10. Tennant #2
“Sorry, shit… sorry, Ten,” he huffed, and eased out of me. My leg muscles tightened up. I rolled to my side to work the cramps out of my thighs. “I’m sorry.” He ran a hand over my side then up my back.
“No, it’s good, it’s just thigh cramps.” I groaned.
He lay down behind me, pulled me close to him, and licked the tattoo on the back of my neck. His hands traveled down my side to my hip and then to my thigh. His fingers worked the oxygen-starved muscles. I moaned and sighed as the cramps eased up.
“You okay now?” His words were hot little puffs on my inkwork. I turned to pudding, melting back into him as he massaged my thigh. “Are you sure it was just cramps?”
“Yeah, it was just cramps. You were super gentle.”
I rolled my head to the left and got a sloppy kiss. His hand came up to rest on my stomach as his tongue danced over mine. We lay there for a long time, kissing, and touching. I rolled over to face him.
“That was worth the wait.”
“Glad to hear it. I have to take care of this condom.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then slipped from the knotted bedding.
I thought about getting up to get a drink, but my legs ached and my ass was tender.
No way was I letting him see me gimping around, so I pulled the coverlet up and closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of me, Mads, and sex on the air.
“Hey, here.”
I swam through the fog of post-sex sleep. Mads was sitting beside me on the bed with a bottle of spring water and wearing a smug smile.
“Drink all of it.”
I sat up. The cover slithered down my chest and puddled on my lap.
“Thanks.”
“Do you need anything else?” He was so attentive. It was so cute. I shook my head while I sucked down twenty ounces. “I have all kinds of food.”
I tossed the empty bottle onto the floor and reached for him, my hand coming to rest on his shoulder. I pulled his mouth to mine.
“I want more of you,” I told him, gave him a shove that sent him tumbling back to the mattress, then eyed his limp cock hungrily. “Yeah, more of you will do just fine.”
Lucky me, he was willing to give me all the Mads I could handle.
The inside of Mads’ fridge looked like my parents’.
It was packed full of food. Good food. Milk, eggs, fruit, and fresh vegetables.
Yogurt and juice bottles. Sports drinks and bottled water with added vitamins and minerals.
So the total opposite of my fridge, which had half a pizza still in the box, a jug with an inch of sour milk in the bottom, and a bottle of ketchup.
Oh yeah, and a six-pack of Miller Lite that now held only one unopened bottle. I really needed to do some shopping.
My stomach snarled, reminding me of the fact that I had expended some major energy last night.
I grabbed the bottle of orange juice and a container of strawberries, then hip-checked the door closed.
Knowing I had also lost some fluid in Mads’ bed, I opened the carton and took a long drink.
It was unsweetened and pulpy, the fleshy bits of orange sticking to my teeth.
I needed a toothbrush and shower in the worst way.
A grumble from my gut reminded me that food was number one on the priority list.
I rummaged around in his cupboards, sipping OJ all the while, until I found a bowl.
The silence of his place started to wear on my nerves, so I pulled my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, opened Spotify, and found a playlist that appealed.
Now that I had some Glass Animals playing, I could think better.
Growing up in a house with three boys meant noise.
Lots of noise and lots of junk scattered around.
Places like this, all soundproofed and tidy, set me on edge.
The tiles were cool under my bare feet as I padded to the sink and washed the fat, red berries by holding the container under the flow of water.
Mom always said to wash your fruit, but a rinse should suffice.
I was too hungry to dick around with anything else.
I plucked a huge strawberry out and bit it off by the leafy stem.
The berry was ripe, filled with sweet red juice that coated my tongue.
“Oh man,” I sighed, then went for another.
I’d polished off about a third of the container when his arms curled around my middle, startling me so badly I fumbled the berry that was close to my mouth.
Mads ran his tongue over my tattoo, sending a spear of red-hot lust to my groin.
His hands flattened over my bare stomach.
I smiled as he rubbed a small circle over my abdomen.
“What is this shit playing on your phone?”
“Seriously? You don’t know Glass Animals?”
I looked back to find his blue eyes on me.
I held up a berry for him to eat over my shoulder.
His teeth were white and even as he gently bit the fruit.
Juice ran over my fingers, dripping to the bare skin of my shoulder.
