Page 20 of Sheep Calm and Merry On
“What are you playing them tonight?”
Well, if he was going to have an audience who could talk back—“Figured I’d go with a holiday classic,” he said, and then plucked out the opening notes of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”
Truthfully, the song was too fucking long and Devon had forgotten half the words, but he and Noah made up half a verse and closed it out to giggles and sheep bleats, and then they offended Nelson by locking him out of Devon’s bedroom.
“What,” Noah said, bright with anticipation, “no romantic firelight this time?”
Devon already had him by the waist and was pulling him in for a kiss, but he paused, considered. “I mean, we could lock Nelson in here instead—”
He was cut off when Noah kissed him.
If their first kiss had been for show, this one was all feel—Noah’s chilly fingers curled in the flannel of Devon’s shirt, his soft lips under Devon’s and the warm puff of breath from his nose. He still tasted vaguely of pumpkin-pie spice from dessert, he smelled like gravy, and he sounded like the heavy thud of Devon’s heart coming back to life.
Devon was halfway in love with him after two days, and the idea didn’t even scare him.
They didn’t bother taking their time undressing. Devon’s house still didn’t have the world’s greatest insulation. They stripped and then dove under the covers and warmed each other with open hands and open mouths. Devon found a ticklish spot along Noah’s rib cage. Noah squirmed and arched and—okay, hello, that was Noah’s dick that had just left a damp trail along Devon’s stomach. Devon should investigate that more closely.
“Hey,” he said, half into Noah’s mouth, half against his chin as he moved lower, “can I suck your dick?”
The dick in question left another smear on Devon’s skin. Noah gasped and arched as Devon bit gently over his Adam’s apple. “It’s all yours.”
Oh, Devon liked the sound of that. He nipped the side of Noah’s neck, the dip of his collarbone.
“I haven’t—haven’t been with anyone since Tommy, so—”
Right, right. Head in the game, Hughes. Devon stopped before he could duck under the covers. “Full disclosure, I’ve had everything you can cure with antibiotics.” He sucked a bite between Noah’s pecs and was rewarded with a full-body shiver. “Nothing now, though.”
Noah was laughing when he pushed Devon’s head under the blankets.
It had been a while for Noah and even longer for Devon, so he didn’t try to draw it out. He wanted Noah’s cock in his mouth too much. But he did savor it—the heft of him on his tongue, the salty taste, the muffled gasps from the head of the bed. Noah’s dick was long and slender and probably very pretty, and Devon was a little sad he couldn’t see anything under here, but they’d have time. They had all night, all week, all year. Maybe even longer.
He didn’t need eyes to appreciate Noah’s ass anyway. He grabbed a double handful of firm, smooth muscle as he pushed his mouth down over Noah’s cock, savoring Noah’s groan, the burst of flavor on his tongue. When he ghosted his fingers down Noah’s crack, he was rewarded with splayed legs and a choked-off moan, and he sent up a prayer of thanks to whatever pagan god was responsible for twink Muppets who were into assplay.
He wasn’t stopping to find lube, though, so Noah would have to make do with the discount brand. He shoved two fingers into his mouth to get them wet and put them back where they belonged, and then traced tight circles over Noah’s hole while he lapped at the head of his cock. He sounded so good. He tasted so good. He felt so good.
Everything after that went hot and kind of hazy, fuzzy around the edges. Devon pushed his index finger against the rim of Noah’s ass until it gave, and then pushed farther when he swore and his balls tightened. Under Devon’s steadying hand, the muscles of Noah’s stomach went taut.
Devon’s mouth watered. His own erection leaked against his thigh.
“Fuck,” came Noah’s low, tortured voice, muffled by the blankets. His breathing came louder. “Devon, I’m gonna—”
Good. Devon took Noah’s cock as deep as it could go, swallowing around it and curling his finger just right, until Noah clenched tight around him. Then he pulled back to suck the head while he was coming and tongued over the slit as Noah thrashed above him, until—
Until neither of them could take it anymore. Devon threw the covers back to see Noah slack-mouthed and red with pleasure. He kissed him with his own taste in his mouth and reached down to fist himself, rough to the point of cruelty.
Noah groaned into his mouth and joined his hand with Devon’s, pulled back panting, lips shiny. “Do it,” he said urgently, as if he hadn’t just spent in Devon’s mouth. As if he was on the edge again too. “Come on me.”
Jesus. Since he asked so nicely.
Devon thumbed the head of his dick and pointed it at Noah’s. White ropes of come splattered against his softening cock, striped over his balls, his stomach. He looked obscene. He was the best thing Devon had ever laid eyes on.
“So,” Devon said, numb. His head rang. “You’re kinda bossy.”
“Mmm,” Noah agreed, looking smug. He trailed his fingers through the mess on his belly. “You kinda like it.”
“Apparently.”
Noah stretched and wriggled over on the bed to make room. “Don’t worry, you can be captain next time.”
