Page 42 of Sean's Sunshine

They might never recover.

“Only what?” Billy asked softly.

“Only….” He smiled bitterly. “I think relationships reach critical mass,” he said after a moment. “Where what we want in the moment, what we hope for the future, it outweighs all the mistakes in the past. And what I want, right now, is to kiss you.”

“Okay,” Billy said and leaned forward into Sean’s space, took his mouth gently, and oh! He tasted so good. Warm, male—peanut butter and jelly, oddly enough—but earthier, spicier under that.

Sean kissed back, wanting to push, wanting to pounce, but knowing his limitations. Instead he put his hands on Billy’s shoulders and kissed some more, lingering, long, drugging.

They weren’t going to jump into bed. Acrobatic sex was out of the question. But this… this long, sexy, physical communication—ohthisthey could do. Every rub of the lips, every stroke of the tongue, every breathless sigh made him want more.

Billy’s kisses were filled with suppressed urgency, and Sean answered back the best he could, his body tingling, his erection waking up and taking notice. He was surprised and dismayed when Billy pulled back with a soft cry and threw himself to the opposite end of the couch.

“Wha—” Sean blinked rapidly, trying to pull himself together. “What’s wrong?”

“This!” Billy wailed, pointing to his crotch. Against the placket of his jeans, Sean could see his cock—thick, long, and impressive—straining for release. He gave Sean an agonized look. “I’ll just—I’ll be back in a minute,” he muttered, arching his back.

“No! Wait,” Sean said, laughing a little. “Stand up. Come here.”

Billy did what he asked, obviously uncomfortable, finally standing in front of Sean with his crotch almost exactly at Sean’s eye level.

“You can’t,” Billy told him. “Doing that gets in the way of your breathing, and you have to move your back and… ah… neck and… oh….”

One button at a time, Sean released the fly of Billy’s jeans, tugged at the bottom, and kneaded his ass purposefully as he slid them down to his thighs. Billy’s cock pushed out against his brightly colored briefs, and Sean tried not to ogle.

“Impressed?” Billy asked breathily, and Sean tilted his face up, knowing he probably looked stupidly awestruck.

“It’s amazing,” he said, conceding to the obvious. “I mean, up close and personal… damn.” He had a moment of total insecurity. “Uhm, just so you know….”

Billy laughed softly and bent down, capturing Sean’s face between his palms. “Want to hear a secret?”

“Sure.”

“I hook up with dicks all the time. This isn’t a hookup. I think that means it’s the guy that’s important, not the dick.”

Sean grinned and kissed him, keeping his hands on Billy’s hips and then rubbing up against his thighs. He teased, sliding his thumbs between Billy’s legs, tracing his fingers along the backs of his thighs above his jeans. Billy put his weight on the back of the couch behind Sean’s head, leaning over, his stomach rippling to hold the position, and Sean indulged himself in more kneading of Billy’s backside, parted his cheeks, slid his fingertips down his crease over his briefs.

Billy hissed when Sean brushed his hole and straightened, pulling away from the kiss with a whimper. “Man, you are teasing me so bad….”

Sean gave him a shy smile. “You are good for an old man’s ego,” he murmured, finally pulling Billy’s briefs away from his package, which unfurled in front of him, erect and proud. “Maybe not,” he murmured. “But I don’t care.”

Smiling deviously, he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip to the end of Billy’s cock and licked at the tiny drop of pre in the slit. He was going to tease some more, but Billy threw his head back and moaned softly, obviously sensitive, and Sean pulled his tongue in and swallowed.

Sweet.

He licked again, grasping the long, thick shaft with his fist to hold it steady. The weight of Billy’s cock in his palm was electric, sending tingles shivering down his arm, across his chest, and his own erection awoke fully. His groin gave a giant throb, and Sean worked hard not to just jam that magnificent cock down his throat.

Must not obstruct the breathing. Must not breathe too fast, too hard, too quickly.

Absolutelymusttaste Billy’s cock, lick its head, work its shaft, swallow his come.

Must.

Billy rested his hands on Sean’s shoulders and held his hips absolutely still and let Sean work. Oh Lord. Sean had never really thought of himself as king of the blowjob, but boy, he was trying now. He licked, he sucked, he stroked, he nibbled, and when Billy let out a grunt of frustration, Sean did what was best forBillyand not his own pride.

As Billy’s noises got more urgent, his hips quivering with the need to thrust, he dropped his hands and clasped them behind his back, like he was avoiding the temptation of holding Sean in place and fucking his mouth, his throat.

Sean reached around and tugged gently, pulling one of Billy’s arms forward and then lacing their fingers together.