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“Then what?”
“Eat your food,” he said firmly. “Suck my dick. Fuck me.” He smirked. “I can say all that. It’s…it’s when I’m vulnerable and not in charge, or when I feel anxious. You…mm-make me feel like I might have to beg.”
“Do you feel like you should beg now? Here?”
He shook his head. “I want to take charge of you. It’s when I resist that, or when I don’t do wh-what comes naturally, or when I feel v-v—argh.” He paused and breathed in slowly. “Vulnerable.”
Devon ate quietly for a few minutes, watching as Carl dove into his salad with gusto. He pondered his initial plans—his goals to take Carl Pink apart, to see him defenseless, and he realized he’d already done it all. He hadn’t fucked him yet or been fucked by him, but he’d made him beg, he’d seen him bare, and now he had this piece of information that so few other people probably did. This slice of the real Carl Pink.
“Hey, Carl?”
He looked up.
“Be in charge.” Carl’s eyes shifted to a gleaming moon-color, and Devon felt breathless. “Of me. Of sex. Of this weekend. You take charge. I’ll follow your lead. I already have anyway, despite my best efforts.”
“You haven’t li-liked…liked what we did?”
“Duh. Of course I did. Just I thought—why don’t you be in charge? I’ll let you.”
“But would you like it?”
“Yes.”
Carl nodded. “Finish your dinner. Then we’ll kiss on the couch. Then you’ll teach me to give better head.”
Devon gulped and almost choked on a carrot from the pot roast. “You don’t want me to give you head first?”
“I want to be good at sex,” Carl said firmly. “Not just have you give me good sex.”
“Right, because you’ll want to impress the head honchos of the music studios out there to get a record deal,” Devon said a little sourly, surprised at the weird irritation he felt at the idea of Carl sucking anyone else’s cock.
Carl’s head tilted, and he pondered Devon for a moment before saying, “If I wanted to do that, would that bother you?”
“Fuck yeah. You shouldn’t have to have sex with someone to get ahead in the world.”
Carl shrugged. “I just want to give good blow jobs to whoever I end up sucking off. It’s not about that. Why did you think it was?”
“I didn’t,” Devon said. “Not really. I just don’t want to think about you sucking a lot of cocks.”
Carl smiled and giggled. Devon’s heart stopped and started again with a kick.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just see,” Carl said.
Devon almost asked what it was Carl saw, but they both knew, so he kept his mouth shut. Silly to be getting attached after just a few shared orgasms and a confession of vulnerability. Carl had made it clear at the start he was into Devon, and it was absurd to think he could be into Carl too, just because he liked being under his hand and bossed around in bed.
Who knew?
But the kid was leaving, and Devon had a job and a college scholarship. A few lessons in sex didn’t make for strong relationship potential. Hell, it had only beenhoursso far. A few days of pleasure in the pouring rain wasn’t a recipe for a happy ending. Not when Carl was on his way across the country. Not when they were still basically strangers.
But at least Devon was going to get to suck Carl’s cock. At some point.
After Carl sucked his again.
Chapter Six
Carl’s mouth wasbig and hot, and Devon was drowning in it.
