Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
When Shannon had leaped out of the bath, grabbed his track pants off the floor and the baseball bat from the wardrobe, the last thing he’d been expecting was to find Dante in the kitchen because he’d come home desperate for him, instead of finding a random hook-up.
There was a little part of him that was far too smug about it and another part that was panicking about what that might mean. At the moment it meant nothing. Though standing there with his pants around his ankles while Dante stared at him was not what he’d been hoping for.
It was kind of awkward being the only one with his dick out.
Dante licked his lower lip, his eyes drinking him in before he finally took several steps forward and closed the gap between them. He kissed Shannon hard, then dropped smoothly to his knees so he could make good on his promise.
If he had half a brain still functioning, he might’ve acknowledged what a bad idea getting blown by his landlord was, but damn, Dante knew how to use his mouth. Whatever practice he’d gotten had paid off.
Shannon’s toes curled against the tiles as Dante worked him over.
His hand gripped Shannon’s thigh to keep him in place—good thing, too, or he might’ve fallen over.
He needed something to lean against. He’d thought they’d make it back to his room.
Maybe if he hadn’t dropped his pants, they would’ve.
A groan lodged in his throat. He threaded his fingers through Dante’s hair and watched as he feasted, sucking and swallowing like he was starving for dick.
His hips moved, but Dante didn’t seem to care as his other hand joined in, cupping Shannon’s balls. He took a little more, like he was planning on swallowing the whole length.
Would he?
“Can I thrust?” Not that it would take much given the way Dante’s tongue was moving, pressing the head of his cock against the roof of his mouth.
Dante glanced up and moaned around the dick in his mouth, which did nothing for Shannon’s self-control as he rocked his hips, watching as Dante took a little more with every thrust.
“You look so fucking hot like that.” It wasn’t only the way his lips were stretched around Shannon’s cock. It was the way he was looking up at him, eyes dark with lust.
Dante made another noise and sucked harder.
“I’m going to…” Shannon tried to pull away, but Dante’s grip on his thigh tightened like he had no plans to let him go.
Fuck. He gave in with a groan, reveling in the way Dante’s tongue and throat moved as he swallowed.
Shannon gasped for air, feeling like a landed fish.
Dante slowly drew back, milking the last couple of drops of cum before releasing him.
“Did you want to stay here or take it back to my place?” Not that he knew what Dante wanted or liked. Though in that heartbeat he didn’t care, he just didn’t want this moment to be over.
His fingers slid through Dante’s hair and then over his cheek and across his lips, which were still slick with spit and looking well used.
“Come on.” Shannon encouraged him to get up, and Dante followed like a man who knew when to shut up and follow orders.
He stepped out of his track pants and left them on the floor, as he took Dante’s hand and led him down the corridor. The action movie was still playing in the bathroom on his laptop, which was perched on a chair that he’d borrowed from the kitchen.
He couldn’t be bothered dealing with it, so he closed the bathroom door before turning his attention to Dante.
He stepped in close and kissed him, hands sliding under his T-shirt before peeling it up and off.
The man was solid muscle. And not gym muscle that was only for show.
The calluses on Dante’s hands hadn’t bothered him this time.
“So, are you going to tell me what you want or do I need to guess? Do I need to dig out the condoms and lube? Or do you want to lie back and let me return the favor?”
Dante paused, a slight crease forming between his eyebrows as if he was struggling to process. Shannon unzipped his jeans and pushed them over his hips, taking his time before kneeling and undoing the laces on his boots.
He heard Dante swallow. “I want…”
“Mmm?” He kissed his navel and licked a stripe lower, teasing the head of his dick through the thin fabric of his briefs.
Dante pushed his jeans and underwear down in one move, and managed to step out of his boots, ruining the tease that Shannon had going. This wasn’t a stolen moment…but it could have been a moment.
Dante pulled him to his feet and kissed him before backing Shannon onto the bed. Shannon didn’t resist. He let Dante move over him, straddle his hips, and kiss like he’d die without the air in Shannon’s lungs, but he was waiting for the ask.
For something.
He slid his hands down Dante’s sides and over his hip, feeling the scars that bracketed the joint and ate into his ass cheek. Dante rocked his hips, thrusting against Shannon’s belly.
