Rough Terrain (Out of Uniform 7)

“Can’t have that. Want me to run out to grab your shaving kit?”

“Nah. I’ll risk it.” Dumping most of the little bottle onto his hand, Renzo lathered up his hair. Canaan let him rinse, then he did the same.

“See? All clean.” Canaan tugged Renzo down for a kiss. Intending to start something, he reached for the conditioner with one hand and Renzo’s cock with the other.

“Nuh-uh.” Stepping away, Renzo shook his head. “I’ve been thinking about blowing you ever since you brought up sex yesterday. I still haven’t tried oral with you, and I want to.”

“Well, by all means.” Canaan fully intended to get back to playing with Renzo, but he’d let him have some fun too.

“Not in here though. I’m not crazy about trying to breathe with water in my face.”

“Let’s hurry.” Canaan did a fast wash of all the other necessary places that Renzo’s attention had skipped, then hopped out and found a towel.

“Boy. Eager much?” Laughing, Renzo also finished washing and stepped out of the tub. “I may have oversold this—I love doing it, but I’m not entirely sure how good at it I am...”

“Says the perfectionist. It’s your mouth and my dick. I’m in. Really no such thing as a terrible blow job unless you start gnawing on me or something.”

“You mean I’m not supposed to treat it like an ear of corn?” Carrying his towel, Renzo headed for the bedroom.

Thinking ahead, Canaan grabbed the conditioner and followed him to the bed. He flopped down, figuring Renzo would join him, but instead, Renzo knelt next to the bed and tugged Canaan to the edge.

“I like this angle. Easier if I want to lick...other stuff.”

“I am entirely in favor of other stuff.” Damn but Canaan loved this banter, needed it so much after the past few harrowing days. “Have at me.”

Not going for his cock like Canaan expected, Renzo started by licking up Canaan’s thigh, then tickling his balls with little barely there flicks. Making what he hoped was an encouraging noise, he tucked some pillows under his head so that he could watch. He wasn’t sure where Renzo had the idea that he wasn’t good at oral, because as far as Canaan’s balls were concerned, they were in heaven with all the attention. His cock jumped against his stomach with every pass of Renzo’s tongue, and he moaned as Renzo lightly sucked one side then the other.

He really wanted to jerk off while Renzo did his thing, but he didn’t want to rush things, wanted to see what Renzo had planned.

“Is it cool if I touch your head?” he asked.

“Please. Just not too...aggressive.”

“I got you.” Canaan figured he meant no face fucking or hair pulling and those things weren’t really Canaan’s style anyway. Lightly, he stroked Renzo’s damp hair while Renzo continued making out with his balls. “You’re killing me here.”

“Yeah? Poor you.” Renzo didn’t sound sorry about this at all. He used the flat of his tongue against the base of Canaan’s cock, and Canaan moaned. He absolutely adored being played with and teased, and both wanted to come right away and wanted this to last a lifetime.

Renzo licked and sucked at the shaft of Canaan’s cock, ignoring his cockhead until Canaan was leaking and panting and begging for more. “Please.”

“What? This?” Swiping his tongue just below the crown, Renzo grinned up at him, then went back to Canaan’s balls.

“Come on. Suck it.”

“But this is so much fun.”

“Get up here and let me at your dick, and I’ll show you fun.”

“Not until I get you off.” Renzo’s tongue action got more purposeful, and finally, finally he moved to lave Canaan’s cockhead with the sort of teasing he’d done to the balls and shaft.

“That might do it,” Canaan gasped. Maybe he didn’t need sucking after all. Fuck this was good. Then Renzo did swallow the head and part of the shaft in a smooth move, and Canaan had to redefine good yet again. Trembling, he had to stop his fingers from curling too tightly in Renzo’s hair.

“Don’t come yet,” Renzo warned, releasing Canaan’s cock. “Wanna rim you some. I love doing that.”

“I’m all about whatever you love.” Canaan moaned even before Renzo pushed his legs firmly back and dipped his head. And man was Renzo good at this too, lots of little flicks and flutters right over all the nerve endings that welcomed his tongue like parched earth welcoming water.

“Holy hell, how did you ever get the idea you’re not good at this?” Holding his knees, he shamelessly opened further for Renzo’s explorations.

“I’m not the most on deep throating. And I like the taste of spunk, but swallowing can be tricky. I like teasing like this most of all.”

“Tongue like yours, I hardly need deep throat or face fucking. Hell, I can probably come just from the rimming and a little stroking.”