Page 139 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Why?”
“I want to see if you can tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi.”
Devan laughed and opened his mouth.
“Damn,” Jonty muttered. “Now I want to play that game where you have lots of different foods and you have to guess what they are. I suppose I could look around the room and see what I can find.”
“No food in the bedroom, remember? And apart from food, there’s only one thing I want in my mouth.”
“My foot?”
“No.”
“Your foot?”
“I’m not that flexible.” He felt Jonty settle on the bed beside him. A moment later, a condom was carefully rolled down Devan’s cock, followed by a covering of lube.
“Now you have to count to ten before you take off the blindfold. Out loud.”
“One, two—”
“In Japanese.”
“Ichi, ni, san, shi…”
“Oh, fuck right off.”
“Go, rok, shichi, hachi, kyuu, juu.”
Devan pulled the tie off and his heart stopped. Jonty lay curled up beside him, his legs over his shoulders, his semi-hard cock in his mouth.
“I can’t stay this way for long… Hard to breathe… Be quick… Hey, you know how to do that.” Jonty hooked his arms tighter under his thighs and fluttered his tongue over his dick.
“Jesus, Jonty.” Devan squirted lube onto his fingers, all over his hand and the bed, God knew where else, and pressed his index finger against Jonty’s hole. One finger, two, and… Devan couldn’t wait any longer. He knelt behind Jonty, tucked up close and slid in, all the way in, counted to three, not in Japanese, then fucked him.
He was doing fine, holding on, holding back, until Jonty looked at him, his cock in his mouth, his eyes black. Devan’s vision wavered and his balls tingled as if he’d been wired up to some battery powered circuit board. Muscles tightened as he tried to hold back his orgasm.
For a while.
A moment.
Several seconds.
Or two. “Arrggh.” Fire raced down his spine to ignite his balls. He jetted into the condom and wished there was nothing between them, wished…
He pulled back, worried he was crushing Jonty, and as Jonty let his legs fall away a little, he watched a trickle of come spurt from Jonty’s cock to hit his face. It was the kinkiest thing he’d ever seen, ever done. He hadn’t even known it was possible. He straightened Jonty’s legs and leaned over to kiss him.
“You…” Kiss. “Are…” Kiss. “One hot fuck.” Then he remembered what the male rabbit did, and he yipped and fell on his side.
Jonty’s laugh lit up his world.
BY THE TIME DEVAN WASready to leave for the meeting at McAllister’s the next morning, he’d tried several times to persuade Jonty to go with him. There was no way that Jonty was going to go, even when Brad was mentioned, and he wished Devan would just give up.
“I’ve been sacked. I’d feel awkward.” Jonty picked at the hem of his T-shirt.
“I’m not going to let you get sacked because of Ravi’s lies.”
What does it matter if you’re going to give me a job?Except Devan hadn’t said anymore about that job, other than asking him to go to London and Jonty worried.
