20. Royal

Chapter 20

Royal

Never play Russian roulette with a loaded gun. But if the gun isn't loaded, is it Russian roulette? Royal knew fooling around with Easton was playing a dangerous game, yet he couldn't stop himself from pulling that trigger. Bang! Of course, some would argue that the game is merely another channel to get an adrenaline fix. True, Easton caused his blood to pump, but this was more than that.

He studied Easton, whose face was glowing with post-orgasm bliss. Royal couldn't recall ever seeing his roll dog look this sexy, and the urge to devour grew in him. Leaning forward, he captured Easton's lips and licked into his mouth, pressing his body into Easton's until he moaned powerlessly in surrender. This pleased Royal, and his body thrummed with need.

"Lay back and enjoy the show," Royal ordered. He pushed Easton gently onto the pillow and repositioned himself to straddle his friend's lap. "This," he said, dragging his palm agonizingly slowly down the trail of dark hair from his navel to his neatly trimmed pubes and then cupping his heavy balls, "is all for you. Everything building in here will be on you shortly." With his free hand, he swiped an X on Easton's chest. "Right here."

Easton's lips parted and his spent cock twitched, but he emitted no sound.

With a groan, Royal stroked his dick from base to tip and rolled his palm over the crest, smearing lube down his thick shaft. The touch felt good, but Easton's expression combining a mixture of yearning and concentration was what set Royal ablaze. In response, his hips surged forward as he began to fuck his hand in earnest, and his breathing became shallow.

"I want to taste you," Easton whispered.

Royal slowed his fisting. "Okay, but only a little bit."

Like a child being rewarded, Easton grinned, licking his lips, and leaned forward. By "little bit," Royal had intended a swipe of the tongue. However, Easton engulfed him, suckling the tender flesh beneath the rim before taking as much as he could.

"Dammit, East." Royal attempted to pull back to no avail.

Easton only leaned forward and slurped greedily, his tongue swirling in dizzying patterns and splotches of color burning on his cheeks. Royal quickly realized that he'd lost control of the situation and was at Easton's mercy. He shuddered and fought hard not to close his eyes.

"That's so good. So good," he gasped through sporadic breaths.

" Mm ." Easton skimmed his mouth down and sucked on Royal's balls.

Royal grabbed a slat of the overhead bunk and held on for dear life, his knuckles losing color. He'd had blow jobs before, but Easton's mouth was like an industrial shop vac. And the visual was indescribable. "You're not going to be satisfied until I…. Oh!"

Royal's testicles drew up tight, and his back arched. He was done for. Slamming his eyes shut, he gave in to his climax, and long ropes of cum shot from him and…

Holy shit! Into Easton's mouth. He's swallowing. And he's not stopping. He's… he's… he's milking me dry.

He'd had some—not many—women swallow him, but none like this. Easton seemed to relish it.

He's killing me.

Finally, Royal's softening dick could take no more, and he pushed his hungry lover off.

"Easton, please."

Biting his bottom lip, Royal watched in disbelief as Easton's Adam's apple bobbed one final time before he lay back. Royal collapsed beside him and released a long, exhausted breath, unable to do anything but lie there as a satiated lassitude coursed through him as if he'd been collared with a somnum sachet.

Easton propped himself on his elbows. "Is this Royal Guérin tossing in the towel after the first go-round?"

"You know better than that, but I am going to have to catch my breath." He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm. "Where'd you learn to give head like that?"

"Instinct, I guess." Easton rolled onto his side to allow both of their bodies to fit more comfortably into the compact space. "How'd you know what to do the first time you ate out a girl?"

Royal snorted. "I was so drunk, they told me that's what I did."

"They?"

"Twins. It was a night."

"Mm." Easton rolled in his lips and sagged onto the pillow.

"What's that mean?"

He shrugged.

"Don't blow me off." Royal's lips twitched. "I mean, you can blow me but not blow me."

"I guess I'm wondering, how does this work?"

"How does what work?"

"This." Easton wagged his finger between them. "You. Me. Women. I mean, what was this for you? Something to pass the time?"

"No, but…."

"But what?"

"I thought maybe it was for you."

"So, what? You were pacifying me?"

"No."

Why did he sound offended?

"What's the problem?"

Easton scooted up and sat erect. "I want you to shoot straight with me."

"Okay." Royal straightened as well.

"Earlier, you indicated that you would be interested in more than being friends. What did you mean?"

Ah shit! Not a conversation Royal wanted to have. "Friends with benefits?" No, that wasn't right, and Royal regretted it the instant the words slipped out of his mouth. Easton meant more to him than that. But he couldn't come out and admit that he was in love with him either. How would that work? First, they were in bed. He'd been taught never to say those three words before, during, or shortly after an orgasm. Second, life was spinning a little too fast for his liking.

"Huh." Easton lowered himself back on the mattress.

"East, what do you want me to say? It's not like…."

"Like what, Roy? Say it."

"You know what we do for a living. We can't tell anyone."

"So, I'm your dirty little secret?"

" Quoi? You want to tell people? You want to take that risk?"

Easton bit his lower lip and shrugged. "No."

"Then what? What do you want?"

" Je ne sais pas ." Easton lowered his eyes and hunched his shoulders. "But I know it includes being with you. Like this."

When Royal was four years old, he swallowed a penny. Even at that age, he'd known pennies weren't edible, and swallowing one was something he shouldn't do. He was even aware of some—not all—of the negative consequences, such as choking or death. Granted, he hadn't known the ins and outs of bowel obstruction or zinc poisoning, but he'd known the outcome could be something horrific. He'd swallowed it anyway. It hadn't been a dare or an accident. He'd knowingly engaged in an incredibly foolish and dangerous act. Now, twenty years later, he found himself having swallowed a penny of a different sort. The first penny ended in a pile of shit. Would this new one end the same?

He pondered Easton's question of being a dirty secret and scratched his evening growth. His swallowing the penny hadn't been a secret. According to his mother, he'd gagged, clenched his throat, and experienced trouble breathing—kind of similar to how Easton had sucked him off. Royal didn't remember doing any of what his mother claimed. However, he did remember looking at the X-ray and the doctor giving him a cherry lollipop—a reward for naughty behavior. Easton had rewarded him, too, hadn't he?

The difference between his past actions and current behavior was that he had no desire to swallow another penny, but he had every yearning to get Easton in his mouth.

"Don't worry," he finally responded. "We'll figure it out."

He hoped that was true.