Don't Touch Me! - 49

 

Cody writhed, riding the waves of pleasure, wanting to give as well as receive. He turned his head, his lips meeting Brent's, and kissed him. As he did, he ran his fingers slowly across Brent's back then down the length of his spine. Feeling mischievous, he tickled Brent.

"Brat," Brent muttered, returning the favor. Cody broke into gales of laughter as he tried to wriggle away. "Oh no you don't," Brent said, grabbing Cody's wrists.

Cody froze, his heartbeat accelerating, his breath coming out in short, sharp pants.

Instantly, Brent released him, his expression filled with remorse. "I'm sorry. I didn't think."

Cody gripped Brent's arms to keep him from moving away. "I'm…okay," he replied, and, he realized that he was. Now his heart was pounding for a different reason, as he looked up at Brent. "Let me show you." He made a circling motion with one finger—a message Brent obviously got since he rolled over onto his back. Cody straddled him, one hand on Brent's rampant cock. He leaned down, about to take it into his mouth, and remembered. "I hope…"

Brent pointed. Cody opened the nightstand drawer. A moment later Brent was sheathed, then Cody set to work, reveling in the pleasure he was giving his lover. When Brent came, he grasped Cody's shoulders so hard Cody bit his lip to keep from crying out—but he didn't panic the way he had when Brent had held his wrists just minutes ago. All Cody felt was elation. I've made him happy and conquered my fear. Because of him, with his help, I can live again. 

"I hurt you," Brent said contritely when he realized what had happened.

"Yes," Cody admitted reluctantly. "But it's all right. It was momentary, and knowing I could give you so much pleasure"—he cupped Brent's face to be certain he was listening—"made it worth it."

"You certainly did that," Brent replied. "Now, it's my turn." He put his arms around Cody, rolling them over. "Seems to me this was where we were before you started your tickling game." Without giving Cody a chance to reply, Brent kissed him deeply. "Now, my man," he said when they broke the kiss, "let me get down to business—pun, intended."

Brent did, sheathing Cody's cock before driving him past pleasure into ecstasy with his very skillful mouth. When Cody came, he felt rapture he would have thought impossible until that moment. What will it be like when we go all the way? I might die from it, but what a way to go.

"If your smile was any wider, I could nickname you The Joker," Brent said, nuzzling Cody's neck.

"That bad, huh?"

"No. That good. How many times have I told you that I love seeing you smile."

"I blame it on you. You've given me more than enough reasons to."

"I intend to keep on doing it, whenever possible. Now, however, we'd better get moving. I did promise you dinner and I don't believe in breaking promises."

"You never have, with me at least," Cody told him as he sat up, trying to remember where he'd left his bag.

"It's still in the living room."

"Mind reading?" Cody asked.

"Nope, expression reading. You looked puzzled. We need to get dressed. I put two and two together…"

"Which is what makes you a great detective," Cody said with a grin as he stood. Before he could walk away, Brent was there, wrapping him in a tender embrace. When Cody looked up at him, Brent said softly, "I love you."

"I know," Cody replied. "I love you too. More now than yesterday, and less than tomorrow."

Brent chuckled, kissing him quickly. "The writer speaks."

"Too…clichéd?" Cody asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah, maybe, but perfect nonetheless." He released his hold on Cody, patting his ass. "Go get your bag and get dressed, because I'm starving."

"You're not the only one," Cody replied, going to do as Brent requested.