Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
DANIEL
Skye’s mouth drops open, and he starts that cute sputtering again. I really must be a seven-year-old at heart, because I love riling him up.
“Well, tough,” he declares, planting his hands on his hips. “Whether you like it or not, I’m talking and you’re listening!”
“Okay,” I agree, pretending I’m not worried. More than once today, I was distracted thinking about whether Skye is going to say “Welcome to gay sex” and send me on my way. Not that he’d be cruel about it, but it’s still not what I want to hear.
He takes a deep breath, his face going all serious, and I resist the urge to lay kisses all over it. “Last night was… great. Better than great. It was… pretty damn fabulous.”
Those words sound good, but his face and tone don’t match them. He almost looks on the verge of tears.
“Is this a brush-off?” I ask abruptly, and he jumps.
“No! Unless… do you want it to be?” He bites his lip and gazes up at me all big-eyed, and I throw restraint out the window, take a step forward, and kiss him.
From the way he instantly wraps himself around me and returns the kiss, I’d say he’s okay with it.
I back him into the wall opposite and take my time exploring his mouth.
It’s been less than a day since we kissed properly for the first time—the stolen kiss on Wednesday doesn’t count—but already there’s something so familiar about kissing Skye.
It’s the most comfortable thing in the world, and at the same time, an instant wake-up call to my dick.
I’m already half-hard, just from this simple, fully clothed kiss.
Skye pulls back, and when I chase after him, puts his fingers on my lips. “Is this an experiment for you?” he asks breathlessly, causing my heart to freeze in my chest. “It’s okay if it is, but I need to know.”
It’s okay if it is? Fuck that.
“It’s never okay for someone to use you to experiment, Skye,” I say hotly. “You deserve to be worshiped.”
His lips curve a little. “So what was last night?”
“Me hoping the guy I’m nuts for might want me back.”
The words hang between us, and Skye’s face reflects shock, then dawning realization, then such raw hope that it makes my chest hurt.
“Really?” he whispers, and any doubt I had about Skye being interested in dating me vanishes. I’m not sure if last night was a catalyst for his feelings or if he’s had them longer, but they’re there, shining through his pretty eyes.
“I’m still working through baggage,” I confess. He deserves honesty from me. “But I want more from you than just last night. I-I want to date you. Let’s go on a date. What are you doing tonight?”
He shuts up my rambling by leaning up to kiss me again, and in seconds I’ve forgotten everything but how he tastes and the feel of him in my arms.
“This, more,” he mumbles against my mouth, and I’m completely on board with that but don’t want to stop kissing him long enough to say so.
I do want to taste the soft skin at the hollow of his throat, though—I could feast on that forever. But when I break away from his lips to do that, I’m confounded by his neck thingy.
“What the fuck is this? A chastity belt for your neck?” I tug lightly, not sure how to get it off and not wanting to accidentally strangle him.
“Ha, no. But right now it’s hiding all your bite marks, so it stays on.”
The heat that surges through me leaves me a little dizzy. I marked him? I want to see my marks on him.
“Show me.” My voice is rough, and his kiss-puffy lips curve in a teasing smile.
“Nope. But I’ll show you a different one.” He gently pushes me back, but before I can protest, his hands go to his pants.
Yesssss.
The small purple bruise on his hip calls to me like a magnet. I drop to my knees right there in the barn and trace it, first with my fingers, then with my tongue. Skye lets out a tiny whimper, and I glance up quickly. Am I hurting him?
The blissed-out expression on his face says not.
I suck gently on the flesh right beside the mark, giving it some company, and lay a kiss on it. Seeing my mark on him makes my cock throb—I never realized I could be this possessive. Maybe it’s just my Skye that brings it out in me.
Speaking of throbbing cocks… I turn my head and nudge against Skye’s, which is tenting his boxers. “What’s this?” I murmur, getting an idea that makes my heart beat harder and my throat go dry. I’ve been on the receiving end of more blowjobs than I can count, but I’ve never given one.
I want to, though. Last night proved to me that I like dick—like touching another man’s dick. And I want to taste Skye’s.
He huffs a laugh. “I think you know what it is.”
Wrapping my hand around it through the fabric, I look up at him. “Is it a tasty treat just for me?”
His eyes widen, and he swallows. “If you want it to be.” His hand catches my wrist. “Daniel… you don’t have to.”
That just makes me want it—want him—more. I lay a tiny kiss on the end of his dick, and precum dampens the cotton of his underwear. “Gimme.”
He releases my wrist, and I pull his boxers down to free his hard, delicious-looking cock. Is it weird that it looks so tasty when I’ve never tasted one?
I lick it.
It’s fucking delicious. Just as sweet as Skye’s neck, but better.
Okay, so… what next?
Should I just… dive in?
It’s stupid that I’ve had more BJs than I can count, but right now I can’t remember a single detail about what I like.
I lick again, to buy time, all the way from the root to the tip. The salty taste of precum bursts onto my tongue, reminding me how good it feels to have someone tongue the spongy area just below my cockhead.
As though that memory opens the floodgates, it all comes back to me. I adjust my position, wrapping one hand around the base of Skye’s cock and using the other to push his pants and boxers out of the way so I can get to his balls.
Skye’s breath hitches, and I grin. Much better.
Taking my time, I set about using all my favorite techniques on him, paying close attention to see which he likes. This might be the first blowjob I’ve ever given, but I’m determined it’s not going to be a bad one.
It doesn’t take long before Skye’s hand comes to rest on my head, and then his fingers are sliding in to grip my hair.
