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“So afterward they called me and we had this big fight. My mum cried, Dad was yelling at me for not being a good son, and I kind of exploded. I know now that the timing of that phone call couldn’t be helped, but the fact is, the last thing I told my parents before I hung up was that if they didn’t want me to lie to them, then they shouldn’t have made me feel like a disappointment.

” I suck in a sharp breath before continuing.

“A couple of hours after that I got the phone call from Milton that they’d been in an accident and died. ”

“I remember that first day we met and you came over for dinner. You said something about working on your guilt over your parents’ deaths. Did you feel guilty about them dying or about what happened before?” he asks with a frown.

“Both, actually. No matter how many times I told myself that it wasn’t my fault, that another driver lost control in the rain and crashed into them, I know they were only on the road so late coming back to the city from Oxfordshire because of me.”

“Do you still believe that? Or should I try to explain to you the statistics of car accidents in the UK?”

I bark out a surprised laugh. “You know those statistics for every country?” I ask teasingly.

“No, just a few of them,” he tells me seriously. I don’t quash the instinct to lean in and steal a burger-flavored kiss.

“I know better now, though I don’t think I’ll ever stop wishing that our last conversation had been better.”

“That’s not irrational,” he counters, and leaves the “like the other part” unsaid, which I find touching.

“Let’s clean up, yeah?” I ask softly.

We don’t speak as we pick up everything from outside and bring it back to the kitchen.

When we’re done, Liam’s standing by the back of the couch and staring longingly at it.

He wants to try out the comfortable looking cushions, and I can’t blame him, but instead of pulling him toward it, I walk right up and kiss him.

I don’t stop myself from escalating the kiss this time, and thankfully he doesn’t mind one bit if the way he presses his whole body to mine is any indication.

“Liam, I’m going to say something and I want you to trust that I’m being honest, okay?” I speak right against his lips.

“Okay,” he says, and sounds almost distracted.

“I want to give you a blow job and see how I like it.”

His body goes rigid. He stares at me for a long moment and his frown comes back.

“What happens if you don’t like it?”

“Well, I don’t think that will happen considering the results I’ve had by imagining it, but if I don’t like it at all, would it be a deal breaker for you if I don’t do it again?”

I appreciate that he thinks about it for a long time. He’s not going to placate me—ever—and that’s one of the things I like the most about him.

“I don’t think I’d have a problem with that, especially because I don’t want you to feel pressure to do it.

” He pauses for a moment and then locks eyes with me.

“Are you sure you’re saying you want to do this now because it’s what you really want and not because you think it’s expected?

Because it’s not expected at all.” He keeps going before I can reassure him.

“I don’t like topping, and I would never do that just for you. ”

It takes me a long moment to process everything he just said, but when I have, I can’t help the relieved sigh.

“I don’t want you to think this is me not accepting I’m a queer man or committing to being in a queer relationship,” I hurry to say.

“Like I said, in my head the idea of sucking you off is really appealing to me, but I can’t promise it will be in reality.

On the other hand, in my head the idea of bottoming isn’t appealing at all.

I am willing to try everything once, though, and I don’t want you to not get something you need out of our relationship. ”

“I think the only thing I need regarding sex from our relationship is that we share pleasure and we bring each other pleasure. As long as we communicate openly about our desires and needs there’s no reason either of us should be dissatisfied.

Lastly, I don’t think you’re any less queer if you only want to top, just like not enjoying performing oral sex isn’t an indicator of queerness at all.

There’s a lot of research being done to figure out why people in the LGBTQ community are often incredibly rude to bisexual individuals but none of it is conclusive yet.

I can let you know when there’s a breakthrough, though. ”

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” My words come out breathy.

I launch myself at him, and as soon as our lips touch I’m thrusting my tongue into his mouth to stroke his the exact same way I want him to take my dick when the time comes for that.

Speaking of, my dick hardens at the image my mind conjures up of me thrusting into his ass, and my hips move of their own accord against him. He’s as hard as me. “Fucking hell.” I groan out the curse as I pull back and fall to my knees.

Pure instinct is driving my movements now.

With a desperation I know well, I undo the button of his pants, pull down the zipper, and then yank the pants down with his boxer briefs.

His dick springs up and it’s—damn, it’s bigger than I thought it would be. I swallow hard as I circle it with one hand, the other going to his hip to hold him steady.

CJ recommended the bed for the first time sucking dick, but this will do just fine, I think. Even the feeling of the hard floor under my knees is exciting.

