Page 11 of Refraction

He found a comfortable spot to settle over Calvin’s belly and focused on the swollen head, determined to give Calvin the blowjob of a lifetime.

“Tucker!” One of those bright orange pillows caught him in the back of the head. It was followed by a handful of condoms that scattered across Calvin’s thighs as they landed.

“Very nice. A touch overestimating my skill, but nice.” He looked up, winked.

Calvin snorted. “You never know until you try.”

Tucker cackled, swooping up to take a hard, happy kiss. “I do like how you think, honey.”

Calvin was pliant and opened his mouth to Tucker, moaning into his kiss. He reached out to roll one of Tucker’s nipples between gentle fingers, the pressure slowly building.

Tucker pressed down, his eyes crossing at the steady tug. Okay, that was better than color TV. He returned the favor, but with Calvin’s prick, thumb dragging along the ridge, exploring the slit.

“Fuck.” Calvin gasped and rolled his hips, getting friction against Tucker’s palm. “Tucker….”

“Mmm.” Fuck. Suck. Touch. Lick. This man made him a little stupid with wanting.

Calvin’s hands started moving, gripping his shoulders, pushing at him. “Suck me, Tucker. Please, I….” Tucker felt those hips buck again, and Calvin whimpered, the sound as pretty as it was urgent.

Hell yes.He licked his way down Calvin’s flat little belly, and then he bent to his good work and took Calvin down to the root in one fell swoop, swallowing once before backing off and focusing on the tip.

He could feel Calvin squirm under him, heels dragging in the sheets and fingers kneading his shoulders. If the walls in the building weren’t good and thick, the guy was definitely entertaining the neighbors too.

Tucker let himself go down again, humming all the way. He cupped the velvety ball sac and rolled Calvin’s balls, giving them a bit of pressure.

“Ah. Good.” Calvin bucked but then pulled back again. “So… sorry. Just fucking good.” His voice was so tight it was a wonder he managed the words. Tucker didn’t figure he was going to hold out much longer.

He didn’t let his prize go. He just sucked and bobbed his head, making sure the tip dragged over the top of his mouth.

“Oh!” Calvin moaned long and low, one knee drew up, and his whole body shivered. He cried out as he came, hips rolling gently and his fingers sliding through Tucker’s hair.

He swallowed hard, cleaning the length of Calvin’s prick before kissing his way up along Calvin’s belly. The muscles jumped and quivered, and Calvin laughed breathlessly.

“Oh. Tickles. Ohmygod.”

He chuckled, kissing more firmly but not stopping. “Sensitive, huh?”

“And your….” Calvin reached down and scratched his fingers against Tucker’s stubbled cheek. “Kind of love this.”

“Mmm. Thank you.” He rubbed his cheek against one tiny pink nipple, then went to beg a kiss. The motion made his cock drag along Calvin’s thigh, and he moaned as his balls throbbed.

“You suck like you love it, tiger,” Calvin whispered to him and gave him his kiss, flirty and teasing. Calvin bent his leg, offering more pressure. “You want me?”

“Yeah. Fuck yeah. You’re… you’re something special, man.” He reckoned loving having a hard cock in your mouth was all good, given he was queer as a three-dollar bill.

“Thank you.” Calvin smiled against Tucker’s lips as he fished around and came up with one of those rubbers he’d tossed out earlier. “Got it.”

Nimble and gentle fingers slid between them and smoothed the condom down his shaft. Calvin pulled a bottle of lube out of nowhere like a magician and waved it in front of Tucker’s nose.

Okay. Okay, so. Right.He grinned at Calvin and took the bottle. Lord knew, he might never have known anyone who wanted him inside like that, but he sure as shit wasn’t going to look a gift fuck in the… hole? Whoa, that metaphor had gone to hell quick.

Calvin leaned up, smashed their lips together in a hot kiss, and levered one foot over his ass.

He got his fingers slicked and pushed them behind Calvin’s balls, hunting that tiny little hole.

Calvin arched to meet his fingers, helping him, and let him breathe, falling back into those blinding pillows and looking into his eyes. “You feel good, cowboy?”

“Good don’t begin to describe it, honey. This was not how I saw my day ending. This is magic.”

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