Chapter 26

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

By the time the movie was halfway done, the sushi long gone, all Anthony wanted to do was get Cillian naked and pull him onto his lap. Those damn pajama pants were the hottest thing he’d ever seen anyone wear. They were technically decent, yet perched on the edge of indecent.

The worn fabric clung to Cillian’s dick, his thighs, his ass. The fabric was so well worn it was a miracle they weren’t see through. Given the way Cillian knelt on the floor, licking his length, Anthony wondered if this might be how the knees of the pajamas had become so thin.

Cillian was beautiful to watch. A lock of blond hair had fallen over his forehead, and he appeared to be in no rush, like he could keep this teasing going until the movie ended. Cillian took him deep and drew back slowly, making his balls tighten. Then the wet heat was gone.

Anthony groaned. “Teasing is much more fun when I’m doing it to you.”

Cillian grinned at him and blew over the wet crown. “You can give it but not take it?”

“Yeah…” A request formed on the tip of his tongue.

Cillian held his gaze as he tongued the slit like he wanted Anthony to come on his tongue. Another time, maybe.

Anthony wrapped his hands around Cillian’s biceps and pulled him up.

Cillian didn’t resist, straddling Anthony’s thighs. “And now what?”

About a hundred different thoughts went through his head in one second. Or was it only three? They all ended the same way. He gentled his grip. “Honestly? I’ve been thinking about…” He licked his lower lip.

Cillian lifted an eyebrow as his fingertip ghosted over Anthony’s shaft.

“Taking it,” he finished rather lamely.

Cillian frowned for a moment. “Oh…”

“I know you said…” Anthony glanced away. He should’ve let Cillian keep torturing him. “I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“That you want to re-explore your wants because it’s been so long?” Cillian leaned forward and kissed him. The heat of his pajama-covered erection rubbed against Anthony’s aching cock.

He bit back a groan and resisted the urge to tug the pants over Cillian’s hips and grab both their dicks. “I don’t want to push. And this is…”

“New?” Cillian asked, rolling his hips as if determined to keep the slow torture going.

When Anthony had agreed to let Cillian turn the tables, he’d envisioned a sixty-nine on the sofa. He cupped Cillian’s jaw, his thumb smoothing over the stubble on his cheek. “It’s not hooking up anymore, is it? But I am so out of the scene I might be wrong.”

He wasn’t ready to admit that he really liked Cillian. That his heart jumped when he texted. That he wanted to touch him and see him smile.

“You’re right. It’s not. I want to call this—what we’re doing—experimenting, for both of us. I haven’t dated for a while. I haven’t had a long-term relationship, because I was bored with the men I’d been with, and it was easy to blame being busy.”

“What does experimenting mean?”

“That I’m too scared to call this thing between us dating?” Cillian gave him a small smile.

Anthony laughed. “I like you, and I don’t want to fuck this up… though I realize without a job?—”

Cillian put his finger on Anthony’s lips. “No job is worth selling your soul for. Trust me.”

“You didn’t sell your soul.”

“My ass.”

“Or that. He wasn’t the only judge. You’re talented and hardworking, and my brother is a prick who feeds on other people’s distress.”

Cillian rocked back and stared at him. “How did you turn out so normal?”

“I didn’t. I got hooked on cocaine and money. And I regret getting caught more than I regret the crimes.” That was something he needed to work through. He should feel bad, but it wasn’t as though he’d killed anyone. “And I miss my friends. The luxury cars, and apartment?—”

“If you want luxury, don’t date an artist.”

“I thought we aren’t dating?”

“We aren’t… We’re experimenting. Though I can’t deny I wouldn’t mind experimenting in a luxury car.”

Anthony gripped Cillian’s hips and pulled him closer, wanting to feel him. “Overrated. I wanted it all back. It’s all I dreamed about inside. But when I had all that stuff, I had no one to share it with. The men I was with liked the money, not me. They wouldn’t speak to me now.” He shook his head. “I talk to you and end up baring my soul.”

As Cillian had done when they ate ice cream in the park. He’d had more in-depth conversations with Cillian than anyone he’d ever dated.

Cillian rested his hands on the back of the sofa, letting Anthony move him so they ground together. “We’re not pretending to be someone to fit in or be liked.”

“True. Because we aren’t dating.”

