Page 161 of Men in Shorts

Liam gripped the sink to his right. “Gonnae find out?”

“Aye,” Robert said with a heavy breath against this most sensitive skin. Liam’s cock jerked, begging for equal time.

Robert licked a line up the center of Liam’s sack, then flicked his tongue back and forth between his balls, as though deciding which to try first. He chose the left one, wrapping his lips carefully around the warm mass that seemed to half-melt in his mouth, suspended in a state between solid and liquid.

He lifted his chin to watch Liam, whose lips and cheeks were flushed pink, just as they’d been when he’d come in from the cold at the Tesco. Liam’s chest began to heave with his quickening breath, his ribs expanding and contracting the solid planes of his torso, the planes that always made Robert’s palms warm and tingly.

He reached up now with his right hand, his left steadying Liam’s thigh. He slid two of his fingers round one of Liam’s scarlet nipples and squeezed.

“Och.” Liam leaned back, bracing himself against the wall. “God, look how hard you’re making me.” He touched his other nipple, mimicking Robert’s tweaking fingertips. “I could almost come like this.”

Robert shook his head slowly, maneuvering his tongue over the contents of his mouth.

“Aye, I could,” Liam replied. “Unless you do something different.”

Robert pulled away enough to say, “Turn around.”

Liam let out a shaky breath and did as Robert asked, presenting his arse for all means of perusal.

The shower was situated on a small ledge above the rest of the bathroom floor. Robert nudged Liam’s right calf. “Put your foot up on the step.”

Liam obeyed, and the difference in height combined with the spread of his legs was just enough to part his cheeks. Robert’s mouth watered at the nearness of his inviting pink hole.

Last year, when they were first starting out, it had taken Robert a while to brave this act. The fact he adored being on the receiving end only increased the intimidation: What if he didn’t like rimming—or worse, was pure rubbish at it? How unfair that would be.

But once he’d experienced Liam’s reaction, it had become something of an obsession.

Now, as Robert danced his tongue over the outer contours of his arsehole, Liam’s whole body shuddered, and tiny mewling sounds escaped his throat. Robert looked up to see Liam’s cheek pressed to the wall, his jaw trembling from the effort to keep quiet against this thin boundary between his flat and the neighbor’s.

Then Robert worked his tongue inside, just the tip. Liam groaned, his breath wheezing in and out.

Robert wanted more, wanted deeper. He reached for the lube he’d set on the sink. It was coconut-flavored (his favorite, and it had made his next piña colada a strangely glorious experience). Once his middle finger was slick and warm, he offered it to Liam, opening him up and evoking a louder groan. And when there was room for his tongue, he dove back in, stiffening the tip and working it as deep as he could.

“God, Rabbie…” Liam started to stroke himself. “I’m gonnae come.”

Robert caught his hand. “Not yet. I want to watch you.” He scraped his teeth over the curve of Liam’s arse. “Tell me when you cannae take it anymore. Just say ‘please,’ and then you can come.”

“Mmph.” Liam pressed both palms to the tile wall again. “On you go, then. Fuck me with your tongue. Undo me.”

Robert continued, ignoring the growing ache in his jaw. It was worth any momentary minor pain to grant himself this greatest intimacy, his mouth exploring the place which so lovingly accommodated his cock and gripped it with such fervor. It was worth it to see Liam splayed out above him, to feel his body quake, to hear his voice pitch higher, pleading with everything but words.

His own cock swelled within his jeans, so he used one hand to undo them and make an adjustment, careful not to grip himself too hard.

Liam began to urge himself against his mouth, forcing Robert to grasp his arse tight to hold him still. In response, Liam pulled back his arm, looking like he would punch the wall. “Rab…God, you’re so…fucking…”

Robert made a questioning noise, showing no mercy.

Liam let out a long, shivery moan, and at the very end he said, simply, “Please.”

Robert stopped. “Turn around.”

Liam did, staggering a bit from what seemed weak knees, then leaned back against the wall to take hold of his cock. Robert helped support his weight with one hand while the other reached beneath and fucked his arse hard with a pair of fingers.

In the bright bathroom light, Robert saw the flush rise along Liam’s fair skin, sweeping up from the center of his chest, past his collarbone, up his neck, finally to his face and ears as he crested. His cock became a fountain, splashing his own abs and Robert’s cheeks.

Liam gazed down, his breath slowing, but not by much. “I feel…so…noticed.” He gave a hasty twirl of his hand. “Up from that towel now so you can notice me sucking you off.”

Robert stood, just now realizing his knees hurt a bit. Liam knelt before him, then released his straining cock and pulled it between his lips.

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