Resting Quietly #2
Anthony paused for a moment, his chest completely covering Reg’s, their skin sliding together deliciously. “Where do you want this to end, Reg? Tell me so I don’t cross a line.”
“Together,” Reg breathed. “I… I don’t have any supplies, though, do—” He paused, surprised, when Anthony pulled a bottle of lubricant out from under his pillow. “Where did that come from?” he asked, stunned.
Anthony grimaced. “If I told you your mother brought it would that ruin everything? She brought me condoms too, but I’ve been on PrEP since I was sixteen—Dad insisted.” He paused for a breath to let Reg digest this. “I know… I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m your first.”
Reg nodded and hid his face against Anthony’s shoulder. “Not hard to guess,” he mumbled.
“But the rest doesn’t surprise you?”
Reg shrugged. “My mom is a lot like your dad. We all got the sex talk before sex was even a thing. And—” He gave a weak chuckle. “—let’s say nobody was surprised when Chance and I came out at the same dinner table.”
Anthony smiled slightly and then nipped him on the chin. “Someday, when we’re not in bed—” Now he nibbled Reg’s ear. “—you’re going to have to—” And now he was licking Reg’s neck. “—tell me that story.”
“What story?” Reg asked hazily, lost to everything but the heaven of Anthony’s lips on his skin.
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
Talking stalled for a bit as Anthony moved his lips down along Reg’s chest, and Reg tilted his head back and just…
abandoned himself to the sensations. No worries.
Not here. Not with this man. He was safe.
The only consequences were honesty, but Anthony already knew his secrets, and he was unafraid.
Reg’s nakedness was a small price to pay to be naked like this.
Still, Anthony paused as he kissed his way down Reg’s soft concave stomach.
“You ready for this?” he asked softly, and Reg nodded, wondering if it was true.
“I can… you know… touch you too?” he asked hesitantly.
“Of course,” Anthony told him, stroking his upper thigh tenderly. “But I figured I’d give you a… you know, primer.”
Reg laughed and then gasped as Anthony rolled his briefs down his legs. Reg’s cock flopped out, hard and smacking against his stomach, and Anthony made a purr of approval.
“Very nice,” he murmured, stroking it softly. “I’m already a fan.”
Reg would have laughed again, but Anthony was touching him, smoothing a finger over the head, squeezing his base and stroking up, and suddenly this whole situation was very, very serious.
“I… oh wow. I… I’m not sure… oh!”
Anthony had licked the head with his tongue, and what Reg could only think of as sparkles cascaded through his nervous system, lighting everything up with amazement.
“Wow!” he gasped, and then Anthony chuckled and engulfed the entire thing. “Wow!” That last one came out as a squeak, and Reg’s hands beat at the sheets as he tried to find his center, tried to control his breathing, the sounds he was making, the way his body flailed—
Anthony grabbed one of his hands and pulled his mouth off Reg’s cock.
“Easy,” he soothed. “Put one hand in my hair, grab the sheets with the other, and hold on. If anything hurts, say stop. If you’re going to come, warning might be nice but not necessary.
Everybody else is two floors down. Grab me, Reg, and let go of yourself. I’m safe. I promise.”
And with that he captured Reg in his mouth again, stroking slowly, purposefully, and while the sparkles continued, they flowed like a river now, and Reg, safe with Anthony as he’d never been, relaxed and let them take him.
Without thinking he spread his thighs wantonly, and then let go of Anthony’s hand and—as requested—knotted his fingers in Anthony’s thick hair. Anthony took the invitation and used one hand to grip Reg’s base and the other to… oh God… oh God….
Cup his balls… tease his parted thighs, hint—just hint—that he was going to explore Reg’s cleft—
And that was it. That was all Reg had in him for control.
With a gasp, he found himself going over the falls, splashing up, up, into Anthony’s throat, crying out softly, without shame, as his fingers released Anthony’s hair and the bundled-up sheet, and his toes curled in orgasm.
And Anthony’s mouth stayed constant, laving him, milking him, until Reg made a sound of discomfort—not pain, exactly, but of acknowledgment that the touch was intense, and Anthony released him, shoving up on the bed to smooth his hair back with spit-sticky fingers, to kiss his face with glazed lips.
Reg turned into the kisses, opening his mouth, tasting his own spend, falling into the messiness and glorious aftershock of sex while he fell into Anthony’s body, his strength, all over again.
Finally his tremors stilled and he lay, trying to catch his breath, with Anthony’s head pillowed on his shoulder.
“How was that?” Anthony asked, but he sounded smug, and not at all like he was really worried.
Well, he shouldn’t really worry. “That” had been spectacular.