I dropped the stem. It rolled down my chest. He ran the tip of his tongue over my fingertips, and then sucked my index finger into his mouth.
My cock began to plump up. Between his sucking on my finger and his hands roaming down into the waistband of my jeans, I was pretty much a goner.
“And you have a Pokémon tattoo on the back of your neck.”
“That’s your comeback for everything. It’s lame and old, like you.” I leaned back into him, his erection pressing against my ass. “Which tastes better? My fingers or my neck?”
“Are you being coy, Tennant?”
I shrugged, since I wasn’t sure what being coy really meant.
“I haven’t found a part of you that tastes bad yet.”
That was when I turned around in his arms, shoved my fingers into his short blond hair, and kissed him as deeply as I could.
His tongue slipped over mine. He pushed his hand down into my jeans, his fingers skimming over the tender head of my cock.
A rolling shudder broke free, branching out from my core to my arms, legs, hands, and feet.
When his fingers coiled around my cock, I gasped, breaking the wet seal of our lips.
“I thought a dude your age would need a day or two to recover… Ah man, that is so good.” He stroked me from base to tip while nipping along my jaw line. His tongue ran up over my cheek.
“You’ve got one hell of a beard for a kid your age,” he purred, then pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my eye. Keeping upright was growing tricky. My knees felt soft.
“I’m not a kid,” I reminded him with more than a little attitude. He pulled back an inch or so and thumbed the head of my cock. A ragged breath fluttered over my lips.
“No, you are certainly not a kid. Sorry for that.”
He dipped into my mouth gently, teasing me with flicks of his tongue along the edge of my teeth, all the while working my cock with a tight fist. Just as I was falling into the pace of his strokes, he stopped. Once his hand was out of my jeans, he found my fly.
“Not a kid at all,” he stated before freeing my cock and dropping to his knees in front of me.
“Oh shit,” I gasped when he sucked me into his mouth.
Fingers seeking purchase, I found the edge of the counter after knocking the container of strawberries to the floor.
Mads closed his eyes and went deep, slipping my cock down his throat as his fingers held my ass cheeks.
My jeans lingered around my knees. He seemed content to leave them there, his head bobbing as he twisted and twirled his tongue along the bottom of my cock.
The man knew how to give head. Like, he had escort skills, or what I assumed an escort would know.
I’d never used one. If I had, he’d have looked just like Mads, who was in control of his maturity and sexual experience. He worked it so well…
“Are you close?”
I grunted and thrust, the rasp of his teeth along my cock painful but not enough to pull me back from the brink.
Mads cupped my balls, squeezed firmly, then went back down on me.
One hand on my stomach to keep me in place, he sucked and clasped, sucked and clasped, until I blew apart.
My head kicked back violently, his name falling out of me as I came.
He swallowed rapidly, humming in pleasure as I bucked and moaned.
“Oh, oh, oh shit, shit.” My balls contracted in his grip.
Mads licked me clean, then got to his feet. His eyes were like pools of blue fire.
“You want me to suck you off?” I asked.
“No, I want you to pick up the berries, wash them off, and bring them back to bed.” He padded off, giving me a great view of his tight ass and corded thighs.
I pulled up my jeans, zipped, and scooped up and washed strawberries as fast as I could.
I ran to the bedroom, a dripping plastic container full of freshly rinsed berries in my hand.
Mads was spread out across his bed, filling the thing with hard muscle, long limbs, and a thick, hard cock and heavy balls.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from his prick. You’d think I would have gotten enough of him last night, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
“Good man. Now bring them over here.” He patted the mattress beside him, his lush mouth quirked up into a wicked smile.
“What are we going to do with them?” I wasn’t sure why I even cared. Right then, I couldn’t think of anything he could do with a berry that I’d protest him doing.
“Nothing that you won’t love.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Now bring them over here and lie down with me.”
I crossed the room, kicked the knotted covers on the floor aside, and placed one knee then the other onto the mattress.
The bottom sheet was all screwed up, baring the far corner of the mattress by Mads’ head.
He took the container, ignoring the droplets of water falling onto the sheet and his stomach.
I couldn’t ignore them, though. I bent down and lapped them off, enjoying the feel of his skin twitching as my tongue roamed over it.
“Hold that over your abs,” I told him, and he did. “Shake it.”