I pump my fist up and down his length a few times, wondering how fast I want to start, and then think to myself, just do it already .

I see a single milky-white drop of precum on the tip, and before I can think about it I snake out my tongue and lick it off delicately.

It doesn’t taste bad exactly, but the taste of his cum isn’t really something I’m worrying over.

What I want is to find out how he feels in my mouth, what he looks like when he comes, and what he sounds like when he’s calling out my name.

He moans, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I take only the head of his cock into my mouth and suck just a little bit.

“God, yes,” he says, and when I look up it’s to see his eyes trained on me, his mouth slightly parted, his chest heaving under the fabric of his shirt.

“Take the shirt off,” I beg. His movements are jerky but fast as lightning, and when I finally get to see his chest again, I take him back into my mouth, this time a little bit further back, and suck just as lightly as before.

He moans something I can’t understand and that tells me I’m doing a good enough job.

So I take a little more, suck a little harder, on and on, and then I reach my limit when the tip touches the back of my throat and I gag on reflex.

“Fuck, sorry,” I blurt after pulling in a big breath.

“No, no,” Liam says, his voice still sounding desperate. “It’s fine, you don’t have to take so much, just use your hand.”

I nod and shuffle a bit closer on my knees. My cock is still hard and the movement has me reaching down to my groin and readjusting myself so it’s not too painful against the hard fabric of my jeans.

Then I focus on his dick again, and take as much as I can and just think about sucking.

“Fuck, Carter,” he moans. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come,” he whines.

“I want you to come.”

I double my efforts and once I’ve found a rhythm that works for me, one where my hand and mouth work in tandem, I look up to see him biting down on his lower lip. His arms are strained with how hard he’s gripping the sofa behind him, and his golden chest glistens with perspiration.

He looks fucking gorgeous.

I suck and stroke until I realize I don’t want to wait for my own orgasm, so I undo my pants and take my dick out, stopping quickly to spit on my free hand, and then stroke myself as hard and fast as I need to.

“Are you...” He leaves the question unfinished because I squeeze my cheeks especially hard right then, and this time when he moans, I know his release is coming. I don’t move away, though. “Oh, god yes,” he moans softly, and his eyes close right when the first spurt of his cum hits my tongue.

The way he arches his back, the pleasure-filled groan he lets out, and even the feeling of his cock twitching against my tongue... all of it paired with my hand, brings me to my own orgasm.

I spill all over the floor and don’t even have the energy to pull back. I stay there, breathing hard with his deflating cock still half in my mouth for a minute, and finally, when I look up, I have to smile.

“I guess it’s safe to say I like giving blow jobs,” I retort, when I feel I can lift my arms again.

He lets out a short burst of laughter, then pulls me up by the arms and kisses me hard.

“Next time it’s my turn,” he whispers against my lips.

The only answer I can give is another kiss.

The next time comes less than an hour later when we decide to take a shower and Liam shows me the art of frotting.

I love how he urges me on.

“Thrust harder. More please. Yeah, just like that.”

With one hand wrapped around our erections and the other gripping my arse like a lifeline, he’s driving me insane.

I bury my face against his neck as I piston my hips forward and back again and again. Unable to lift my head for a proper kiss, I mouth at his neck, up to his ear where I bite his lobe softly. That makes his hands twitch and only spurs me on further.

“Fuck, I love how you feel against me. You’re gonna come all over my dick, aren’t you? Mark me with your cum, Carter. Please.”

God, I can’t believe his filthy mouth. I never expected it of him, but the thought of marking him, as animalistic as it sounds, makes me want to beat my fists against my chest like a caveman.

Without even thinking about it, my mouth goes back to his neck, and after licking the spot where I can feel his erratic heartbeat, I close my mouth and suck hard.

Again, he moans in that fucking delightful way that tells me he’s flying over the edge.

I look down to see his spend spurt out of him and drip around his fingers, then I realize he’s spreading it all over my dick.

“Love it when you come, darling.” I pant and move my hips faster. I reach down to cover his hand with mine, and tighten his hold just enough that on the next thrust I spill all over his dick as well .

“You’re mine, Liam,” I say with a slow smile. His cheeks pinken to the most delicious color and I lean in and kiss them.

“Love your dirty mouth too, and how you call out my name,” I confess.

“Yeah?” he asks, a smile of his own blooming on his face. “Isn’t calling you by your name kind of boring? We need to think of a nickname for you.”

“Nothing about you could ever be boring, Liam Trent, you’re brilliant. So I’m sure you’ll come up with something soon.”