His thigh muscles are tense, and these signs of pleasure help me to relax and enjoy what I’m doing to him.
Because I am enjoying it. I doubt every bi man loves to suck cock, but I definitely do.
I love the taste and texture of Skye, love the way he reacts to everything I’m doing, love the control I have right now.
Following my instincts, I relax my jaw, taking him as deep—
I choke and gag, pulling back, eyes streaming as I cough. Okay. Maybe that’s too big a step for a beginner.
“You okay?” Skye asks, a hint of laughter in his voice. I cough again and suck in a breath.
“Course. Just… trying something new.” I swipe the tears off my face and settle back in place.
“Dan, you know you don—”
“Hush, Skye. I’m busy.” Without giving him a chance to reply, I suck him back into my mouth again—not as deep, though. Instead, I concentrate on working the head, the vein along the underside, his balls, and soon his hands are gripping my head tight, encouraging moans torn from his throat.
He’s close.
So am I. Performing oral sex has always been a turn-on for me. I fumble one-handed to get my pants undone, then slide my hand inside to grip my dick.
“Dan, I’m gonna come.”
Yep, that’s the goal. My mouth is full, so I can’t say it, but I suck a little harder so he’ll get it.
“Pull off if you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” he warns, like I don’t know what’s about to happen. I raise my gaze to meet his and roll my eyes.
A second later, his head falls back and I taste the first salty spurts of his cum.
I swallow without even thinking about it, struggling to keep up, and then he groans, brokenly, the guttural sound vibrating through me.
I did that to him, I’m the reason he’s coming so hard, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
Long moments later, I rest my forehead against Skye’s abdomen, struggling to get my breath back.
That was intense. I don’t think I’m the only one who thought so, because Skye’s slumped against the wall, his hands braced as though they’re holding him up.
Maybe I should pull him down and we can just sit for—
“Dammit! If we’d gotten here two minutes earlier, we could have watched!”
I rear back and fall on my ass, the mess in my underwear squelching unpleasantly. “What the hell!”
Skye hurries to tuck himself away and do up his pants as I scramble to my feet, wiping my mouth, and face down Carter and Johnny.
“Carter, we talked about—”
“It’s not my fault! This isn’t the house. I didn’t know I had to knock on the barn door!”
Johnny storms closer, shaking his finger at me. “I can’t believe you defiled the barn! You better not have done anything in the stable!”
“Oh my god,” Skye moans behind me.
“We didn’t defile anything,” I defend. “And if either of you says a word about this, you’ll regret it for eternity.”
Carter shakes his head sorrowfully. “You’re threatening us? After everything we’ve been through together?”
“Yeah!” Johnny chimes in. I’m not sure what he’s agreeing with, exactly.
“How much did you see?” I ask suspiciously.
Disappointment flashes on Carter’s face. “Nothing. You were finished when we got here.”
“I saw Skye’s cock,” Johnny adds helpfully. “I don’t like other cocks, usually, but yours is nice.”
Skye and I make the same choking sound. Carter must guess that we’re at the end of our patience, because he grabs Johnny and yanks him back. “We just came to check on you. We’re assigned to you both tonight. But you’re fine… so we’ll go.” They both pop out.
I turn to Skye. “Do you think they’re really gone, or are they waiting to see if we pull out our dicks again?”
Skye’s face is bright red. “I’m not pulling my dick out again unless I’m in a room with a locked door and a salt barrier.” He covers his eyes with his hands and starts to laugh. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
Wait, does he mean the blowjob or nearly being caught? I open my mouth to ask, but that’s when he lowers his hands and looks up at me with a soft expression.
“Thank you. That was incredible.”
I resist the urge to beat my chest with pride… barely. “Only because it was you. So… uh… I mentioned a date before. You up for that?” I cringe. Did I really just ask him out by saying “you up for that”? What am I, fifteen?
He grins. “Sure thing, bro.” He ducks when I reach out to grab him. “Is this a bro date? Or a real date that ends in blowjobs?” Snickering, he adds, “I guess we could make them bro-jobs.”
“I thought I was supposed to be the immature one?”
“Who said only one of us could be?” He pats my arm. “Don’t worry, bro, I’m up for anything.”
“I regret so many things right now.”
He turns serious. “Not…?”
“No. The words I just said, yes, but not anything else that happened with you. I do want to date you, Skye. I… We kind of jumped into this headfirst, and I want to show you that I’m serious here. This isn’t just a sex experiment.”
He bites his lip again, and my eyes are drawn to it. Does he know how sexy that is? How did I not realize years ago how sexy that is?
“I’m not saying you’re lying,” he says slowly, “but… it’s only been a few days since you were telling me you thought you might be bi. Are you sure you want to go from that to dating one person so quickly?” Horror crosses his face. “Unless you weren’t thinking this would be monogamous?”
The thought of Skye dating someone else sends a surge of possessiveness through me. Huh. It’s been a long time since I felt jealousy. I just haven’t been that invested with any of the people I’ve dated in the past… what, eight, nine years?
“Monogamous,” I insist. “Completely monogamous. I hear what you’re saying, but the thing is… it was how I feel about you that made me think I might be bi.”
He blinks at me, struck speechless, and then such sheer joy takes over his expression that I lose my breath. Nobody’s ever been that happy that I might like them. He throws himself into my arms and buries his face against my neck.
“I’m still going to yell at you when you’re annoying,” he says, the words muffled against my skin, and the grin that spreads across my face is huge.
“I’m still going to annoy you,” I promise. “So… plans tonight?”