Page 103 of Only You

“The last time he did this kind of thing, he told me it feels good,” Daniel said. “He says it’s never as hot as when he doesn’t know if the guy he’s with is going to try to kill him or not. Which is messed up as all hell, but there’s more to it than that. He only does this shit when somethingelseis bothering him. Usually, it’s his father. Or at least that’s how it’s always been in the past.”

“I thought his dad wasn’t around.”

“He’s not. Anymore, at least. But he’s always in Minty’s head.”

I winced. He was right. It was harder to shake someone free from your head than from your life. Adam was my personal proof of that.

“He was doingso much betterbefore I moved back here,” Daniel said. “When I was closer to campus and could spend more time with him, he—”

“You can’t be everyone’s hero,” I said. “You can’t be everywhere at once, Daniel. You just can’t.”

He cuddled me closer. “I know, baby. You’re right.”

The lights flickered on and went right back out.

“I hope the phone lines aren’t down too,” I said. “I should call my parents and let them know I’m staying the night.”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” Daniel said, reaching to the side table by the sofa and pulling a phone across, the curly cord still tight and perfect.

I called my folks, and they were skeptical that I needed to stay the night with Daniel, but when I made it clear that I wasn’t changing my mind, they backed off. I think the first part of the storm hitting their area of town might also have had something to do with their acquiescence.

“Be safe,” my mom said before making kissing noises and hanging up.

I’d just replaced the handset when the lights flickered on and off, and on again. This time they stayed on. Relieved not to be bumping around in the dark anymore, Daniel headed over to a box of DVDs he’d half-packed and started going through movie choices. We settled onOn Her Majesty’s Secret Service. We didn’t really watch it though, instead snuggling up together, letting our breathing sync, and calming ourselves by kissing, cuddling, and stroking each other gently. It was arousing, but sweet, and neither of us took it to the next level, content to bask in tenderness.

After the credits rolled, I sat up and stretched, jiggling my leg some since my foot had fallen asleep.

“Now what should we do?” Daniel asked, glancing at his watch. “Do you have homework? Or—”

Having had enough of sweetness, and definitely not interested in doing homework, I shut him up by pressing a kiss to his lips. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to find out how much of your dick I can fit in my mouth.”

We’d done a lot of fooling around together already, but I hadn’t blown him yet. He was big, just like Minty had said, and we’d always gotten each other off before I had a chance.

Daniel’s eyes grew hot with interest, and I grinned. “I’m ready for that too.”

“Right here, right now good for you?” I asked, leaning forward and kissing his jaw.

“If it’s good for you,” he answered breathlessly.

“It’s perfect,” I said, standing up, pulling off my T-shirt and tossing it aside, before I undid the button and zipper on my jeans. “I’m eager to show you my skills, Mr. McPeak,” I said in my best James Bond-ish British accent, which was horrible. “Have you ever had your dick sucked by an inexpert guy with a relatively small mouth? It’s an experience you won’t soon forget.”

Daniel laughed and tugged me down into a kiss. “I’ll never forget it. I’m with you.”

As it turned out, the size of my mouth didn’t seem to be a problem. Daniel seemed more than gratified as I demonstrated my abilities.

“Fuck yeah, Peter. Shit, you’re good at this.”

I didn’t know if that was true. I felt like his size impeded my skills, but if he was happy, so was I. Daniel touched my hair as I took him deeper. He fucked my mouth carefully, his girth making the corners of my lips ache.

Gagging, I pulled off and licked the spit from his cockhead, and then I returned to sucking, hollowing my cheeks as I worked.

“Fuck, Peter,” he whispered. “Fuck,fuck.”

I groaned around him and sucked faster, massaging his balls as they tightened. Opening up again, I took him in until the sides of my mouth felt too stretched, and I gagged around the head of his cock in my throat. He hissed.

“Unghnmngh,” I encouraged him. Blood rushed under his skin like a river beneath my tongue, and I worked harder, ignoring the urgency of my own cock.

“You’re so hot,” he said, his voice gritty and trembling. “This is so hot, fuck.”

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