he offered instead. He hadn’t wanted to switch before, but tonight he just couldn’t seem to work up the energy to take charge.
“Shhh.” Carlo came up off his knees in one fluid motion, pulling Garrett with him so they were both stretched out on the bed. Carlo lay half on top of him, and his warmth seeped along the length of Garrett’s body. “I don’t think this is a good time to make any big changes.”
Carlo’s hands threaded through Garrett’s hair, lightly massaging his scalp. It felt good, not stimulating. Just…good. Then Carlo’s lips came down in soft presses against his forehead, his eyelids, the corners of his mouth, and all Garrett could think about was how soft and warm they were and how odd that something so delicate could feel so good.
Carlo finally touched their lips together, and Garrett realized he could taste again. For the first time, the taste of Carlo didn’t make him frantic to grapple for more. Instead, it fed something in him, soothing the numbness into pleasure.
He made a little moan of protest when Carlo’s mouth left his, but by that time other parts of his body were waking up and approved of the direction that mouth was headed. Carlo took his time getting there, still using those warm hands to stroke and pet, chasing away the last of the chill.
Garrett thought briefly that he needed to make an effort. It felt odd to lay here, Carlo doing all the work, but, when he tried to move, Carlo pressed him into the bed.
“Shhh. Be still.”
Carlo’s mouth finally reached its destination and slid over him, shattering the numbness into sharp sensation.
Being still became impossible.
He gave up on any kind of reciprocation, fisted his hands in Carlo’s hair, and arched himself into his partner. When he hit the back of Carlo’s throat, Garrett didn’t just hear Carlo’s moan; he felt it. The vibrations travelled through his dick and sent lightning bolts up his spine to the base of his skull.
“Oh god. Do that again.” Selfish .
Carlo adjusted the angle of his head, wrapped his hands around Garrett’s hips to pull him closer, and swallowed him down.
Hot. Slick. Good. Over and over. So good.
Not enough.
“Carlo, I need—” What?
But Carlo seemed to know. On the next thrust he opened his mouth even wider until….
Until Garrett felt like he had been swallowed whole.
Until he hit—yes— there .
Until Carlo’s throat closed around him and the vibrations hit like a freight train before Garrett could even process Carlo’s guttural sound of pleasure.
Until Garrett’s eyes rolled back in his head.
Until Carlo swallowed and swallowed and finally buried his face against Garrett’s limp body.
Until Garrett thought he might be able to sleep after all.
He felt Carlo move and heard him removing his clothes. Then Carlo climbed back into bed, shifted Garrett into a better position, and pulled the sheets over them. Carlo’s arms were around Garrett, his half-hard cock pressed against Garrett’s back.
That was wrong. Inconsiderate to leave Carlo that way. But cocooned in the heat of his partner’s arms, he couldn’t even manage to lift his eyelids.
“You should go home,” he managed. “Get some rest.”
“Yes.”
But Garrett drifted asleep before Carlo moved.
Chapter Nine
Garrett was gone when Carlo woke up.
How did he keep sneaking out like that? Carlo didn’t think of himself as a particularly heavy sleeper, but the last thing he remembered was clutching Garrett to his chest like a giant teddy bear.
Of course part of it might be that Carlo had been awake half the night, and he was a guy who needed his full eight hours. Garrett, on the other hand, was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after six hours, fully functional on five hours, and could produce drop-dead gorgeous food better than anyone in the city on four. The word “insomnia,” if it could be dragged out of him at all, wasn’t bandied about until he hit several days in a row with no more than an
“Shhh.” Carlo came up off his knees in one fluid motion, pulling Garrett with him so they were both stretched out on the bed. Carlo lay half on top of him, and his warmth seeped along the length of Garrett’s body. “I don’t think this is a good time to make any big changes.”
Carlo’s hands threaded through Garrett’s hair, lightly massaging his scalp. It felt good, not stimulating. Just…good. Then Carlo’s lips came down in soft presses against his forehead, his eyelids, the corners of his mouth, and all Garrett could think about was how soft and warm they were and how odd that something so delicate could feel so good.
Carlo finally touched their lips together, and Garrett realized he could taste again. For the first time, the taste of Carlo didn’t make him frantic to grapple for more. Instead, it fed something in him, soothing the numbness into pleasure.
He made a little moan of protest when Carlo’s mouth left his, but by that time other parts of his body were waking up and approved of the direction that mouth was headed. Carlo took his time getting there, still using those warm hands to stroke and pet, chasing away the last of the chill.
Garrett thought briefly that he needed to make an effort. It felt odd to lay here, Carlo doing all the work, but, when he tried to move, Carlo pressed him into the bed.
“Shhh. Be still.”
Carlo’s mouth finally reached its destination and slid over him, shattering the numbness into sharp sensation.
Being still became impossible.
He gave up on any kind of reciprocation, fisted his hands in Carlo’s hair, and arched himself into his partner. When he hit the back of Carlo’s throat, Garrett didn’t just hear Carlo’s moan; he felt it. The vibrations travelled through his dick and sent lightning bolts up his spine to the base of his skull.
“Oh god. Do that again.” Selfish .
Carlo adjusted the angle of his head, wrapped his hands around Garrett’s hips to pull him closer, and swallowed him down.
Hot. Slick. Good. Over and over. So good.
Not enough.
“Carlo, I need—” What?
But Carlo seemed to know. On the next thrust he opened his mouth even wider until….
Until Garrett felt like he had been swallowed whole.
Until he hit—yes— there .
Until Carlo’s throat closed around him and the vibrations hit like a freight train before Garrett could even process Carlo’s guttural sound of pleasure.
Until Garrett’s eyes rolled back in his head.
Until Carlo swallowed and swallowed and finally buried his face against Garrett’s limp body.
Until Garrett thought he might be able to sleep after all.
He felt Carlo move and heard him removing his clothes. Then Carlo climbed back into bed, shifted Garrett into a better position, and pulled the sheets over them. Carlo’s arms were around Garrett, his half-hard cock pressed against Garrett’s back.
That was wrong. Inconsiderate to leave Carlo that way. But cocooned in the heat of his partner’s arms, he couldn’t even manage to lift his eyelids.
“You should go home,” he managed. “Get some rest.”
“Yes.”
But Garrett drifted asleep before Carlo moved.
Chapter Nine
Garrett was gone when Carlo woke up.
How did he keep sneaking out like that? Carlo didn’t think of himself as a particularly heavy sleeper, but the last thing he remembered was clutching Garrett to his chest like a giant teddy bear.
Of course part of it might be that Carlo had been awake half the night, and he was a guy who needed his full eight hours. Garrett, on the other hand, was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after six hours, fully functional on five hours, and could produce drop-dead gorgeous food better than anyone in the city on four. The word “insomnia,” if it could be dragged out of him at all, wasn’t bandied about until he hit several days in a row with no more than an
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