Page 132 of The Last One to Let You Down

“I’ve got you, a lovable man-eating dog, and maybe a bright future as an amateur florist.”

“Mmm, you do show some promise,” Cypress mused, “but you will only be allowed to make floral arrangements if my hand is on your dick.”

“Deal.”

Tom couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. He woke up when Cypress’s alarm went off and rolled over to hug him, hoping to entice him into staying in bed longer. He received a sweet kiss for his efforts, but Cypress still got up.

He listened to Cypress bustle around the house, make coffee, and take Mister Doodles down for her walk. He was hoping to drift off again by the time Cypress returned, but now he was wide awake.

“Can’t sleep?” Cypress asked, surprised to walk back in and see him fighting with the covers.

“No.”

“Still coffee if you want some.”

“Meh.”

“Shower?”

Now there was a reason to get out of bed.

Tom kicked all the blankets out of his way, practically springing to his feet to join Cypress in the bathroom. Cypress kept the bathing quick and efficient, though there were many kisses and a few soapy gropes before they got out.

As they toweled off, Cypress reapplied a fresh coat of aloe vera to the welts still lingering on Tom’s thighs. Tom then watched Cypress bring out the coconut oil for himself. He caught Cypress’s eye and smiled, asking, “Yeah?”

“Go right ahead,” Cypress said, adjusting his towel around his hips and sliding the tub over within Tom’s reach.

Tom helped himself to a generous dollop and began to rub his hands all over Cypress’s chest and shoulders. He loved having free reign to touch him, working the oil in along his biceps and his thick forearms.

“Mmm, could get used to this,” Cypress teased.

“Yeah?” Tom grinned. “Wake up together and rub you down every morning?”

“Careful. You’ll spoil me.”

“Seems fair since you spoil me constantly.” Tom got more oil, dragging his hands down Cypress’s stomach and around to his back. He traced each muscle adoringly, and he couldn’t help but notice how Cypress’s towel was beginning to tent.

Cypress watched patiently and said nothing about his obvious erection. He only smiled, urging, “Go on. Don’t forget my legs.”

Tom got more coconut oil and kneeled, his hands sliding over Cypress’s calves and knees. He licked his lips as he moved up to his thighs. He dared to slip his fingers into Cypress’s groin, sliding around his balls and the base of his cock.

It would only take a little nudge and the towel would fall, putting Cypress’s dick right in Tom’s face. He looked up at Cypress imploringly, asking, “Like this?”

“Yes,” Cypress replied, sounding a bit out of breath. “Just like that.”

Tom boldly grabbed Cypress’s cock, his fingers still wet with coconut oil and sliding easily as he started to jerk him off. He could feel him swelling in his hand, and he mouthed along his rigid shaft through the towel.

Cypress petted Tom’s damp hair, murmuring, “Fuck, you drive me so fuckin’ crazy.”

Tom preened at the compliment, and he grinned as the towel finally dropped away. He loved how shiny Cypress’s cock was from all the oil, the wet head of his dick peeking out from his foreskin, begging to be sucked.

“Can I…?” Tom hoped Cypress would catch his drift again.

“No, come on,” Cypress scolded lightly. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“Can I suck your cock?” Tom asked, hating how easily he blushed to say it out loud. “I want… I want you to do it like we did the first time.”

“Tom…”