Page 111 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
Fuck off, Tay, but yeah, thanks for the reminder.
Jonty opened his mouth and Devan’s tongue twisted with his.
The kiss…
The taste…
This kiss…
Oh fuck…
They kissed as if they were the last people in the world, as if theyhadto do this now, because if they didn’t, something bad would happen and the chance would be taken from them. Jonty’s heart raced so fast he almost worried, thenalmostslipped intodidworry.Fuck! How fast is too fast for a heart to beat?Devan had him pressed against the wall as if they were welded to each other, and they rubbed, rocked, rolled and rutted until Jonty’s cock hurt.
He wished their clothes would dissolve. He wished he was Harry Potter and could make lube and a condom magically appear. He wished most of all that he wasn’t going to come in his jeans unless Devan did too. And if that happened, then he really hoped Devan came first.
Devan caught Jonty’s hands in his and pulled them over his head, stretching them up and forcing Jonty onto the tips of his toes. Their fingers were entwined, and Devan still kissed him, only not just his mouth, but his ears—running the tip of his tongue over Jonty’s piercings, then his eyebrow, sucking on the piercing there.Oh fuck, that is so knee-tremblingly hot. Then his chin—Christ, that was hot too. His neck…Shiiiit.
“I can feel your pulse under my tongue,” Devan whispered. “Fluttering like a little bird.”
Devan sucked his Adam’s apple and Jonty couldn’t breathe. He had the horrible, wonderful, petrifying sensation that he could actually come—first time ever—just from being kissed.
When Devan pulled back and gulped air, Jonty remembered he was supposed to breathe too, so he did, a shuddering inhale and stuttering exhale that proved he’d forgotten the most basic of life’s lessons. Breathe or you die. Devan smiled at him and it was…perfect, so open, so melting and knowing, yet somehow a bit shy and vulnerable, that Jonty understood at some level the significance of this moment was more than it might have seemed.
He wanted Devan.
Only Devan.
For ever and ever and…
Oh God, too deep, too fast.
He wanted to be fucked hard and fast with Devan’s teeth in his neck. He wanted to come so hard he forgot his name, though not the name of the guy who was making him see stars.
“Sexually compatible or not?” Devan asked.
Jonty mustered a sad sigh from the remnants of control he still possessed. “Well…”
Devan kissed him again, holding both of Jonty’s hands with one of his while the other hand tried to worm its way into the back of Jonty’s jeans. Not easy. Worse than that. Impossible.
“Your jeans are so bloody tight,” Devan muttered. “Why don’t you buy them in a bigger size?”
“Because you like the way my arse looks in these.”
Devan laughed. “Fuck it.” He switched his attention to Jonty’s button, flipped it open, lowered his zip, then tugged at his waistband.
The jeans hardly budged, but enough that when Devan’s fingers settled on the skin above the seam of Jonty’s arse, and stroked, Jonty’s entire body vibrated and he groaned into Devan’s mouth. Devan let go of his hands to clutch Jonty’s arse cheeks, his fingers sinking into his crack, and Jonty was spoiled for choice.What shall I touch first?His fingers fluttered over Devan’s back in indecision like a nervous shoplifter, before he found himself pulling Devan’s shirt out of his trousers. He’d only just begun to explore when Devan stepped out of reach, his pupils blown. “Clothes off. Now.”
Jonty had to push down on his cock, which was pressing uncomfortably against the opening of his jeans. Continuing to kiss while stripping wasn’t easy, but the only time their lips parted was when Jonty’s T-shirt came over his head.
And when Devan spoke. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
Devan dropped to his knees, licked Jonty’s cock from root to tip, and Jonty fell back, caught by the wall. Devan slid the flat of his tongue over the head of Jonty’s dick as he looked up at him, curled it around the crest, then sucked.
Jonty said something, but wasn’t sure what. Incomprehensible words fell from his mouth, punctuated by moans and cries. He wanted to watch, but the sensation was so intense, his eyelids kept fluttering closed.
“Have I actually discovered a way to shut you up?” Devan slid one hand up Jonty’s chest and squeezed the undamaged nipple.
Jonty opened his mouth and closed it without saying anything. He grabbed Devan’s hand, and sucked then kissed each fingertip in turn.
