tipped up, and his hands were everywhere. Ilan shivered and shook and tried to hold back as he dragged his thumbs around the places where Fredric’s lips were taut. He watched him sink down and pull up, felt it against his hand, then he pushed fingers into Fredric’s hair and held him there.
“I’m going to come,” he said, the words like a miracle, because speaking seemed so far beyond him. “I’m going to come, and if you don’t want it in your mouth…”
But that seemed to spur him on, and Fredric redoubled his efforts, sinking lower, sucking harder, his finger pressing a little more firmly against his hole. Ilan’s knees threatened to give out, and then he was spilling. His eyes rolled back in his head, his vision going white. He felt pain like a sort of faint pressure where his head cracked against the headboard, and then he became aware of Fredric licking him clean.
He jolted with oversensitivity and, with careful hands, he drew Fredric up and away. “Too much,” he breathed out.
“Was it bad?”
Ilan laughed, tracing a thumb over Fredric’s swollen bottom lip. “That was the best fucking blowjob I have ever had.” He pulled him close, allowed Fredric to straddle him and collapse against him. He felt him hard, pressed against his stomach, but Fredric made no move to do anything about it. “Do you want me to?”
“Hmm?” Fredric turned his face up, then smiled. “Ah. No, not yet. I’m not an ancient man, but I am old enough that I have to choose my moments wisely.”
Ilan wanted to argue with him—because last night proved he was anything but, though he still understood. He brushed the backs of his knuckles down Fredric’s cheek and took a moment to appreciate that he had never done this before now—and had never wanted to. “What do you want? When you want it, I mean.”
Fredric leaned into the touch, his own fingers drawing lines against Ilan’s side. “I want you, my darling. I want…” There was hesitation in his voice and something almost like fear or embarrassment. But he swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.”
Ilan jolted, and then scowled when Fredric laughed. “Jesus, you just…you can’t just say that.”
Fredric pushed up and cocked his head to the side. “Do I need to do more research on internet slang?”
“Fuck,” Ilan muttered, then gripped him by the hips and pulled him in for a kiss before his bladder reminded him he hadn’t gotten up since the night before. “No more slang. Just…I’m a little bit weak for you right now.” And though it was hard to admit it, Fredric was the only one he would have said that to. “And I knew you’d be passionate and sexy, I was just woefully unprepared.” He reached up and cradled Fredric’s face. “Now get off me before I explode.”
He left Fredric lying on his side, laughing, looking happier than Ilan had ever seen him before.
Chapter 22
Ilan stepped through his front door, feeling like an eternity had passed since he was there instead of a single night. But everything had changed, and there was no greater evidence of that than when Fredric walked in behind him. Sebastian sat obediently at his heels until Fredric leaned down to let him off the harness, and he gave the dog a pat before letting him wander off to explore.
“I’m going to need a fence,” Ilan mused as he threaded his fingers between Fredric’s and headed for the kitchen.
“Hmm?” Fredric let him go and leaned up against the counter, crossing his arms, his ear tipped toward the door where they could both hear Bas sniffing around the living room.
“I don’t really have a back yard or anything. No fence. I could put up a lanai or something.” He leaned toward the window that looked out over his sliding door. He liked the place for the unobstructed view—the way the ground was flat, then tumbled toward the dock. But it felt like nothing at all to think about changing so Fredric could be around more.
“You don’t need to.” Fredric followed the line of the counter until he reached Ilan, then put his arms around his waist. “Bas won’t run off.”
“Yeah, but,” Ilan said, turning to kiss him. “Gators.”
Fredric chuckled against his lips, then deepened the kiss. “He’s survived this far. I think we’ll be alright.”
Ilan frowned, wondering if maybe it was because Fredric didn’t want to spend time here. The place