Page 39 of Tell No One
“Er… Is that if I don’t come up to scratch?” Tag asked.
He slid open the buttons of his shirt, watching Tag watch him. Tag was palming his cock through his boxers, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip and as Delaney began to pull the shirt from his shoulders, Tag leapt at him, knocked him back and pinned him down with the material, though Delaney could have got free in a moment. His breath stuttered in his lungs.
“Can I kiss you?” Tag asked.
He didn’t wait for an answer. Delaney just lay there while Tag nuzzled him like a cat, his mouth working over his collar bone, then kissing up his neck and on to his cheek and finally, his lips. Tag kissed like a teenager, full of energy and enthusiasm, licking Delaney’s lips, sucking on his tongue, laughing and smiling as he did it. The taste of beer clicked buttons in Delaney’s head, reminding him how much he’d liked kissing when he was younger. It took a long moment before he realised Tag was lying on top of him, rocking into him, groaning into his mouth.
Then Tag lifted his head and stared into his eyes. “Three things. You can kiss me back. You’re wearing too many clothes. And why haven’t you got free?”
He rolled off and Delaney got rid of his shirt and stripped out of his trousers and boxers at the same time.
“Wow,” Tag said. “My very own Action Man with perfect abs, but luckily you’re anatomically correct. Yippee. If I pull a ring on your back, do you sayEnemy in sight. Mortar attack, dig in? Mine didn’t. It was old and broken. So I used to shout it myself along with a few other phrases.Give up or I’ll shoot you in the backside. I volunteer for this suicide mission, Sarge.I threw him out of the upstairs window of a tower block wearing a parachute I’d made. It didn’t work. I was lucky I didn’t kill anyone.” He sighed. “Only Action Man.”
Delaney chuckled. “Now you’re the one wearing too many clothes.”
Tag wriggled out of his boxers. “No surprise for you. You’ve already seen everything I have to offer. God, you’re gorgeous. I could ogle you all day.” He grinned.
Delaney wasn’t one to give compliments. Nor did he expect to receive them. Tag leaned on his side, licked his hand, then wrapped his fingers around Delaney’s cock. The breath caught in Delaney’s throat.
“I’m glad you’re not huge,” Tag said. “There’s such a thing as being too big. You’re big, but you’re not too big. I should shut up now, shouldn’t I? Because it sounds like I’m being insulting and I’m not.”
Then he somehow managed to get his head resting against Delaney’s hip while he breathed on his cock, shaky little exhalations as though his lungs weren’t operating on automatic. One lick across his slit by Tag’s soft, warm tongue and Delaney had to press his lips together to stop a whimper escaping. He came up on his elbow to watch and as if Tag felt Delaney’s eyes on him, he looked up at him and smiled.Those eyes…
“Want to tell me what to do?” Tag asked.
Delaney didn’t talk when he was fucking. Unintelligible grunts were one thing, cries of ‘yeah’, ‘there’ and ‘fuck’ maybe, but actually giving instructions? But then he never went for fucks like Tag. Little more than a kid. Looking younger than his twenty-four years. Skinny and mouthy and gorgeous and so fucking excited, along with eager and cute. Delaney was used to fucking men his own size, his own age.
“Do you need telling what to do?” Delaney asked.
Tag pulled at one of Delaney’s arms and thrust his head under Delaney’s hand. Delaney took the hint and threaded his fingers in Tag’s hair, tightening his hold. Tag’s groan rattled through him like a dose of radiation, a blast of heat that made him glad he was lying down.
“Don’t let me come too fast.” Delaney muttered the only instruction he could think of.
Tag wrapped a hand around the base of Delaney’s cock and squeezed tight, almost to the point of pain but staying on the side of pleasure.Oh fuck.That hot little tongue licked again at the slit, fluttering over it, and Delaney shuddered. When Tag moved his hand a little way up his length and squeezed again, then repeated the action, Delaney’s shudders grew stronger. The little shit was milking the precome out of him. When Tag’s fingers were close to the tip, he pressed in with his forefinger and thumb, gathered up the bead of moisture and slurped it up.
Time after time he repeated the same action, then instead of scooping up the precome, he let it slide down the head of Delaney’s cock until it caught on the ridge and Delaney thought he was going to cry out with frustration until Tag’s tongue caught the slide and the moisture was gone.
Delaney was torn between wanting to come and wanting this to go on and on. No one had ever done this to him before. Edged—yes, but not like this. Breathing was a challenge. He’d let go of Tag’s hair at some point, worried he was pulling too hard. He had no idea how long Tag had been doing this, teasing him to the point of desperation, then dragging him back from the brink. It felt like forever and yet it wasn’t long enough. Then Tag took his hand off the base and sucked harder and more rhythmically at the head. Delaney’s balls grabbed the chance. His hips jerked, and he cried out as he pumped jet after jet into Tag’s mouth.
“Fu…ck,” he gasped.
He fell back onto the blanket, still coming, still shuddering, his breathing ragged.
Then as control returned and his body became his again, Delaney became aware that Tag was licking him clean, holding his softening cock delicately in the fingers of one hand, while his other was clenched around his own cock.
Delaney wanted to say something but his brain was still floundering. Tag moved up to lie beside him, then unclenched his fist and licked his palm, and Delaney realised the kid had come into his hand. Watching him lick up his own release made something curl up tight inside Delaney’s chest.
“Did I let you come too fast?” Tag asked. “I got carried away. Next time I’ll make you wait for a minute.”
Delaney gave a quiet chuckle. “Next time you’ll probably kill me. That was…different.”
Tag’s face fell.
Delaney put his hand on Tag’s cheek and stroked it with his thumb. “Don’t frown. Good different. More than good. It was brilliant.”
And the light came back to Tag’s face.
All Delaney could think about doing was fucking him, getting inside him, driving into him but he was also aware that maybe for the first time in his life, it might not be enough.
