| That one little rule that they all followed so closely. That one little rule that made all of this, this that seemed so wrong, so right. It didn’t matter who it was, or who was doing it. Just so long as they remembered the rule, they would be all right.There had been so many nights when they had come so close to breaking that rule. Too many nights. Too many nights when that urge had overtaken both of them, when they had both stumbled off into the bathroom, or into a closet, or to the back of the bus, wherever there was relative privacy. Too many nights of whispered “I love you”s and “I need you”s.They just couldn’t resist it, though. There was no way they would ever be able to keep their hands off of each other. The rule didn’t say anything about touching. They could touch whatever they wanted. They could lick whatever they wanted, too. Hell, they could even fuck whomever they wanted, as long as they followed that rule.They were doing all that just now. He was licking him, running his tongue over his chest. He moaned, gripping the edge of the bed for support. One hand reached up and entangled itself in the other man’s hair. His mouth was working its wonders again. His tongue teased his nipple; his leg twitched unexpectedly. “You like that, don’t you?” he grinned, beginning his work on the other nipple. The other man simply gasped his answer. They both knew it meant Yes, yes, you know I like it.His tongue moved lower, pausing briefly at his belly button, his tongue darting quickly in and out of it. He’d done this so many times before. He knew that he loved it when he did that. The hand that was entwined in his hair pulled at it, jerking it, but he ignored the pain. He knew he hadn’t meant to hurt him. He continued kissing his torso while his hands slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His head rolled back in ecstasy. Placing his hands firmly on his hips, he used his teeth to pull down on his underwear, struggling slightly against the pull of the elastic. It was what was to come after this where he would have to be careful. It was what came after this where he’d have to watch himself. He couldn’t break the rule.He moaned loudly now, releasing his grip on his hair. He licked his lips, then slowly took his throbbing member into his mouth. He only took a little bit at a time, teasing the other man. He knew how to torture him and please him at the same time. He ran his tongue up and down the sides, lightly raking it with his teeth. He allowed himself a small smile. Usually, it was the other man doing this to him. He was just giving him a taste of his own medicine. He could feel his muscles tensing, he could feel that rush that seemed to travel through his bloodstream at one million miles a second. “Soon,” he managed to gasp, his fingers clawing at the bed sheet, the pillow, anything within his grasp. He muttered an affirmative, grabbing for the cup that was sitting on the night stand.A few seconds later, he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a soft scream, he could himself release into that warmth which was wrapped around him. It almost hurt to feel this good. It almost felt like he was releasing his soul into this other man, this other man he loved so desperately. This other man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with but knew he couldn’t. At least, he couldn’t do it easily.He let it settle there in his mouth for a moment, fully enjoying the taste and texture of it. He rolled it around his mouth once more before spitting it out into the cup. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve. He then leaned down and placed his head on his chest, breathing in time with him. He loved the way his heartbeat felt beneath him. He looked up, surprised to find his eyes on him. Those beautiful dark brown eyes. “I didn’t break the rule,” he breathed, reaching up to stroke the side of his face with his hand.“That’s good,” he replied, sighing. “I can’t believe we still actually follow that rule.”“It’s only gay if you swallow,” he recited, laughing a little. The laugh was a little too forced, a little too fake.“We can’t keep doing this,” Benji said, closing his eyes again.“What are we supposed to do?” Tony asked, running his thumb across Benji’s lower lip.Benji slowly pulled Tony up so that he was lying directly to his side. He kissed him softly, once, twice, then nestled his head into the crook of the other man’s neck. “We’ll just have to make a new rule.”“It’s only gay if you don’t swallow?” Tony asked, wiggling his eyebrows.“How about it doesn’t fucking matter.” |
