A Long Way Back (Unfinished Business #2) - Barbara Elsborg Page 0,70

let out a pained, whining sound.

“Okay?”

“I’m now ten seconds from falling rather than five.”

“You’re funny.”

“I’m honest.”

“Don’t come.”

Tay snorted. “You think you’re King Canute?”

“He wasn’t actually trying to hold back the tide, he was making a point that kings aren’t divine. I’m pretty close to it though.” Ink tightened his hold.

“Oh God.”

Ink laughed. “And there you are.”

He dropped down to his knees and slowly licked from where his fingers held Tay’s cock, up to the tip. Then did it again and flattened his tongue over the top, rubbing over the slit. The salty tang of precome flooded his mouth.

“Now I can’t even think,” Tay whispered.

“Means I’m doing it right and you really are gay, in case you had a few random cells still wondering.”

Ink risked working his hand up and down Tay’s cock a couple of times, but still kept that tight hold at the base. He knew Tay was overstimulated. His brain was probably sparking like a spluttering firework. Tay moved his hands to Ink’s head and Ink looked up to find him watching, water dripping off his face, his eyes half-closed, pupils dark, but focused on him, with a look on his face as if Ink was showing him the mysteries of the universe. Ink licked up his cock and wrapped his lips tight around the crest, running his tongue into the slit. Tay groaned as Ink started to suck.

“Fuck. Oh God. Ink! I… You…” Tay was making all sorts of noises along with the monosyllabic words.

His fingers tightened in Ink’s hair as he tentatively began to move, bucking his hips to drive his cock deeper, then pulling back to let the tip of his dick rest on Ink’s tongue. Ink sensed his reticence to take charge and slid his hands up to where Tay’s hands rested on his head. He pressed his palms against Tay’s fingers and at the same time bobbed his head over Tay’s now unrestrained cock. Tay got it.

Ink stared up at him as Tay drove his cock into his mouth. His balls slapped against Ink’s chin and Ink changed the angle of his head to let Tay get deeper and at the same time tightened the muscles of his throat.

“I…can’t…” Was all Tay managed before Ink felt the slight change in his cock, warmer, bigger, then he was exploding into Ink’s mouth. As Ink struggled to swallow more than he was expecting, his own sac went tight. He grabbed his cock and a couple of squeezes later, went into his own meltdown. Fuuuck.

When he felt Tay wobble against him, he pushed to his feet to stop him from falling. Tay’s eyes were shut and his breathing was all over the place.

“I was…” Tay gasped. “I tried…”

“What?”

Tay’s eyes fluttered open. “I was supposed to warn you. I’ve watched…”

“Watched what? Gay porn?”

“Yeah, well…I haven’t been spying on my neighbours.”

Ink laughed. “Real life’s not like gay porn.” Though some of the men who’d paid him thought it was.

“Don’t wreck my dreams.” Tay wrapped his arms around him.

Ink smiled into Tay’s shoulder.

“What about you?” Tay whispered. “Did—?”

“You blinked and missed it.”

“Shit.” Tay laughed.

Ink reached behind him to turn off the water.

“Now what?” Tay asked.

“We get dry and we go to bed.”

Ink made sure Tay didn’t slip as he stepped out of the shower. He picked up the towels and gave Tay his.

“I want more,” Tay whispered.

“You really have been watching too much gay porn.”

“Don’t leave me.”

Ink’s heart clenched. Not yet. Though it might depend on what was harder, his cock or his resolve.

THEY WENT TO BED NAKED and Tay fell asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. Ink pulled on his shorts and went to let Dog out. It was a warm night and he sat on the steps, staring out into the garden as Dog checked for intruders. Why did happiness have to be so fleeting? Why couldn’t it just…last? Joy was so delicate, like a snowflake. Beautiful and precious, but there one moment and gone the next.

Could he spend a few weeks with Tay, help him sort himself out, share his flat, his life, his bed? Could he have more than that? He knew Tay was already curious about him, about some of the answers Ink had given to his questions. Could he convince him not to ask more, not to push? Ink thought not. This was a guy whose work involved looking for tiny irregularities in accounts, for incorrect practices, for fraud. Tay already knew Ink was hiding something big and didn’t want to