Page 63 of Light Up
As they ate breakfast, Corey managed to get his stockinged foot onto Tal’s lap and caressed his cock. Tal wanted to growl.
Back in their room, Corey walked around naked. He touched Tal—oh God, did he touch me—but Tal wasn’t allowed to touch him. He drove Tal insane with need and somehow knew when he’d pushed enough and allowed him to calm. But not come.
They spent two hours learning how to handle clay, both using the wheel and modelling by hand, and Tal was grateful for yet another apron that hid the state of him. Corey was covered with clay when they’d done, and was given a certificate forMost Splattered Potter.Almost everything Corey had made had looked like a cock, until it collapsed.
When it snowed again that afternoon, the two of them went for a walk. Being in the snow made Tal think about how far they’d come since the crash, how his life had changed, all the things he’d done that he’d never usually have tried. Louis would be amazed.
Corey took hold of his hand. Tal wished they didn’t need gloves, but it was bitterly cold.
“Am I doing it right?” Corey asked.
“Driving me crazy with frustration? Yes, you’re doing it right.”
“It’s driving me crazy too.” Corey laughed. “I hadn’t thought about that when I started.”
“Hey, you came this morning.” Rather spectacularly.
“And I’m going to come again in about ten minutes.”
Tal blinked snow from his lashes. What did Corey have planned?
“I just need a tree.”
Tal was no wiser. “What for?”
“You’ll see.”
They didn’t go far from the hotel. It was tiring to walk in snow that deep and Tal wanted to be sure they didn’t get lost. Corey was making for a copse of trees and Tal was sure they’d still be able to see the hotel from there, but would they be seen?
Finding the right tree was apparently important. Corey wandered from tree to tree, then stopped behind one with a large trunk. When Tal reached him, Corey had unzipped the waterproof trousers the hotel had provided, opened his jacket,stuffed his gloves somewhere and had his cock in his hand. He was already hard.Of course he is. He’s twenty-two.
“Stand in front of me with your jacket open and your cock out but you can’t touch it.”
Tal didn’t even think of saying no.
“Closer. Remember you can’t come.”
Tal bit back a groan when Corey wrapped his warm fingers around them both.
“I… I can’t,” Tal gasped.
“You’re not going to come.”
But Corey was doing everything that ensured Talwouldcome. Rubbing their cocks together, using precome so they slid in his hand. Tal’s ragged breathing was loud. He vaguely hoped no one was around but he wasn’t sure he could have stopped if they were. He tried to think of something other than what Corey was doing, distraction might stop him coming but no thought lasted longer than a couple of seconds before his mind was back on what was happening.
Corey released their cocks from his grip and Tal groaned in relief.
“Now you do what I was doing,” Corey said.
Tal stared at him open-mouthed.
“Make me come all over your cock but you’re not allowed to.”
“I don’t think…”
“Yes, you can.” Corey smiled at him.
“I can’t.”