“So in the spirit of experimenting, do you really want to be fucked?”

“I’ve been thinking about it….” Was that because he liked Cillian and trusted him? Or was it because he wanted to explore everything he hadn’t done in over a decade?

“I bet you have.” He nipped Anthony’s earlobe. “Am I the star of all your thoughts ?”

“Yes,” he said breathlessly. “I like the noises you make when you come.”

Cillian laughed and wiggled his hips. “Did it kill you to let me have some fun?”

“You have no idea. It’s still killing me.” He glanced at his hard dick pressed against the smothered ridge of Cillian’s cock.

“If you really want to explore having something in your ass, I can offer you a vibrating butt plug. It’s clean, but not new, so I understand if it’s a no.”

“Was it yours or left behind?—”

Cillian slapped him on the arm. “Mine. I don’t keep past lovers’ toys. They go in the bin with anything else they didn’t collect.”

“Fair enough.” Did Cillian not want to fuck him? “You said you sometimes top?”

“I do, but you’re practically a born-again virgin after ten years with no one touching your hole, so why don’t we ease you into it?”

That made sense, and it wasn’t a “no, I’m never doing that.”

“You look perturbed,” Cillian whispered. “I promise it’s not a big plug, but it does have a remote.”

“You can hold the remote if I can blow you.”

“Deal.” Cillian sprang up and grabbed his hands. “Come on.”

“What?”

“You don’t want it now?”

He hadn’t expected Cillian to offer to top him today. But his suggestion wasn’t an offer, and what was on offer, he hadn’t even considered. When Cillian looked at him with that hungry gleam in his eyes, Anthony wanted to jump and see what happened.

“I do. Shall we turn off the movie?” He didn’t care about the TV if he was on his knees, though it had been a useful distraction while Cillian tortured him.

Cillian grabbed the remote off the sofa and paused the movie. “We can finish it another time.”

Anthony followed Cillian to the bedroom, not sure what he was getting himself into but wanting to find out anyway, until Cillian held out a hot pink butt plug and a tube of lube.

“Hop onto the bed.” Cillian grinned.

“Um.” If he wasn’t ready for Cillian to play with his hole, he wasn’t ready to be fucked, and from the glint in Cillian’s eyes, he was already three steps ahead. This was the first hurdle, and he’d just fallen over it. He put his hand over the plug. It wasn’t as big as a dick, but it was suddenly too big. “Maybe… I’m not quite ready.”

“Uh-huh.” He put them on the bedside table. “I’ve got a smaller one you can take home, if you’d like?”

Oh, thank fuck. “That’s a good idea.”

Cillian hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pajamas, dragging them down. Slow enough that Anthony couldn’t look away even though he knew what Cillian looked like naked and the way his cock curved up. “Still want to do something?”

He licked his lower lip and nodded, then took off his jeans and briefs. His shoes were abandoned in the sitting room, and he didn’t care that he was still wearing socks. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for Cillian, pulling him onto his lap.

Cillian kissed him, then pulled off Anthony’s T-shirt. “So it doesn’t get messy.” Another kiss.

“Good thinking.” He smoothed his hands over Cillian’s hips, finally able to touch him. He wanted his hands everywhere at once.

Cillian grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto his hand, before reaching between them, and slicking both of their dicks in an unhurried way that made Anthony’s toes curl. He closed his eyes as Cillian kissed him, giving into the sensation.

He didn’t resist when Cillian pushed him onto his back and pressed close. With no hand between them, there was nothing but slick skin and the hot length of his cock.

The way Cillian moved, rocking his hips as if fucking him…

His tongue thrusting into his mouth…

Anthony thought he might break apart, shattering into one thousand sighs from Cillian’s kiss.

Cillian made that low noise Anthony loved, the one that never quite escaped his throat as he came. The wet heat spread over his skin and the scent of cum made Anthony’s balls draw up. He gripped Cillian’s hips and met every thrust. This time, he didn’t hold back his climax.

The kiss broke, and Anthony opened his eyes.

Cillian was watching him, back arched. “I guess we’re both going to need a shower.”

He’d lied. He didn’t want to “experiment” with Cillian. He didn’t like Cillian. He wanted to be his . Anthony pulled him down, gluing them together, and kissed him, so the words didn’t fall off his tongue.