49. Jeremy

“Only if you want,” Jeremy responded, and prayed that Davis wanted.

“I mean…” Davis gave a nervous laugh, and Jeremy watched a blush spread under his chest hair. “I like it done to me, and girls I’ve been with said I was good with my tongue. It can’t be that much different, can it?”

“As I have never had a vulva, I wouldn’t know,” Jeremy replied without thinking, and then he let out his loud laugh. That damn laugh, the same as his father’s, and now Jeremy was worried that he had ruined the mood. But he felt a brush of air on his ass in the staccato rhythm of Davis’s chuckle. Davis was laughing, too.

The minute that Davis’s tongue made contact with Jeremy’s opening, though, Jeremy’s laugh was replaced by a moan. Tentative at first, more of a tickle than a touch, and Jeremy could feel Davis lose his hesitation, much to Jeremy’s benefit.

“Tell me what to do,” Davis said, coming up for air. “I love it when you tell me what to do.”

“Make it sloppy,” Jeremy said, stepping into his more dominant role, and Davis complied, slicking up his hole with his saliva, the sounds vulgar and wonderful in the small bedroom. “Fuck, that’s good. Grab the lube, baby. I need a finger.” Davis complied again, circling Jeremy’s hole with one finger. Jeremy had done a fair job of getting himself open with the toy and his own hand, but the press of Davis’s blunt fingers inside him was better than the slide of silicone.

“More,” Jeremy commanded, sweat beading across his forehead. Another finger, and maybe Jeremy was imaging it, but he swore he could feel the calluses of Davis’s hand, the reminder of how different they were. When Davis pressed in farther, tucking a third finger inside Jeremy, he leaned down and kissed him, panting in a way that made it seem like Davis was as full as Jeremy was.

“Jeremy,” Davis breathed into his mouth. “Jeremy, please, soon.”

“Please,” Jeremy hissed, somewhere between demanding and begging. He kept a hand on his cock, stroking it to stay in the moment, and watched as Davis slid the condom on and added lube, maybe more than was necessary, but Jeremy didn’t care.

Because it was Davis.

And he was there, pressing Jeremy’s knees up toward his ribs to keep him open, then he was positioning the blunt head of his cock against Jeremy and then—

“Come on, baby,” Jeremy said, bearing down and helping to ease Davis’s entry, being rewarded with the nearly indescribable sensation of being full. Davis looked at Jeremy in amazement, a reverence that reminded Jeremy of when he looked at an old-growth forest or when he had seen the Still paintings in person. Like Jeremy was something to be stunned by in this universe.

Jeremy was sure that his face looked the same, his lips pulled between his teeth as Davis worked himself deeper.

“Fuck me,” Jeremy babbled, not sure if he was asking or just in awe. But Davis complied, beginning to pump his hips.

Jeremy had once attended a lecture by a physicist, something that a new coworker from the science center thought would have made a good exhibit. Jeremy didn’t understand one third of the words that were said, but he remembered something about how time went strange around a black hole. Davis and Jeremy must have been on the edge of a black hole. It was the only way to explain the way that Jeremy’s sense of time slipped away from him as his body grew soft and warm. The way Davis grunted every time he got close to coming and their eyes would meet for quick moments, just before Davis’s eyes would roll back in his head as he slid into Jeremy again.

Davis gripped Jeremy’s hip with his left and used his right to stroke Jeremy. “I need to see you come,” he said.

“Make me, baby,” Jeremy said, pressing his hands into the headboard above him and pushing back against Davis. It took a well-timed thrust from Davis that hit Jeremy’s prostate at the same time that his hand skimmed over the head of his cock, and Jeremy was coming over his stomach and Davis’s hand. He released one hand from the headboard, Davis still thrusting, his rhythm faltering and swiped his fingers through the cum on his stomach.

“My mouth,” Davis pleaded, and the minute that his tongue touched Jeremy’s messy fingers, he was coming, too. Davis rode out his orgasm, a full-body experience for Jeremy as well, feeling Davis suck around his fingers and pulse within him.

And then it was silent, Davis collapsing on Jeremy’s chest, a moment where they were smeared and stuck together, just the noise of their frantic breathing and the pounding of Davis’s heartbeat against Jeremy’s own.