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“You are going to let me come?” Tal asked.
“Yes. I didn’t want to mess up your chances in the talent show. Lie on the bed on your back. Feet on the floor. Legs spread. Hands above your head. Close your eyes. And be patient.”
When Tal felt Corey’s soft hair between his thighs he trembled.
“You’re not to come until I tell you that you can.”
Corey squeezed the base of Tal’s cock, almost but not quite to the point of pain and Tal released a breathy moan. When Corey moved his hand up by just a couple of centimetres and squeezed again, Tal’s cry was loud.
“Oh God,” he gasped.
A few more centimetres, another squeeze, then the same again and again until Tal couldn’t keep his hips still.
“Open your eyes now,” Corey ordered. “Watch.”
The next squeeze brought a large bead of precome from his slit and they both watched it slide down the head, over the ridge and onto his shaft.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tal moaned.
As the silky liquid was about to reach his fingers, Corey took his hand off Tal’s dick and licked it, dragging his tongue over and around the crest.
“Don’t ask if you can come. The answer is not until I’m ready.”
Corey repeated the same thing, over and over until Tal could barely breathe. Milking him. Then he cradled Tal’s balls and worked them down, took the pressure off before he sucked at the head of his cock. Tiny little sucks that sent Tal sprinting towards release, until a press of Corey’s thumb in the right place—or wrong maybe—stopped him in his tracks.
A dry orgasm. Something Tal had experienced before. It felt good, halfway to release, but not as good as the real thing. He shifted between pain and pleasure and watching Corey do this to him was hardly bearable. Tal heard himself pleading. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open, let alone keep breathing. He was so tense, he was sure that when he snapped, a part of him would break.
“You’re doing so well,” Corey whispered. “Really well. Another thirty minutes.”
“I can’t.”
“Three minutes?”
“Corey,” Tal managed to say.
“Three seconds. Fine. Now you can come but in my mouth.”
Tal brought himself up, pushing his cock between Corey’s lips as he came, hips jerking, his entire body shaking, overwhelmed with the relief of finally being able to come. His toes curled, his eyes rolled back into his skull and he felt as if his cock was on fire. Come was seeping out of the corners of Corey’s mouth as he struggled to swallow and Tal wrapped his arms around him and clung as tightly as he could. And Corey hugged him back, stroking his arms, leaning over to kiss his cheek until Tal had calmed.
That car crash was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Fifteen
Corey didn’t know what aftercare Tal wanted or needed. It wasn’t something they’d discussed, but Tal had come so hard Corey knew he needed to do something. Though it was Tal hugging him that made Corey feel able to hug him back. Corey only let him go when Tal slightly loosened his hold. As Tal half-stumbled over to the bathroom, Corey was at his side, ready to catch him if he fell. Tal said nothing so neither did Corey, but his head buzzed with questions.
Was that okay? Was it what you wanted? Was there anything I could have done better? Are you pleased? Shocked? Happy? Did I make you wait too long? Not long enough?But he stayed quiet until Tal began to get dressed without having spoken.
“We don’t have to do the talent show,” Corey said.We could stay here and talk.Except he suspected Tal didn’t want to talk.
“You signed us up so it’s not fair to let them down.”
Fine. Tal didn’t want to talk. Which meant Corey’s imagination was not going to do him any favours.I was crap.
Corey tuned his guitar and Tal sat and watched. Tal had sort of withdrawn into himself and Corey had no idea if that was a good thing or not. He really needed Tal to tell him but he’d give him space and time.
When they entered the dining room, a stage had been erected at the far end and there were spotlights shining down on a piano, a mic on a stand and an all-white Christmas tree Corey didn’t think he’d seen before. There were more Christmas trees in this hotel than in a shopping mall. Instead of the larger tables, there were clusters of smaller ones.
Tal led Corey to a table at the side of the room and they’d barely sat down before a waiter asked them what they wanted to drink. Corey asked for a mojito, Tal had a beer. The roomgradually began to fill around them. Corey was still struggling over what to say and he always hadsomethingto say. The longer he remained quiet, the more uncomfortable he felt. Tal slid his hand over his and squeezed his fingers but when Corey glanced at him, Tal wasn’t looking his way.
