Page 140 of Tell No One
“I’ll be gentle. I’ve got my whole hand in there now and you didn’t even realise, did you?”
Delaney laughed and as his muscles relaxed, felt another finger penetrate him.
“I’m going to show you how to multitask.” Tag wrapped his other hand around his own cock and groaned as he stroked himself. He was sliding his fingers in and out of Delaney in the same rhythm, his eyelids fluttering as he tipped his head back. Two fingers turned into three and Delaney swallowed hard at the burn, but the distraction of watching Tag jerk off was working. Except now his own cock was desperate, the head wet with precome and no one touching it.
Tag came upright, his eyes glassy. He gasped “Condom,” and fumbled on the bed.
A word that suddenly made this real and Delaney felt his fingers uncurling from their hold.
“Okay?” Tag asked.
Delaney nodded. Coherent speech was beyond him. Not throwing Tag off the bed only just within his control.
“You’re not to assume that because I’m faffing around putting the condom on that I’ve not done this before. I’ve practised lots of times on bananas.”
Tag pushed Delaney’s legs up again, moved closer and when he felt the touch of Tag’s cock against his body, Delaney held his breath.
“You have to take a breath, Macbeth. In and out, Smout. You know how to make this work, Kirk.”
“Shut up and do it.”
They were both glistening with perspiration. Tag sucked his lip when he pushed against him and Delaney registered that Tag was nervous too.
“That’s one inch. Ten to go,” Tag said.
Delaney laughed, Tag slid all the way in and they both froze. Then Tag leaned forward to kiss him and the brush of Tag’s stomach against his cock made Delaney groan. The kiss was soft and sweet and too short, because when Tag pulled back, he started to move, gently at first, then harder.That place…All Delaney could do was wonder why the fuck he’d not done this before. He was a groaning mess, struggling to breathe at the same time as plead. Aloud or in his head, he didn’t care.There, there, yes, fuck, harder, oh God, again, again, fuck, fuck, fuuuck.
It seemed perfect timing when Tag put his hand around Delaney’s straining dick to bring him off, while he kissed him and kept fucking him, and Delaney’s hands moved from the headboard to Tag’s arse to pull him on. Delaney came in such a rush, he lost control of everything. His body, his mouth, his life. His hips were jerking as he emptied himself between them, then Tag came too, stiffening against him, his mouth still against Delaney’s, Delaney swallowing Tag’s yelp, then his cries.
They came down together, Tag a crumpled mess at Delaney’s side and Delaney only belatedly thought to check Tag was okay, that he lay on his side and not his stomach. Then he remembered that Taghadbeen on his stomach and he couldn’t have stopped him anyway. He turned to look at him. Tag was breathing heavily but smiling.
“Have I converted you to the dark side?” Tag asked. “Was it okay?”
“Maybe.”
Tag put an outraged look on his face.
“Okay, more than maybe.”
Tag cuddled up to him. “Areweokay? You’re not going to make me leave?”
“Talk to me about what you want to do.” Delaney threaded his fingers with Tag’s.
“What about Canada?” Tag whispered. “Not too out in the middle of nowhere. You’re right about the pots. I do want to make them and sculpt animals. I’m not sure what you’d want to do. Other than the cleaning.”
Delaney wondered what Tag was doing when he pushed his hand under the pillow but he came out with the toy otter.
“What’s that doing there?” Delaney asked.
“He needs to be involved in our decisions.”
“Right.” Delaney shook his head. “How old are you?”
“You bought it for me. You’re sweet.”
“If you want to share my bed, you’ll never say I’m sweet again.”
“You’re sweet.”
