Page 68 of Laying Low

“You ready for some more of that sex thing?”

“Oh my God, yes,” Reg whispered.“My mother gave us lubricant, and we haven’t even used it!”

Anthony tilted his head back under the emerging stars and laughed.“We,” he said against Reg’s temple, “are going to have to fix that.”He licked Reg’s earlobe.“I’ll top first.”

“Like a primer,” Reg offered shyly, echoing Anthony’s words from the night before.

“We’ll learn together,” Anthony told him soberly and then turned and took his hand, lacing their fingers together before he led the way up to the hotel’s entrance and to their room.

Neither of them reached for the lights as their door closed behind them.Instead they stood for a moment in the glow of the moon off the water and the still-graying sky.Anthony wasn’t sure what Reg saw as they met each other’s eyes, buthesaw the always shy butsobrave,soamazing partner he’d been hungering for his entire adult life.

He saw his future, and he had no words.

So when Reg turned toward him and tookhismouth, Anthony could only respond, could only kiss him back, taking over as he pushed under Reg’s shirts and pulled them over his head.

They kept kissing as they made for the bed, their hands fumbling for each other’s clothes, their feet trying not to trip as the puddles of cloth fell to the floor.They kicked off their shoes almost at the same time and shucked their jeans, and then Anthony paused and held out a hand to pause Reg too.

Anthony really hadn’t had a chance to enjoy Reg’s body the night before.The sight of him, slender and lean but defined, was arresting—as was his taut stomach, leading down to the trimmed thatch of blond hair and a sizable cock.

Anthony smirked and ran his fingers around Reg’s fattening length.

“What?”Reg asked breathlessly.

“You, uhm, groomed.”

“It got stuck in my underwear,” Reg muttered, and Anthony laughed softly before falling to his knees to worship properly.He’d had enough male partners to know he enjoyed this, had tasted enough cocks to know Reg’s was especially sweet.

Reg gasped and knotted his fingers in Anthony’s hair before releasing.“Damn,” he muttered.“Isn’t it my turn to do this?”

Anthony thrust his head forward until Reg was deep in his throat and then pulled slowly back, gripping the shaft in one hand to stroke while he answered.“No.Not tonight.Tonight, I want to take you…everywhere.”

And with that he pulled Reg into his mouth again, sucking hard and slow.He wanted Reg to come again, hard, down his throat.Reg had forgotten to warn him last night, but Anthony didn’t care.For that one moment in time, Reg hadn’t been worried about the future or making plans or figuring out how to fix the world.Forthatmoment, Reg had been focused onRegand on what Anthony was giving him, and Anthony found that the power to distract Reg with lovemaking, with pleasure, wasintoxicating.

Anthony had spent his entire life being the focus—of his parents, of his lovers.He wasn’t conceited, but he did tend to attract attention.His confidence did that; he was well aware of his privilege.

In this moment, with this kind, different,amazingperson, he felt like all that attention that he’d been gifted with had been his training ground for how to give attention to somebody he cared for, somebody who deserved to be the center.

Reg suddenly made a sound of desperation, and his fingers, which had been cupping Anthony’s skull through his shaggy hair, tightened.

His knees wobbled, and Anthony’s urgent arousal hit him like an anvil over the head.

The center of his world was close to filling his mouth with come.

He pulled off long enough to say, “It’s okay—let go!”and then gripped Reg’s shaft and engulfed his head again and used his tongue and his palate and—

Reg’s groan of completion was almost enough to bring Anthony to climax.

The only reason he could hold off was that Reg needed him, as no other human ever had.Anthony swallowed rapidly, supporting Reg’s thighs as he wobbled, and nudged him to the bed where he could collapse, still spurting on Anthony’s chin as he pulled out.

“Oh God,” Reg whispered.“I… I….”

“Shh….”Anthony stood up, wiped his chin on his shoulder, and then soothed his lover, pulling the covers down and laying him back on the bed.“It’s okay.I’ve got ya.”

“But….”Reg’s hands were shaking, and he didn’t stop stroking Anthony’s face, his neck, his shoulders, his hair, as Anthony fussed.“You—”

“It’s okay… calm down.I’ve got a plan.”Gently, he removed Reg’s glasses, which had steamed up with their activity, and set them on the end table.

Reg’s mouth relaxed into a small smile.“A primer,” he said dutifully, and Anthony nodded.