Page 32 of Reinventing Cato
Vigge smiled.
Cato squeezed Vigge’s shaft, ran his thumb over the crest and Vigge’s hoarse cry echoed around the room.
“Quiet!” snapped a voice on the TV and they both jerked, then laughed.
“Did you leave that on to disguise the noise you’ll probably make?” Cato asked. “Or is there something you want to watch in case you get bored?”
“What do you think?”
Cato slid his fingernail into the slit at the head of Vigge’s cock and Vigge arched his back.
Cato bit his lip. “Lean up against the headboard.”
He trailed his tongue down Vigge’s chest, licking and sucking his nipples before continuing down to his navel. Vigge’s breathing turned choppy as Cato teased him, skin fluttering under his tongue. Fingers speared Cato’s hair and as he slowly licked over and around the crest of Vigge’s cock, he looked up into his face.
“Maybe there is something better than sticky toffee pudding.”
“Oh fuck,” Vigge whispered.
Cato mouthed down the length of Vigge’s dick until he reached where his fingers were clamped around the base.
“Pineapple-flavoured lube?” Cato asked.
Vigge reached under the pillow and his fingers came back with a sachet of lube and a condom.
“Okay to start with a blowjob?” Cato smiled. “Because really, faced with this wonder of the world, how can I not?” He licked Vigge’s cock.
“Uh…”
“Ah, incoherent on one lick.” Cato opened his mouth, enveloped the top inch of Vigge’s dick and sucked hard. The bittersweet taste exploded on his tongue and he shivered. His eyes slid closed even though he tried to keep them open because he wanted to see Vigge’s expression. He teased, licked, sucked, nibbled, did everything he could to drive Vigge to the edge, while he kept tight hold of the base of Vigge’s dick to stop him falling too soon.
Vigge widened his legs and stroked Cato’s hair. Cato only lifted his head to tear the top off the sachet of lube, then he was back on Vigge’s shaft. One hand still around his cock, the fingers of his other, wet with lube, were stroking the delicate strip of flesh between Vigge’s arsehole and balls. Vigge tensed, but didn’t stop him. Cato sucked hard and fast while he slid his finger over and around the entrance to Vigge’s body. He kept his touch light as Vigge’s fingers tightened in his hair.
Gently stroking and massaging, Cato worked his way inside really slowly, edging back and forth until he could get all of one finger in. When he caressed the prostate, he found himself lifted off the bed as Vigge reared up. Cato couldn’t stand this being done to him for long and he suspected Vigge would struggle to hold off coming.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” Vigge gasped. “If you don’t want to swallow, you need to move.”
Cato removed his hand from the base of Vigge’s cock and took as much of him into his mouth as he could, while he kept fingering his hole. Vigge’s cock heated and thickened, and he cried out as he came. Cato kept swallowing and swallowing, come slipping from the corners of his mouth. Vigge’s chest heaved as he gulped air. Cato found himself being hauled up so he was on his knees between Vigge’s thighs.
“Come on me,” Vigge panted.
“Don’t blink.”
Vigge rubbed his thumb over the head of Cato’s cock and Cato shuddered. His orgasm started somewhere behind his eyes and flashed like lightning through his body. Cato loved these few seconds of impending orgasm almost as much as actually coming. He cried out with every burst that jetted from his cock and sprayed over Vigge’s chest. Vigge’s hands slid to his backside, pulled him on top of him and held him tight.
That was so good. So good. Don’t go to sleep! Don’t…
Cato couldn’t keep his eyes open. Lulled by the beat of Vigge’s heart, he couldn’t stop himself from…
Vigge’s heart pounded hard in his head. Cato lay asleep on top of him, glued to him by his come, his mouth curved in a slight smile. God, he’s gorgeous. But…I donotdo this.He never gave lifts to strangers. He never kissed like that. Kissing and kissing, unable to stop. The only thing hehadstuck to was not having sex with anyone unless they knew it was a one-off, because the risks were too great. His job and his personal life had to stay separate.
Though, as for it being a one-off, he was less sure about that than he had been. It had to be a one-off for him, but all that business about collecting first kisses… He realised he was stroking Cato’s back, his fingers straying to his arse, and he moved his hand. He’d spent the entire car journey alert to every movement Cato made, to each word that came out of his mouth. He was cute, funny and smart. Vigge usually went for strong, silent types. The dumber the better. Not mouthy flirts who were doing doctorates. Cato ticked so few of Vigge’s boxes, yet somehow, he’d come to tick all of them.
Every glance at Cato as Vigge had driven them to this point had been a rehearsal for them being in bed. When he’d looked at Cato’s hands, he’d imagined them around his cock. Just as he had with Cato’s mouth. Reality had surpassed his imagination. He never did this, but here he was—doing this.
No one needed to know. Cato wouldn’t live anywhere near him. Would he? The chances were small, but what if he did? Vigge bit back his sigh. Too late for second thoughts, yet he was having them.
“That was hot,” Cato mumbled. “You knocked me unconscious.” He chuckled.
