everything about Rocco was still clear. It was perfect.
‘Please,’ his flat palm circled his chest, and with that single plea, Rocco sank down and Simon’s dick hit the back of his throat.
That was all it took. Rocco had done more than touch him—he had consumed him—devoured him. He sucked Simon dry as Simon’s hips pumped up off the table, his balls spasming in time with his pulse, and Rocco groaned like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.
When it became too much, Simon tapped him, and Rocco pulled away with a wet pop. His lips were slick with spit, and when he dipped his tongue into Simon’s mouth, Simon could taste the faint tang of himself. He kissed Rocco back—harder than he meant to, but Rocco didn’t seem to mind.
He was hard in his own jeans, pressed to Simon’s thigh, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to do anything about it. He just held Simon close, kissing him until they needed to breathe properly, then he pulled away and nuzzled his nose against Simon’s cheek like he couldn’t bear to stop touching as many places as possible. Then, he thrust his face into the crook of Simon’s neck and just stood there.
As Simon’s pulse returned to normal, he felt Rocco pressing soft kisses against his skin before he pulled away. ‘Did we break some major religious laws?’ he asked, his hand still shaking a little from the adrenaline. ‘That probably wasn’t kosher.’
The cool air against his limp dick brought Simon back to reality. His face flushed with what he’d just done. He didn’t think there were any specific laws in the Talmud about having your dick sucked in your bakery, but he didn’t think even the most liberal rabbi would condone it, either.
It felt…decadent. Maybe not a sin—he had never bought into the belief that enjoyment and pleasure were wrong. But he felt some measure of guilt for being so harsh with Levi. Really, he had only himself to blame for most of his misery.
Simon laughed, and it felt…freeing. ‘No laws about eating sperm, so I think we’re fine. As long as it didn’t get in the food, which isn’t a religious thing, but the health inspector would have an issue.’
Rocco licked his lips, then looked behind Simon at bits of the dough which had been ruined by his scrabbling fingers. ‘Maybe don’t use that. And sanitize.’
Simon rolled his eyes, but he let Rocco help him down, let Rocco crowd him against the counter again, and kiss him until his toes curled and his heart filled his entire chest. I love him. The thought came barreling in, unrepentant, refusing to be ignored. He didn’t say it—not yet, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out for long.
For now, he gave Rocco’s side a pat before zipping his jeans back up, then moving to the sink to wash up. Rocco joined him, and after they dried, Simon pointed at the beer. ‘You still want to help?’
‘Yes,’ Rocco answered, and he squared his shoulders and set his jaw.
Simon grinned at him. ‘Then let’s get to work. We can finish everything else,’ he let his hand hang in the air for a moment, ‘when we get home.’
Home. Hashem yishmor, it shouldn’t have felt so right, but oh…it did.
The pair of them parted ways after storing everything they could for the Market on Thursday—Rocco heading back to the Lodge to drag pocket James away from his new girlfriend, and relieve Charlie of puppy duty, while Simon went upstairs to change and feed Rocco.
He was looking forward to being home—or at least, in a space that was his, but he wasn’t looking forward to the emptiness that came with it. Rocco had made no promises to him—for as tight as he held him, for as desperate as he’d kissed him. Simon knew they needed to talk, but he wanted to delay the possible answer that Rocco wanted to back off further.
Simon took his time showering, then ate a little of the left-over soup Levi had brought over from the other night. He gave his cat affection and attention even though the little beast didn’t seem to care whether or not Simon was actually there, and he headed out when Rocco sent him a text letting him know he was on his way back to the bakery.
The night air was crisp and cool, just a hint of lingering humidity. The spring rains were over, but there would be summer storms soon.