Smiling, he kept on teasing the soft skin behind his balls while Ollie panted, gasping for air, legs trembling. Then, with a sweep of his hand, Joel traced his fingers back down the crease of Ollie’s groin and over the quivering muscle of his thigh. With Joel’s hand no longer between them, Ollie sank back down with a desperate groan. His rigid cock was flushed and glistening, and Joel was about two minutes away from blowing his stack. But he didn’t want to, not yet.
“Ollie.” He bit out the word against his rising orgasm. Ollie gazed at him with dark, sex-befuddled eyes and watched as Joel ran his hand up over Ollie’s chest to his kiss-swollen lips. “Suck,” he growled, and with a groan Ollie took two fingers into his mouth, his clever tongue twining around them.
Joel shuddered, helplessly thrusting up into Ollie’s body. He could feel his release bearing down like a train on the tracks. Inevitable, relentless. Slipping his fingers free, he wrapped them around Ollie’s straining cock and grinned as he groaned in relief. Joel jerked him hard and Ollie went wild, thrusting down onto Joel’s cock and up into his fist, eyes closed, head twisting back and forth as he lost himself in utter abandon. When he came it was with a shout, pulsing in long thick strands over Joel’s hand and onto his stomach. And that was it, that was enough. Joel came with sudden blinding intensity, a rush of emotion so powerful it left him reeling. He felt raw, undone. Utterly exposed. And then Ollie collapsed forward, and Joel caught him, cradling him close. He couldn’t keep him close enough. “Fuck,” Ollie breathed raggedly into his neck. “Joel. Fuckinghell.”
To his horror, Joel’s eyes prickled with tears, his throat thick with emotion. All he could do was stroke Ollie’s back and press kisses into his damp hair. He was still half-hard when Ollie lifted himself off, but his heart was soft as mush. Melting like snow in sunshine. This boy, this beautiful boy. He nuzzled Ollie’s jaw, mouthing along the sharp line of it, kissing until he reached Ollie’s soft, sated mouth. Tangling his fingers in his hair, Joel kissed him and kissed him again to keep his own dumb lips from forming words he’d regret.
It was the most intense sexual experience of Joel’s life.
For a long time after, they lay where they’d fallen, wrapped in each other, trading tender touches and soft smiles. Joel gazed into Ollie’s dazed eyes and stroked his face, his tangled hair, overwhelmed by a powerful protectiveness. It washed over him in waves, cresting, subsiding, and then swelling once more, each wave more terrifying in its intensity and thrilling in its honesty than the last.
So much for keeping things casual.