“I’m sort of amazed,” Reg mumbled. “I kept thinking it was only sex, and I could have that with my own hand.” He made a negative sound. “I couldn’t do what we just did by myself.”
Anthony chuckled and rolled to kiss his shoulder. “So glad to hear it,” he murmured and then sighed. “Look, I’m falling asleep again, how about you?”
Reg grunted. “I can wake up,” he slurred, although that post-sex thing was really kicking in.
“Don’t worry about it,” Anthony said, straightening them up so he was behind Reg and the blankets were on top. “We’ve got time. Wake me up if you want to go again.”
“Can I feel you?” Reg asked, meaning “feel you up” but falling asleep as he said it.
“I’d take it as a privilege to be bothered in my sleep by you,” Anthony told him before placing a soft kiss on his shoulder and settling in for more slumber.
Visions of what that could mean sent Reg back to unconsciousness in the best of ways.
THEY WERE both awakened by a firm knock at their door and Val calling through.
“All right, boys, I hate to do this to you, but some of us have to get a move on, and we’ve got to debrief. You awake in there?”
Anthony moved first, pulling on his sleep pants (no underwear, Reg realized, titillated) and heading for the door as he motioned for Reg to stay under the covers.
“Rude,” he said, opening the door just enough to talk to Val.
“I know it,” Val said, making no bones about peeking in to make sure Reg was okay. “Kid, you gonna live?”
“Yeah, Val,” Reg said, trying not to blush about being naked under the covers. “Sorry we’re not—”
“Don’t be,” Val interrupted. “After what you two did, you should have been able to sleep all day. But Lloyd’s here, and he’s got some info to share, and I told him you’d be down to breakfast in fifteen minutes. Ilia and Adelle are still in the hospital—”
“How’s Reynaldo?” Anthony asked, reading Reg’s mind.
“Boy’s doing okay—they’ll probably release him tomorrow.
And that’s something else we’ll talk about.
But get dressed—” He arched an eyebrow at Reg, who buried his face in his hands.
“—and meet us downstairs.” He smirked. “That way you can carbo load for your activities today, since I don’t think you’ll be ready to leave for a few days. ”
“Val,” Reg said, recovering from his embarrassment enough to be even more embarrassed. “Mom took all our clothes. All we have are pajama pants and T-shirts.”
“Well, wasn’t that subtle,” Val said with a snort. “You’ll just have to wear those downstairs. Sweaters too?”
“Sweaters too,” Anthony said dryly. Well, both their hooded sweatshirts had been pretty ragged after the night on the dock and in the boat.
“We’ll bring extras,” Val said. “It’s cold and foggy outside, because that’s life on Puget Sound. Fifteen minutes. See you then.”
And with that, he left.
“Oh my God, he’s so much like my dad,” Anthony muttered, shutting the door after him.
“He used to be in charge of waking us up in the morning,” Reg told him. “He was terrifying.”
“Better him than Dean,” Anthony said, shucking his pajama pants to put on his underwear and shivering a little in the chill. Reg felt that as he searched for his underwear—he really wished for his hoodie.
Still, he was unprepared when Anthony grabbed the useless decorative throw at the bottom of the bed and yanked it off.
“What—”
“Get dressed,” Anthony said. “And I’ll go get one of the clean towels. There’s no need to freeze.”
Reg was in his T-shirt and pajamas when Anthony returned with a towel wrapped securely around his shoulders like a cape. As Reg gaped at him, Anthony wrapped the throw around Reg’s shoulders, where it settled, warm and comforting, almost like they were going to watch cartoons in their own home.
Reg paused, staring at Anthony’s swollen lips, his rumpled hair, his grumpy expression, and realized that Anthony had deliberately given him the warmest blanket.
“What?” Anthony asked. He wiped at his own face. “I washed—I got all the come off, right?”
Reg blushed, and they were standing close enough that he could bury his face into Anthony’s shoulder. “Yes,” he said.
“Then what?” Anthony brought his arms around Reg’s back. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I just… you take awfully good care of me,” Reg murmured.
“Well, yeah. You take care of everybody else, Reg. I figure this is my best job.”
Oh wow. “I don’t have words for that,” Reg said, almost apologetically. He could usually explain or verbalize or—
Now Anthony pulled him even closer. “No words necessary,” he murmured into Reg’s ear, and the chill of the morning disappeared as they built their bubble of warmth. One moment, two moments, and then it was time to put on their shoes and new socks and make their way downstairs.
Dean was there with their mother and the others, and he handed Reg an almost new FBI sweatshirt while Rory handed Anthony a hoodie with their business logo on the front.
It was dark blue and a twin to the one Anthony had been wearing over the last few days, and Reg was reminded once again of how tight father and son were.