Page 30 of Finding Michael

“You think?” Michael crinkled his nose, but didn’t pull away.

“I do. We’ve both grown some, but then he came into our lives. He was there for most of mine, but a summer of yours. He saw potential. I’m sure some of how he felt about you was clouded by his own experiences. He must’ve felt strange about coming out. Then you showed up. Being gay was acceptable. You could be liberated and he didn’t see how.”

Michael sighed again, but said nothing.

“Then there’s me. I’m the child of wealth. My mother married into it. If my mother had her way, I’d be in a posh penthouse in New York, allowing everyone to wait on me and living it up. I’d be seen and decadent. I’d be an asshole and I certainly wouldn’t be happy.” Tristan rounded the table and knelt beside Michael. He grasped Michael’s hand again. “I don’t understand how he knew, but throwing us together like this seems fated. I keep telling you we’d be epic.”

“You’re missing screws.” Michael half-laughed. “But I can’t argue.”

“So, what do we do?” Tristan crawled between Michael’s knees. “I’ve got a whole slew of ideas.”

“Stay tonight.” Michael cupped Tristan’s jaw in both hands. “Stay with me.”

“Yes.” He nodded. He couldn’t think of anywhere else he wanted to be. Tristan settled in the vee of Michael’s legs and kissed him. The more he touched and learned about Michael, the more he wanted him. He nibbled on Michael’s bottom lip, then licked the seam of his mouth. He bumped noses with Michael and embraced the immediacy of being with him.

“Tristan.” Michael smoothed his palms over Tristan’s shoulders. “You’re sure?”

“I am.” He slid his hands under Michael’s shirt. Damn. The man wasn’t lacking in the strength department. He couldn’t wait to unwrap his new toy. A moan erupted from his throat. He ground his belly against the bulge in Michael’s pants. He resumed kissing Michael. Their teeth clashed a couple of times, but he didn’t care. He swallowed Michael’s groan.

“Damn.” Michael pushed him away for a moment. “I need to catch my breath. You stole it.”

“I wanted it more.” He rubbed his nose along Michael’s. “I want you.” He opened Michael’s pants. “Like now.”

“Fuck.” Michael shifted his hips. He planted his back against the chair long enough for Tristan to shove the jeans and boxer shorts down his thighs.

Tristan licked his lips. Michael wasn’t hurting in the dick department, either. He couldn’t wait to taste him. Instead of plunging in, he paused. “Have you been tested lately?” He’d picked a silly time to ask that, but the words tumbled out faster than he could think about what was going on. “Sorry.” He curled his fingers around Michael’s shaft and stroked. “Bad timing, but… Are you?”

“You’ve…yeah.” Michael blew out a long breath. “Neither of us will be clean in a moment when I blow.” He gripped the arms of the chair. “Yeah, I’ve been tested. Being single for the last year tends to help. Anything else you want to know while you’re jerking me off?”

“Nah. I’m good. Clean, too. Just wanted to be safe.” He wanted to devour Michael, too. Seeing him there, so loose and happy, pleased Tristan.

“I have rubbers.” Michael slid down in the seat and moaned. “Keep stroking. It’s good.”

“I can be better than good.” He dragged his tongue down the underside of Michael’s shaft. The man had a beautiful dick. Thick enough to make an impression and with just enough curve to touch him in the right spots. He flicked his tongue across the knobby head.

“Jesus.” Michael threaded his fingers into Tristan’s hair. He didn’t push or force. He rocked his hips. “Yes. Feels good.”

Perfect.He bobbed his head, taking Michael to the back of his throat before pulling most of the way back. He buried his nose in Michael’s pubic hair. The tangy scent of Michael wrapped around him. He’d never get enough of the librarian.

“That’s hot.” Michael spread his legs, despite the pants and underwear tangled up around his ankles.

Tristan caressed Michael’s sac. Michael jerked forward and rammed his dick down Tristan’s throat. He froze, then pulled free from Tristan. “Sorry,” Michael whispered. “Got carried away.”

He let go of the tip of Michael’s erection with a pop. “You’re fine.” He rose on his knees and kissed Michael. “I like an eager lover. Then I know I’m pleasing him.”

“You are.” Michael’s voice came out ragged. His breathing turned shallow and pre-cum shimmered on the tip of his dick. “More?”

The pleading in Michael’s words rang straight through to Tristan’s soul. He had to put him out of his misery. Tristan resumed bobbing his head and increased his speed. He curled his tongue along Michael’s shaft. Each moan from Michael and tug on Tristan’s hair spurred Tristan on. He swallowed Michael deep.

“Tristan.” Michael tensed and rocked his hips. His movements turned feral. He hissed. “Can’t. Hold. Back.”

“Then don’t.” Tristan nuzzled Michael’s dick. He met Michael’s gaze. “Now,” he said around Michael’s cock.

Michael moaned and shoved his shaft down Tristan’s throat once more. Hot cum filled Tristan’s mouth. Instead of pulling back, he held fast. He wanted everything Michael could give him.

“Tristan.” Michael panted and sagged in the chair. “Damn.”

Tristan chuckled to himself, then licked Michael clean. He sat back on his heels. “Good?”

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