Page 43 of Stand By Me

A part of Clay wanted to ask, but the rest of him was rapidly losing focus at the sight of Mario's lips so close to his cock.

"I hope your fantasy included me coming embarrassingly fast," he managed instead. "Because that's what's about to happen."

Mario flashed his teeth at him. "One of them, yes." He licked his mouth as he turned his gaze to Clay's cock. "Trust me, I don't mind. At all."

Clay closed his eyes and put his head down. If he wanted to last any time at all, he couldnotwatch this.

As it was, the first lick of Mario's tongue from the base to the tip of his cock made Clay grip the sheets again, barely resisting pushing his hips up. The heat spiraled to every corner of his body, the trembling of nerve endings easy to give into.

The muscles of his thighs trembled as well when Mario started to suck, going lower before pulling up.

"You can move, you know," Mario murmured with his lips brushing the sensitive skin right under the head of Clay's cock, making it impossible to think clearly. "Fuck my mouth. I want you to."

With that, Mario swallowed him again, and Clay hesitated for barely a second before he let himself go. He bucked his hips a few times in quick succession, and the slide of his cock further into that wet heat was incredible.

Then Mario swallowed around the head as it hit the back of his throat and that was it.

"Now," Clay managed to breathe out in a warning.

Mario pulled back a bit but didn't let Clay's cock slip out of his mouth, tongue swiping along the sensitive skin.

Orgasm hit Clay like a sledgehammer, breaking him into little pieces with a force that took his breath away.

He probably made a sound, but he didn't hear a thing. There was only the pleasure, the enveloping heat, and his whole body shivering with aftershocks.

And Mario.

His fall was complete.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Mario was in the shower—on his own this time, because they didn't seem able to focus on the cleaning part while they were in there together—when it hit him that his teenage dreams were nothing compared to his current reality.

Sex was way better than his teenage self could predict, for one, but it was also more than that. Everything Mario had wanted back then, from kissing and sex to hanging out together, he got to have now, without worrying he'd make a fool of himself.

Well, without worryingmuch, at least.

They were yet to have a talk about actually being in a relationship, after all, which left Mario wondering. He had been known to jump the gun a time or two on this topic in the past, however, so he was holding off on that conversation for now.

Especially since they needed to have a talk about Ben first. This one really couldn't wait, which meant the easy and carefree time of their date-turned-sleepover-turned-a-weekend-together was coming to an end as soon as Mario got out of the bathroom.

It's going to be okay, he told himself as he stared at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. He noted a few places Clay had left his marks on his body and brushed his thumb over the one above his hip.

His chances were looking good, at least.

After putting on the sweatpants and the T-shirt Clay had offered him earlier, Mario walked out into the living room, determined, only to come to a halt as he caught sight of Clay, shirtless and turned away from him as he read one of the take-out menus.

Damn.

Mario couldn't help himself. The wide expanse of Clay's shoulders narrowing down to his waist, the muscles on display under the tanned skin… All of that made it impossible for him not to come closer and put his hands on Clay's hips before kissing the top of his spine and inhaling his scent deeply.

Clay leaned into the touch and turned his head to the side. "How about Thai for lunch slash dinner?"

"Sure." Mario pulled back and went to grab his green tea. "I'm starving."

Clay's grin was a teasing one. "I'm not surprised. Anything in particular?"

"Yellow curry with tofu, please."

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