"Aw, fuck, Chad..." The warning was part moan, part plea, and way too late. But, then, every time Chad got in one of these moods, nothing Chris said or did made much difference. And, if Chris was honest with himself, it wasn't like he ever tried all that hard. Chad scooted to the edge of his chair, knee barely brushing Chris'. Chad was still holding his plate of food in one hand, but Chris noticed he'd at least set the bottle of beer down. When Chris glanced up, he could see that Chad had already loosened his tie and the top two buttons of his shirt. His gaze zeroed in on the hollow of Chad's throat, gold-hued, perfect skin just begging to be marked by Chris' teeth. "Seriously," Chad said, in a slithering murmur, leaning in like they were having a normal conversation between friends. "If I was to drop right now and take out your cock and start sucking on it, what do you think she'd do?" Crystal blue eyes flickered down, then back up, and the unholy glee in them stuttered Chris' breath. "Bet some of her friends would love it," Chad continued. "Me, with my face buried between your legs and my tongue all over your cock and you ramming it down my throat that way you do when I'm doing a good job..." "Chad..." It came out all strangled, and Chris glanced quickly around his mother's sitting room to make sure that no one else could hear the conversation. He nodded weakly to Mrs. Beasley, who was thankfully across the room, chatting with Old Man Pikesdale and Ms. Clancy. He didn't see his mother. Or the Reverend. Hopefully they were still in the kitchen. "We just got out of service, man..." "And now I'm in the mood to worship." Chris didn't even need to look to know that Chad was smirking at him. "If I suck you off good enough, you think you could come on my face?" From semi-hard to painful in two seconds. It was a fucking gift. Chris glanced over again, met Chad's amused grin. Chris wanted nothing more than to yank Chad by the tie and wipe that smirk off his face. He could practically taste the blood on his tongue. "Keep it up, and I won't let you near my cock for a week." "Empty threat," Chad replied, a statement, and made a small show of flicking his tongue out over his upper lip. Chris could practically feel the rough slide of it over his balls, spearing into his ass, licking along the head of his cock. Every single fucking time. Chris stopped wondering a long time ago how Chad did it. Chad chewed thoughtfully on a piece of ham, and Chris watched the play of his throat as he swallowed with a hunger bordering on obscene. "Yeah, I think I'd like that," Chad nodded. "Me on my knees for you right now, right here. Using nothing except my tongue and lips and teeth to get you off, then sitting back so you can paint my face with your come." Chris spared another small smile for Mrs. Beasley, then stood. He was thankful as shit that he still had his suit jacket on. "Meet me at the car in five minutes." Chad bit his lower lip when he looked up, and Chris wanted nothing more than to soothe the mark with his tongue. "Where're we going?" "Some place where no one can hear you beg." Chris taught the triumphant smile just before Chad shivered. Yeah, he was definitely going to make Chad work for it. "Five minutes," he repeated, then left to find his mom and tell her they were headed out for a spell. Chris knew every single back road around these parts, every lane, every bit of forest, and he intended to take full advantage. Maybe, if he fucked Chad's mouth hard and long enough, he'd be too sore to talk during Sunday dinner.
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