“You’re gonna make me get a paper cut,” he said against the notebook.
“Occupational hazard, hmm?”
I kissed his throat, then his cheek, then nosed in next to him to peek at what he was writing.
Theo was sometimes happy to pass over his notebook and other times he pushed me away like I was cheating off his math test. This time, he nudged the book toward me and tapped it with his chewed-up pen, leaving a blip of saliva on the page, which he wiped away, smearing the ink.
He looked down at the notebook shyly. I grabbed his chin and turned his face to me.
“I’m really gonna fucking miss you,” I said, and I moved my hand so I could kiss him.
“Me too. Gonna give me a memorable send-off?” He tried to wink but just kind of leered as he ended up with hair in his eyes.
“What, you mean like a bugle fanfare?”
He glanced between us and then slid a hand down my stomach to my dick. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days,” he mused, stroking me.
“Mmm.”
I pushed into his hand and bit at his chin, teeth scraping his stubble.
He let go of me long enough to reach for the lube and a condom on the nightstand, and the line of his back meeting the curve of his ass mesmerized me. The tangle of vines that snaked from his right hip up over his ribs to his chest was shaded beautifully, and I traced its lines.
“Where’d you get this one?” I’d been learning them one by one.
Theo smiled down at it happily. “In Philadelphia. We were playing this club, back right after our first album came out. Real gritty kind of place, half bar, half floor, and a balcony. And there was a pretty big crowd, so it was cool because the show went well. Great energy. And I uh…well, after, I was kinda buzzing from it and there was this bartender.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Do tell.”
I traced the tattoo back down over his hip to his ass, and ran a finger down his crack, brushing over his hole.
“He—oh, fuck!—um, he was hot. Like, skinny, intense, tattoos hot, ya know?”
“Kinda like you?”
Theo cocked his head as if this description surprised him. Then shrugged and nodded. “I guess. Anyway, he was reading a book during most of the show. I remember because the lights would strobe on under the bar and I’d see him, nose in a book, totally ignoring us. And the customers.”
I started stroking Theo’s erection, and guided his leg over my hip so he straddled me.
“Didn’t like being ignored, huh?”
He smiled, then gasped as I rubbed the tip of his cock with my thumb.
“After the show, we were loading out and he was cleaning up, and he…”
Theo panted as I cupped his balls and stroked him harder.
“Yeah?”
“He fucked me—oh, god—he fucked me in the storage room behind the bar.”
“Mmm. Was it hot?”
I rubbed at his nipples, then pinched them just to watch his head drop back.
“Uhng, yeah,” he gasped. “And I said I liked this tattoo he had of a wolf, and he said his friend did it. Oh, god, Caleb, please don’t stop!”
“Keep talking.”
“Fuck. So, he gave me directions to the shop where his friend worked and she did it for me the next day, the end. For god’s sake, you have to fuck me now, please!”
Theo was breathing heavily, his face and neck flushed, his nipples pink from my fingers, and his erection spilling precome. He was stunning. I gathered a drop of precome on my finger and touched it to his mouth. He opened for me, sucking my finger in, those haunting silver-blue eyes closing in pleasure as he ran his tongue around my finger.
I wrapped a hand around his throat, pale skin shaded with dark stubble, and felt his breath, felt him swallow hard.
“Do we need this?”
I held up the condom and Theo’s eyes drifted open. His pupils were blown wide, his lashes damp. When he saw what I was holding, his mouth fell open and his breathing sped up.
He shook his head and started visibly shaking.
“You okay?”
I put my hands on his hips to steady him.
“I’m good.”
He bent to me and I could feel the sweetness in his kiss. The desire.
“You want to fuck me instead?” I asked.
His eyelashes fluttered and he smiled.
“Fuck yeah, but not now. I love it like this, with you.”
I slicked my fingers and slid them inside his hole. Theo’s gasps and tiny noises were an orchestra as I touched him. After a minute, he knelt and positioned himself to take me in. Our eyes met and lust flared thick between us. But the sweetness was still there. So much fucking sweetness I could hardly stand it.
Theo sank down on me in one sinuous movement, seating my cock inside him to the hilt. The pleasure ripped through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut at the onslaught. The feel of his tight flesh around me, his palms on my ribs, his eyes on me—it was overwhelming.