Page 80 of Love It or List It
Austin nudged the bottle braced between his thighs.“The wine’s not really necessary.”
Linda had messaged midafternoon when the Romanos were serving up the Christmas feast, which Austin hadn’t seen until his kitchen self-banishment.
I’ve stolen your dog for the day so you don’t have to worry about her.The cats are in the breezeway.Merry Christmas and see you in the morning!
Now Austin thought warmly of her as he considered the empty house that awaited.Nothing and no one stood between him and Joe enjoying each other the moment they walked in.The moment they shed their boots and coats, Austin pounced.
He twined his arms around Joe’s shoulders and pulled him into a scorching kiss.After two days of family time and Christmas cheer and tradition, Austin was warmed from toes to head, full of happiness and affection like he couldn’t remember.And he had Joe to thank.
He had very specific thoughts about how to thank him.
“Fuck,” Joe whispered, sucking bruises into Austin’s neck.
Austin moaned and agreed, “Yes, that.”
Joe chuckled.“Thinking about fucking me again?”
Austin had definitely thought about that since the first night.But he was also aware of the deal they’d struck.He licked his lips and said, “I think it’s your turn.”
Joe froze, then pulled back enough to look Austin in the eye.“Are you sure?”
Austin didn’t bottom with his random hookups.He didn’t trust them enough to be so vulnerable.But Joe wasn’t a random hookup.
Instead of answering aloud, he leaned in for another kiss.Hopefully the passionate press of lips and tongue would hide his uncertainty.Besides, it didn’t need to be his favorite physical experience if it brought him closer to Joe in this specific intimate way.
Joe gripped his hips and guided him backward, pushing and shoving him with a clear goal in mind, but when Austin pulled back to gasp for air, he found they were farther from the master bedroom, not closer.
“What?”
“I had an idea about you and the table.”
Austin swallowed, flushing at the thought.“The table?”
“Well, you did make it hip height for me.”
“Oh.”He swallowed, flushing with heat.“A happy accident.”
“Think our work is strong enough to hold you?”
“Only one way to find out.”
“I’ve got faith in us,” Joe said, and then he gripped Austin under the thighs and hoisted him onto the table.
Austin grunted and pushed his tongue into Joe’s mouth to muffle it.Manhandling hadn’t been a major feature in his sex life before, but it looked like Joe was keen to make it a regular occurrence.
The next few minutes passed in a blur of kisses and touches and hasty clothing removal.
“The problem,” Austin gasped as Joe bit his neck.
“Hmm?”
“Wha—?Oh, the problem with the table is the lack of, of lube—oh!”
Joe pulled back and arched an eyebrow.“That’s not a problem,” he asserted.Then he pulled up a chair as if settling in for a feast and then… got eating.
Austin arched his back, stunned by the touch of Joe’s tongue against his hole.He’d never—
Joe didn’t seem to have any such inexperience.He pressed in so he could lick, swipe, and stab.With nothing else to grab apart from the smooth surface of the island, Austin tangled his fingers in his own hair and gasped at the ceiling, stunned.His thighs trembled under Joe’s hands, Joe’s fingers pressing into the muscle as he held Austin open.There’s a tongue—that’s Joe’s tongue in my ass, oh my God.The filthy thought made it hotter.So did the dirty, sloppy, wet sounds Joe was making.The longer he ate, the louder he got, and the louder Austin got in turn.He couldn’t… he—
