The floors creaked a minute later and in the dark, his mattress depressed. Devon’s eyelids snapped open. He could barely see Hunter’s profile in the dark, the moonless night not offering much help. “What are you doing, Hunt?”
“Helping. Close your eyes and if I do something wrong or hurt you, tell me.”
“What? Hunter—”
“Shut up, Crowe.” The blankets peeled back and cold air sent goose bumps trailing over Devon’s skin. A large hand slid over his thigh, hesitant at first, but then Hunter moved the touch higher and cupped Devon through his boxers, sending awareness and all the blood in his body straight downward.
“Hunter—”
“Dude, I said shut up. This will help distract you.” Hunter stroked, bringing instant heat burning up Devon’s spine.
Holy shit. Hunter was going to jerk him off. “Hunter, seriously, you don’t have to—I’m fine or I could do this myself.”
Hunter paused and tugged Devon’s boxers down, careful not to jostle him too much, and then stroked Devon skin to skin. “If you can do this yourself, color me impressed.”
And then Hunter leaned over and put his mouth on him.
Everything inside Devon seized at once, and he gripped the sheets in tight fists. “Oh, fuck.”
Devon’s cock had only been half awake from the touch, but now he turned to steel at the hot, slick feel of Hunter’s mouth. God. God. His body was trying to implode with the rush of sensation, not just of physical pleasure but of knowing that it was Hunter’s lips wrapped around him. He could tell Hunter was unsure how exactly to go about this, his movements a little too gentle and tentative, but Jesus. Devon’s eyes wanted to roll back in his head.
“You don’t have to do this. I’ll be okay. I—”
Hunter lifted his head for a second, making Devon mourn the loss of his mouth immediately. “I know I don’t have to. I want to. Just tell me what you need for me to make you feel good.”
“I—” Devon tried to find his words. But he wasn’t noble enough to stop this. If Hunter Riley was going to insist on sucking his cock, he was going to let him. “Just do what you know feels good for you. You don’t have to be gentle, just watch the teeth.”
Hunter grunted his response, and then he was sliding his mouth over Devon’s cock again, sending Devon’s body tumbling into this warm, beautiful place where pain didn’t exist and all that mattered was the man sharing the moment with him and the way he was making him feel. Heat and pressure and slickness. Gripping hands and sliding tongues. And more than that, this utter awe of knowing that Hunter was doing this for him to help but also because on whatever level, he wanted Devon. The guy wasn’t rushing through this or white-knuckling it. He was exploring, taking his time and testing things out. He sucked him hard. Devon groaned. He teased the slit. Devon cursed. The man wasn’t experienced but he wasn’t scared either. And when he tried to take him all the way to the back of his throat, he gagged a little and pulled off for a second, but then went back to the job at hand.
Devon laced his fingers in Hunter’s hair, rolling in the bliss of it all. He was no longer aware of the pain in his ribs. Hell, he wasn’t sure he still had ribs. Maybe they’d melted along with the rest of his bones. He just felt like a knot of burning, aching need beneath Hunter’s mouth. His grip tightened against Hunter’s scalp. “Hunt, pull off, I’m gonna come.”
But Hunter didn’t move, just kept going with even more enthusiasm. Ah, fuck. Devon tried to hold back, knowing that swallowing could be a bit of an acquired pleasure. He didn’t want to push Hunter too far. But when he tapped Hunter’s shoulder in additional warning, Hunter didn’t budge and Devon couldn’t stop. Release ripped through him like a lightning bolt, and he had to bite his lips together from crying out loud enough for the whole house to hear.
Hunter stayed in place through the whole thing and didn’t sit up until it was obvious Devon was done. Devon’s head collapsed onto the pillow as he tried to catch his breath. “Holy fuck.”
Hunter coughed, choking a little.
Devon opened his eyes and turned to look his way, a small laugh spilling out of him. “I have some water left in that bottle if you need to wash it down. I tried to warn you, dude. You don’t have to jump in the deep end your first time.”
Hunter grabbed the water bottle and gulped some down. “Hey, if I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it right. And it wasn’t that bad, just didn’t expect it to hit with such force.”
Devon snorted, the move reminding him his ribs were throbbing, and carefully tugged up his shorts. “I once inhaled some by accident. Thought I was going to die. Never give head upside down.”
Hunter sniffed. “Noted. Did it at least help?”
“I don’t even know my name right now.”
He couldn’t see it, but he could feel Hunter’s smile in the dark. “Good. Maybe you can get some sleep now.”
Hunter moved to get up and Devon reached out, grabbing his arm, needing to touch him, wishing he could pull him down into bed next to him. “Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“What are we doing here, Hunt?”
He blew out a breath, the sound full of deep weariness, and sank back to sit on the bed. “I don’t know, man. I don’t fucking know.”
Devon’s heart squeezed in his chest. Part of him wanted to let all the shit he felt inside spill out, was tempted to tell Hunter that he wanted to be with him so much it hurt, that he loved him, that they could have this every night if he wanted them to.