Page 64 of Light Up
“You can.”
“Thank you for thinking I can, but—”
Corey put his finger on Tal’s lips. “Try.”
So Tal tried because Corey asked him to and every drag of his fist over the two of them was torture, was heaven. The pleasure in it was pulling him apart.
“You can do it!” Corey’s breathing was ragged now. “Make me come. I’m close.”
Tal was desperate not to let him down. Except he was going to fail, going to fucking die if he didn’t come… Corey took his chin, lifted his head, stared into his eyes and said, “I believe in you.”
Then Corey was coming, gasping, spurting over Tal’s fingers, over both their cocks and the pain in holding back, the despair of not joining him brought tears to Tal’s eyes. He was shaking, barely able to stand. He closed his eyes and found himself pressed back against the tree, grateful to have the trunk behind him. Then he yelped as Corey wiped a handful of snow over his cock.
“What the…” he gasped.
“I’m doing it too.” Corey grabbed another handful of snow, then yelped, jumped around and yelped some more.
Tal laughed. Corey pressed him back against the tree, zipped him up, fastened his jacket, then zipped himself up before leaning in to give Tal a kiss.
“You are stunning,” he whispered.
By the time they went down for the evening meal, for which the dress code wassmart,Corey still hadn’t let him come. For the last three hours Tal had hovered betweenoh fuck, I cannot do thisandthank God I’ve lost my erectiononly for Corey to find a way to make him hard again.
Tal was wearing his suit and Corey was in his jeans, pink T-shirt sayingNobody Knows I’m Gayand a short black military jacket with turn-back lapels and lots of shiny buttons. He’d redone his purple nail polish, applied eye liner and looked amazing.
“Everyone is wearing a suit,” Corey muttered.
“And you look better than anyone else.”
“Not better than you. That would be impossible.”
“Has no one ever told you how beautiful you are?” Tal brushed the back of his hand against Corey’s fingers.
“No one that meant it.” He leaned in close. “Never someone who needs my permission to come. I can’t be bribed.”
Tal smiled. “Would you like a mojito?”
Corey whined. “Maybe I can be bribed.”
They were eating in a different room from before, set up with round tables with eight chairs. There was a seating plan at the door. They were towards the back of the room, and Corey led the way to where they were sitting.
“It looks fantastic in here,” Corey whispered.
It did. Christmas trees decorated with blue and white ornaments lined the edges of the room and the tables had little white Christmas trees in the middle. There was a shiny blue Christmas cracker across every place setting. The glasses and cutlery sparkled. Corey leaned over to straighten Tal’s cutlery and his lungs locked.
As others joined them, they stood up to shake hands. Calvin and Diana Parkman, Harry Jones and Shen Wang, Lucas and Charlotte Sinclair. They were all in their forties and fifties. This was precisely the sort of social occasion Tal hated, having to make conversation with strangers.
“Can we pull the cracker?” Corey asked.
Tal offered him the end of his. It broke at Corey’s end and Tal tipped out the contents on the table. Silver dice. They were actually silver. Tal could see the hallmark.
“What’s your joke?” Corey asked.
Tal unfolded it. “What do you call a bunch of chess players bragging in a hotel lobby?”
“I’ve no idea.”
“Chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.” Tal tsked.