“Can I come on you?”
“Yeah.” He was halfway to suggesting that Dante should come in him. “You want something good?”
“This feels good.”
“Better.” He licked his hand then slid it between them, moving Dante’s cock so it pressed between his thighs. It took Dante about half a second to get the idea and start fucking.
Shannon watched his expression change from understanding to pleasure, then the play of light on his shoulder muscles as he moved, before letting his gaze drift lower.
Dante shifted his weight to one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, jerking it twice before coming on Shannon’s belly. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, chest lifting with each breath.
“Can…can I stay the night?”
Shannon smiled. Dante owned the fucking house. “You can stay.”
His smile melted as he realized that it was perhaps the first time Dante had stayed the night.
He rolled onto his side to face him and felt the cum on his belly slide; ignoring it, he placed his hand on Dante’s stomach.
“We don’t have to talk about it now…but we do need to talk.
I was tested after the breakup.” And he’d stopped taking PReP because he was supposed to be single and focusing on himself.
That had worked out really well.
He hadn’t even passed the first test. Apparently, he couldn’t avoid fucking the first artist to cross his path. He’d practically thrown himself at Dante.
Dante glanced at him.
“I thought you’d want to know. Since you swallowed.”
“Um…”
“I’ll take that as a lack of regular testing despite regularly hooking up?”
Dante snorted. “I wouldn’t call every couple of months regular. But it was several months ago.”
“Okay. You might want to action that.”
Dante frowned and closed his eyes. “I’ve never… I’m not doing risky stuff.”
“People have different levels of risk. One person’s gloryhole is another person’s nightmare.”
Dante’s eyes flicked open. “I’m not sticking my dick through a random hole.”
“Oh, I meant the other side of the hole.”
“What? I’m not doing that either. Have you?”
Shannon propped himself up on one elbow.
“If you want my answers, you have to answer my questions. Which is why I said we don’t have to do this now.
However, in the interest of safe sex and also enjoyment, it is an important conversation to have.
Or at least it is to me if I’m going to be fucking someone more than twice. ”
Dante gave a slow nod. “You’ve had boyfriends and freedom and done stuff. I had secrets and fuck buddies or occasional hook ups. Nothing more than what we’ve already done. No sex parties and gloryholes.”
“Some people like those things…and sometimes you learn the hard way that you don’t, but your boyfriend does.”
“Same ex?”
“Nooo, that was years ago. I was twenty-one, could legally drink, and did not have two brain cells or two dollars to rub together.” He’d been spending virtually every cent he’d been making, but that same ex had introduced him to the wonderful world of savings and people who weren’t lurching from one crisis to another.
For that reason alone, the relationship had been worthwhile.
“I find that very hard to believe.”
Shannon considered some of the other stories from that particular year of his life and decided they were probably best not discussed. “My family is great, but they are always broke, always waiting for their lucky break. I decided to make my own luck and get a proper job.”
“Scandalous.”
“Trust me, it was. It still is.” Somehow, they’d ended up back on safe ground. “I’m going to have a shower, drain the bath, and stop the movie…probably not in that order. If you want to brush your teeth, moisturize, and do whatever else you do before bed, we can re-meet here in a few minutes?”
Or had Dante changed his mind and decided it would be safer to leave?
“You really don’t mind?”
“No… Why would I? It means you’re right here when I wake up in the morning.” He walked his fingers lower over Dante’s stomach so they could be no mistaking what he was thinking. “Of course, if you’d rather sleep in your own bed, I understand.”
Perhaps it had been a heat of the moment request, and now, as Dante was thinking through the implications, he didn’t want to take things further.
Dante grabbed Shannon’s hand and brought it to his lips. “I want to be here. It’s…”
“Your first sleepover?”
Dante sighed. “Yes. But you already knew that.”
“I guessed. I’ve gotten good at reading people.” He pressed a quick kiss to Dante’s lips and sat up. “I won’t be long.”
“You moisturize?”
“Yes. No one wants premature wrinkles.” His mother had taught him the importance of sunscreen and moisturizer, and he had actually listened. He opened the bathroom door and stepped in, not sure if he would find Dante waiting in the bed for him, or if he would be sleeping alone.