Page 43 of Sean's Sunshine

Then he released Billy’s fingers and moved Billy’s hand to where Sean’s was, wrapped around Billy’s shaft. He replaced his own fingers with Billy’s, and then moved back to lick the head.

Billy tightened his fist enough to make his cockhead purple and began to slowly jack himself, forward and back, while Sean licked the head and sucked the bell.

“Cop!” Billy gasped. “Gotta go fast. Move back.”

Sean did, not wanting to catch Billy’s fist in his face as it stroked fast and hard, blurring with motion.

But Sean wanted his come so bad.

Billy gasped and cried out, “Coming! Ah God!”

Sean closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and rubbed Billy’s thighs in hope.

The first shot landed in a strip across his face, hitting his tongue, his chin, his cheek. The second landed close to his mouth, and then Billy moved his other hand to the back of Sean’s head—gently, with control.

Sean allowed himself to be steered until Billy’s cockhead touched his lips, and he sucked hard and strong. Billy gave himself a slow, controlled stroke until Sean’s mouth filled with a final thick, slow burst that required him to swallow quickly to keep up.

While he was swallowing, his own body tensed, tightened, and unfurled, and a wholly unprompted surprise orgasm rolled through him, causing him to tighten his mouth on Billy’s cockhead and scrape the backs of his thighs with his nails as he clenched his fists.

He issued a muffled groan from his full throat, and Billy cried out again, his fingers tightening in Sean’s hair as an aftershock rocked him. Sean grunted, arching his hips off the couch and shaking as he moved his hand down to the front of his sweats to shove them down and squeeze the last of his climax out of his cock. His mouth opened as he gasped, and Billy’s last spurt of come dribbled over his lips and down his chin.

Finally he fell back against the couch cushions and worked hard to catch his breath as his vision went in and out of darkness and Billy sank to his knees in front of him.

After a moment, Sean was conscious of Billy pulling down his sweats completely, and then he buried his face in Sean’s lap, licking at his still-full cock, cleaning the come from his skin.

Sean’s moan was drawn out, luxuriating in the contact, and a little sad.

“Done,” he murmured, stroking Billy’s hair. “Can’t do that again. I’ll pass out.”

Billy let out a sound of disappointment and turned his head, resting his cheek on Sean’s bare thigh.

“We did that,” he said, his voice a little bit dreamy.

“We did,” Sean rasped, still stroking Billy’s hair. “I’d like to do it again.” He smiled a little, remembering Billy’s shiver of ecstasy as he’d rubbed Billy’s hole through his briefs. “I’d, uhm, like to top sometime.”

Billy made a deliciousmmsound. “You caught on to that, did you?”

Sean laughed softly. “Yeah. I like it both ways myself.”

“Me too, but everyone thinks, ‘Ooh, big cock tops!’ Naw. Big cock likes to get fucked like every other vers or bottom.”

Sean chuckled again. “We can do this, right?” he said, the seriousness of the words catching him by surprise. “I… I want to sleep next to you tonight.”

“Yeah, cop,” Billy murmured. “Yeah. I want to do this more. And I don’t want it to go away. Not a hookup. Not a one and done. Go you. You caught a porn star by the penis.”

Sean suppressed a snort and then let out a small sound of discomfort as his chest gave a twinge. “I’m gonna need to rest up,” he rasped. “So I can do it again.”

Billy straightened and stepped out of his jeans and briefs, and Sean mourned that there he was, magnificently naked, and Sean couldn’t do a damned thing about it. Very carefully, Billy pulled Sean’s sweats and briefs up over his hips as Sean sat and then kneeled in front of him to take Sean’s arms and put them over his shoulders so Sean could twine them around his neck.

“Ready?” he asked softly.

Sean nodded, and Billy did that amazing, incredible thing where he lifted with his thighs and his core and stood up slowly so Sean could use his strength to push himself up.

They stood for a moment, face-to-face, and Sean leaned his head against Billy’s shoulder. Billy wrapped his arms around Sean’s waist. For a heartbeat—and then a hundred of them—they stood, holding each other, in the sudden silence of the living room.

Billy kissed Sean’s temple then. “Come on,” he murmured. “Let’s go to bed.”

Sean got situated first, facing the door, slightly turned on his good side while Billy turned off all the lights and locked the door. As Sean closed his eyes and listened, it occurred to him that Billy had been doing this quietly, without prompting, since Sean’s first night back.