Page 137 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
Devan bent to take his cock in his mouth.
“Oh right, you’re going to do that. Yes, then.”
Devan fluttered his tongue over the head, lapping up precome.
Jonty gasped as Devan swallowed him down. “You’re going to ruin your appetite.”
That was all he said. All that was coherent. His fingers threaded Devan’s hair and held tight. Devan let him take control and Jonty’s ragged breathing echoed around the room. But Devan pulled back, took control again and strung Jonty out even as Jonty pleaded with him.
“Please. Ah God. I need to come. Now. Bastard. No, kind, lovely guy. Now. I can’t… I really can’t…”
The buzzer on the oven went off as Jonty exploded into Devan’s mouth.
“Fucking hell,” Jonty gasped. “Was that perfect timing or what?”
THE PIZZA WAS SO GOOD, even with the holes, that Devan wondered why he’d never made one before. But then, it was making them with Jonty that made the difference. They sat on a rug with their backs to the couch and Jonty kept up a running commentary on how his tasted.
“Juicy, fruity—which is a shock because there’s no pineapple on this. Yum yum. Look how it oozes. Cave-aged cheddar is much better than mozzarella. This tastes of diamonds and stalactites… And meat! Which is even more amazing. I could write menus, right?”
“No. You smothered yours with Parma ham. That’s meat.”
Jonty gaped at him. “Is it?”
“Hurry up and finish. That hot tub is calling.”
IT WAS DARK BY THE TIMEthey went outside, but the lights were on beneath the bubbling water. Devan grabbed a couple of towels and Jonty carried two more bottles of beer.
“I read the house rules,” Jonty said. “No eating or drinking in the bedrooms. No cooking tripe. No entertaining aliens. No glass in the hot tub. So be careful. No lurching at me and dragging me underwater. Well, not until the bottles are safe.”
Jonty sighed as he climbed in. “Oh my God, this is bliss.”
Devan left the towels within reach and joined him. Jonty was right. Itwasbliss. He took the bottle Jonty offered and took a swallow of cold beer.
“Look up,” Jonty said.
The stars were clear and bright. “Northumberland skies are incredible. Too much light pollution in London.”
“Look left. That’s the International Space Station crossing the sky.”
“Not that incredible,” Devan pointed out. “It’s a plane.”
“Oh.” Jonty shuffled round until he was next to Devan and Devan put his arm over Jonty’s shoulder.
“This is a first for me,” Jonty said. “I’ve never been in a hot tub before. I can’t remember the last time I had a bath.” He paused. “Obviously, I do shower regularly. At least once a month. Can you fuck in water? I’ve not done that either. I am such an innocent.”
“Is that a question you actually want an answer to?”
Jonty nodded.
“Out of the water, sitting on the edge or a step—yes, but not under the water. I’m not saying it’s impossible, but no lubricant.”
“Unless you’re a merman. They have self-lubricating bits.”
Devan hesitated. “You do know there’s no such thing?”
Jonty clutched his heart. “But I read a book…Mermen Rising. There’s like a double meaning to that. Right? Clever author. Rising through the water and—”
“I get it.” Devan laughed. “Since we’re not mermen, we’ll sit here and groan for a while as the jets caress our backs and any other parts we can get in front of them, then go inside and fuck like bunnies.”
