get it. Shut up. No thinking. Just let him get me off.
And holy fuck is he getting me off.
He’s got my balls aching with the need to come, and he’s taking my cock in a way that showcases his years of experience, but I have this weird gut feeling that even if we’d been each other’s sloppy firsts, I still wouldn’t have had a complaint.
My balls hit his scratchy chin as I thrust, almost uncontrollably, into the wet heat of his mouth.
I’m so close, toeing that edge of release, when his eyes flutter open. His gaze strays to my exposed abs, and then his hands follow it. Barrett’s fingers spread wide over my stomach, thumb following one of the grooves, and the sensation spears down to my dick.
The pressure increases, simmering under the surface, I’m so close I can taste it.
Even with my grip in his hair, Barrett moves faster. Hungrier. And seeing him so greedy for it makes that satisfaction from earlier grow to almost overpowering levels. He gags around me, but it doesn’t slow him down, and my hips are taking on a mind of their own.
He feels so good.
Him, specifically.
This is so long overdue, and I can only hope that crossing these lines will bring back that easy comfort we used to have around each other. Will make me remember my favorite person and make him remember his.
Summer is short, and I’m scared that I’ll leave and he’ll go back to his silence, so I’m determined to imprint myself on his brain so deeply that he’ll never forget me again.
The ache behind my balls grows.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn him, and the way he moans around me proves he’s been waiting for this.
My ass tenses as I let go, flooding his tongue, hand gripping so tightly to his hair it has to hurt, but he’s not going anywhere. Not until he’s finished. He doesn’t tap out, just works to get it all down, and when he looks back up and meets my eyes, there’s no more teasing there.
Only something dark and powerful passing between us, holding more weight than I think I can carry.
Barrett’s eyes soften, and the moment passes. His tongue circles my oversensitive tip, and with me still in his mouth, I’m stuck in that place where I’m trying to go soft, but I can’t quite get there.
He looks so good down there.
“Damn, I wish I could take a photo of this.”
His tongue runs over me again, and then … he reaches into my pants, pulls out my phone, and passes it to me.
“Seriously?”
He just watches me. No answer. Doesn’t let my dick drop.
Mouth dry with nerves, I open my camera and point it at him. With the light correction on the screen, he looks even sexier. Eyelashes damp, cheeks still a shade brighter than usual, and lips a deep red where they meet my cock.
I take the photo, and as soon as he hears the shutter sound, Barrett finally releases me.
“Was that okay?” I don’t know why I’m suddenly feeling so damn insecure.
He stands, wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, then leans in and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.
“I think that was exactly what we needed.”
“Yeah?” I’m having this weird sort of comedown, almost like an adrenaline crash.
“Things have been … charged. Between us. These last few days really drove home how much I’ve missed you.”
I nod quickly. “I know exactly what you mean.”
“Things will never be what they used to be, but I really want to try and repair it, Jensen.” His fingers run over my jaw. “I’ll never be able to make up for what I did, but that doesn’t mean I ever stopped caring about you.”
“You have nothing to make up.” I tuck his dick away for him before doing the same with mine.
I’m not sure what it was about the sex, but I think, genuinely for the first time, I’ve finally let go of my hurt.
He never stopped caring, and I don’t think I even realized how much I needed to hear that.
This huge weight shifts from my chest, and I’m finally able to enjoy the postorgasm vibes.
“You mean that?” he croaks.
“Yeah, I do.”
He tries to smile, but it gets caught halfway. “This won’t make things weird between us, will it?”
It’s the most ridiculous question he’s ever asked me. I unlock my phone to show him the photo I took. “I dunno. Do most best friends have sex pictures together?”
Barrett’s head falls back on a bashful laugh. “Probably more than you’d realize.”
“Want me to delete it?”
“Nope.” He does up the front of his shorts, then fishes out his car keys. “Maybe once you’re back in St. Louis, that will be the thing that makes you keep in touch.”
He’s teasing, like he’s always teasing, but I watch him walk around the car in the sneaky way I perfected long ago. He still makes me as curious as ever.
So I don’t say it, but I can feel it.
I don’t need a picture to keep in touch with him.
I never wanted to let him go in the first place.