Page 59 of Laying Low

“Killing me, Registrar.Killingme.”And then he kissed Reg, gently at first, but Reg found himself responding with increasing pressure, with urgency, as Anthony pushed himself up on one elbow and took over the kiss completely, delving his tongue in again and again and again, until Reg moaned and gave himself over, not caring what happened next as long as their touch, their connection, didn’t end.

Anthony paused for a moment, his chest completely covering Reg’s, their skin sliding together deliciously.“Where do you want this to end, Reg?Tell me so I don’t cross a line.”

“Together,” Reg breathed.“I… I don’t have any supplies, though, do—” He paused, surprised, when Anthony pulled a bottle of lubricant out from under his pillow.“Where did that come from?”he asked, stunned.

Anthony grimaced.“If I told you your mother brought it would that ruin everything?She brought me condoms too, but I’ve been on PrEP since I was sixteen—Dad insisted.”He paused for a breath to let Reg digest this.“I know… I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m your first.”

Reg nodded and hid his face against Anthony’s shoulder.“Not hard to guess,” he mumbled.

“But the rest doesn’t surprise you?”

Reg shrugged.“My mom is a lot like your dad.We all got the sex talk before sex was even a thing.And—” He gave a weak chuckle.“—let’s say nobody was surprised when Chance and I came out at the same dinner table.”

Anthony smiled slightly and then nipped him on the chin.“Someday, when we’re not in bed—” Now he nibbled Reg’s ear.“—you’re going to have to—” And now he was licking Reg’s neck.“—tell me that story.”

“What story?”Reg asked hazily, lost to everything but the heaven of Anthony’s lips on his skin.

“That’s what I’m talking about.”

Talking stalled for a bit as Anthony moved his lips down along Reg’s chest, and Reg tilted his head back and just…abandonedhimself to the sensations.No worries.Not here.Not with this man.He was safe.The only consequences were honesty, but Anthony already knew his secrets, and he was unafraid.Reg’s nakedness was a small price to pay to be naked likethis.

Still, Anthony paused as he kissed his way down Reg’s soft concave stomach.

“You ready for this?”he asked softly, and Reg nodded, wondering if it was true.

“I can… you know… touch you too?”he asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” Anthony told him, stroking his upper thigh tenderly.“But I figured I’d give you a… you know, primer.”

Reg laughed and then gasped as Anthony rolled his briefs down his legs.Reg’s cock flopped out, hard and smacking against his stomach, and Anthony made a purr of approval.

“Very nice,” he murmured, stroking it softly.“I’m already a fan.”

Reg would have laughed again, but Anthony was touching him, smoothing a finger over the head, squeezing his base and stroking up, and suddenly this whole situation was very, very serious.

“I… oh wow.I… I’m not sure… oh!”

Anthony had licked the head with his tongue, and what Reg could only think of as sparkles cascaded through his nervous system, lighting everything up with amazement.

“Wow!”he gasped, and then Anthony chuckled and engulfed the entire thing.“Wow!”That last one came out as a squeak, and Reg’s hands beat at the sheets as he tried to find his center, tried to control his breathing, the sounds he was making, the way his body flailed—

Anthony grabbed one of his hands and pulled his mouth off Reg’s cock.“Easy,” he soothed.“Put one hand in my hair, grab the sheets with the other, and hold on.If anything hurts, say stop.If you’re going to come, warning might be nice but not necessary.Everybody else is two floors down.Grab me, Reg, and let go of yourself.I’m safe.I promise.”

And with that he captured Reg in his mouth again, stroking slowly, purposefully, and while the sparkles continued, they flowed like a river now, and Reg, safe with Anthony as he’d never been, relaxed and let them take him.

Without thinking he spread his thighs wantonly, and then let go of Anthony’s hand and—as requested—knotted his fingers in Anthony’s thick hair.Anthony took the invitation and used one hand to grip Reg’s base and the other to… oh God… oh God….

Cup his balls… tease his parted thighs, hint—just hint—that he was going to explore Reg’s cleft—

And that was it.That was all Reg had in him for control.

With a gasp, he found himself going over the falls, splashing up, up, into Anthony’s throat, crying out softly, without shame, as his fingers released Anthony’s hair and the bundled-up sheet, and his toes curled in orgasm.

And Anthony’s mouth stayed constant, laving him, milking him, until Reg made a sound of discomfort—not pain, exactly, but of acknowledgment that the touch was intense, and Anthony released him, shoving up on the bed to smooth his hair back with spit-sticky fingers, to kiss his face with glazed lips.

Reg turned into the kisses, opening his mouth, tasting his own spend, falling into the messiness and glorious aftershock of sex while he fell into Anthony’s body, his strength, all over again.

Finally his tremors stilled and he lay, trying to catch his breath, with Anthony’s head pillowed on his shoulder.