The week after his kids went back to their mother’s house, Jason had no time to recover because he was swamped at work. He had surgeries scheduled all morning, was on call in the evenings, and got home too late to spend time with Abe at night. A year earlier, hell, six months earlier, he would have relieved his stress by going online and finding someone to fuck on his way home or during a lull between patients. But he couldn’t do that anymore, not if he wanted to keep shooting onto Abe’s tongue.
Whatever mistakes Jason had made in his life, and there had been many, having unprotected sex wasn’t one of them, so he wasn’t surprised when he’d gotten tested three months earlier and received an all clear. Abe was practically a virgin by Jason’s standards, so, as expected, his STD tests had been negative too. After that, Jason regularly came in Abe’s mouth, which turned both of them on more than Jason would have ever expected.
Abe’s reaction to sucking Jason off and tasting him was the single hottest thing he had ever seen. When Abe’s lips were wrapped around Jason’s cock, his expression was one of complete bliss, and when Jason came, Abe moaned and whimpered, his orgasm always following almost immediately. Unwilling to lose that pleasure, Jason had stayed away from hookups, which was why he was on edge when he drove out of the hospital parking lot at nine o’clock on Friday night and called Abe.
“Hey! How was—”
“I’m on my way home,” Jason snapped. “You still have my spare key, right? Meet me there.”
“Oh. I was just—”
“Dammit, Abe!” Jason yelled as he tightened his fingers around the steering wheel. “I am too tired to fight right now. I’ve been working like a maniac all week. I almost lost a patient. I came in at six thirty this morning. It’s after nine and I’m only now leaving. I’ve been living off cafeteria food and I haven’t seen the sun in days. And despite all that, I kept my dick in my pants because if I don’t, you won’t swallow, so I don’t think it’s too much to ask you to stop whatever it is you’re doing and get to my place so I can get fucking laid!”
“Okay.”
The response was so quiet and mild, Jason wasn’t sure he heard correctly. “Okay?” he asked, still panting from his rant.
“Come home,” Abe said, and if it was possible, his voice was even softer, calmer. “I’ll take care of you.”
Suddenly realizing his fingers hurt, Jason loosened his grip on the wheel, peeled off one hand at a time, and stretched them, cracking his knuckles. “Okay.” Jason swallowed hard as his heart rate slowed back to normal. “I’ll see you soon.” He cleared his throat. “Bye.”
Jason ended the call and drove the rest of the way home in a daze, his muscles twitching, his head throbbing, and his jaw clenching. He wasn’t sure why he was angry or even if he was angry. By the time he pulled into his garage, his shoulders and neck were sore and his veins thrummed with frustration at nothing and everything. After turning off his engine, he slipped his key ring over his finger, grabbed his bag, and walked into the house through the laundry room.
As he hung the keys on the new hook next to the door—another project Abe had taken care of when he stayed over—Jason realized the lights were on. He was trying to remember whether he had forgotten to turn them off when he heard soft footsteps. Swinging around toward the open door into the house, he saw Abe approaching. He was wearing a UNLV sweatshirt, tight jeans, and white socks, and before Jason could so much as say hello, he dropped to his knees, pulled down Jason’s scrub pants and briefs, and took his flaccid dick into his mouth.
“Abe,” Jason gasped.
“Mmm,” Abe moaned quietly as he cupped Jason’s balls, then rolled and squeezed them gently.
Leaning against the door to the garage, Jason closed his eyes and gave himself over to the pleasure. “Feels good, baby,” he said as he combed his fingers through Abe’s hair. “Missed this.”
Abe continued sucking his hardening cock and caressing his balls, bringing him to full hardness in minutes.
“Gonna cum soon,” Jason whispered as his nuts drew tight and his dick throbbed. Though he normally liked to stroke himself at the end of a blow job so he could control the aim of his release and paint Abe’s face or lips or tongue, he didn’t make a move to take over, instead letting Abe finish him off. It wasn’t long before his orgasm rolled over him like a quiet wave, making his toes curl and his breath catch as he pulsed into Abe’s waiting mouth.
“Feel better?” Abe asked as he stood up, sliding his body against Jason’s. He pulled Jason’s pants up and tucked him inside.