Chapter 14

 

“Geoffrey, open the door.”

He wanted to get up. He did. And a part of him felt bad for how he’d pushed Sven away. But he hadn’t experienced this sort of agony since his parents had been killed.

Who had done this? Had it gone further than what was shown on the video? Someone touching him while he was clearly saying no was violation enough, but had it gotten worse? The uncertainty had become an acid eating through his soul. He had tried to watch the video again to see if there was anything that he could remember about the person, any little tic or something that would give their identity away, but he’d had to stop it before it reached the end. He couldn’t watch that part again.

A deep chill set into his body and wouldn’t let go.

He just couldn’t remember. Not that night. Not the person. Nothing.

And looking at the comments had turned into an obsession. Even after the video had been taken down, they continued to stream in on other posts.

What did he expect with the way he acts?

I see him at clubs all the time. Seen him kissing lots of guys.

Eh, I fucked him. Wasn’t anything special.

This was obviously staged for sympathy. He’s a millionaire—doesn’t need it.

Sympathy? That didn’t even make any sense. And he had not fucked that guy. The kissing? Yeah probably. He hadn’t been living like a saint.

There were just so…many…comments. He couldn’t keep up. They came in on Instagram, Tumblr and even the Facebook account he barely used.

And some of these people he knew.

Or thought he had.

They all seemed to revel in his downfall and they came in flocks like starving vultures to peck at what had once been his safe areas. Geoffrey closed the laptop and curled up under the covers in the center of his bed. He pulled the duvet over his head and made a cocoon. His sheets still smelled of Sven. He hugged close the pillow he’d used and buried his face in it. He wasn’t one to hide, but the comfort of his bed was too alluring to resist.

“I’m coming in.”

He heard the door open, the steps across his room and Sven’s breathing as he stood beside the bed. His sigh was loud as the covers shifted and Sven slid under them. He placed his hand on Geoffrey’s stomach and pulled him in tight against him, curling that big, beautiful body around his. Lips touched the back of his head.

“I haven’t showered,” he whispered.

“I don’t care,” Sven whispered back, nuzzling into his hair.

Exhausted or not, his body stirred at the intimate touch and his chest tightened because that felt like something way beyond sexual—like loving.

Sven suddenly tensed. “I should have thought—Geoffrey, are you okay with me touching you?”

“What?” Surprise froze him until he realized that had anyone else tried to touch him right then, he would have hated it, so the inquiry made sense. But he hadn’t been kidding when he’d said Sven made him feel safe. Geoffrey wrapped his fingers around Sven’s arm. “I’m very okay with you touching me. I’m sickened by that video, by what happened, but your touch helps…I don’t know, erase it. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” Sven squeezed him. “You need to get up. Do something. I’ve only known you a short time, G, but even I know this isn’t like you. You’re a fighter.”

“I know.”

“Then what are you doing?”

Geoffrey didn’t have an answer. On one level, he knew none of those people mattered. He knew that he hadn’t asked to be touched. But he felt so betrayed and it wasn’t just the terrifying video of his nearly unconscious body being molested—it was the way everyone turned on him. There were some defending him, but the number was shockingly low compared to the ones gleefully jumping onto the shame wagon. So many, they’d weighed it down to a slow crawl. That swarm of judging, pointing fingers had become a recycling storm that hovered heavy over his social media pages.

“I need to go see my sister today,” Sven said.

Every muscle in Geoffrey’s body tensed. He didn’t care if it made him look like a weenie—he just wanted Sven protecting him. No one else. He kept seeing that pixelated hand on his body. He shivered.

Sven’s arms tightened and another kiss landed on the sensitive skin behind his ear. “Normally, I’d turn you over to Royce, but I don’t want you out of my sight. You’re coming with me.”

The finality in that statement made Geoffrey shiver for a different reason. The man didn’t ask, he told. And right then, that was welcome because Geoffrey didn’t feel up to anything, not even making decisions.

“Come on. It’ll do you good to get out of the house.”

“Okay, but I’m only going out of intense curiosity to meet your sister and see a little of where you came from.”

Sven maneuvered Geoffrey until he faced him in the bed.

“Fuck, it’s hot the way you can move me around like I weigh nothing.” Geoffrey snuggled in close and wrapped an arm around Sven. “Oh, you smell way better than I do and I can tell you’re getting ready to kiss me and nope. Gotta brush my teeth.”

“Like I give a fuck,” Sven muttered as he raised Geoffrey’s face and slanted his lips over his. Geoffrey didn’t bother trying to keep his lips closed and he stopped caring about it. Sven had a way of commandeering his body that made everything else disappear. Self-righteous internet pricks and psychopathic stalkers alike. He wallowed in all that strength—the warmth of his mouth, the steady sureness of his touch. A thick thigh slid between his legs as his hand moved down to cup one cheek of his ass.

Geoffrey was hard in an instant.

“Still good here, Geoffrey?”

“Hell, yeah,” he gasped into Sven’s mouth when the man used that hand to make him rock into his thigh. One finger unerringly slid into his crack and even with the thin material of his boxers between his flesh and Sven’s, that touch, that pressure on his hole, was like lightning. It sent shockwaves of electricity through him, alighting every nerve in his body. Sven kept up a steady rhythm as he made Geoffrey rub off on him. Holy shit, it was just as good as full-on sex and he couldn’t stop the noises he released into Sven. His thigh was hard and hot and that hand cupped his ass…so perfectly. He rocked and rocked and he came just as Sven sent his tongue deep into his mouth.

Sven swallowed his cries and dug his fingers into the crease where his thigh attached to his body. A long, rumbling noise rolled out of Sven and Geoffrey gasped as more shudders ripped through him. His muscles liquefied and he buried his face in Sven’s neck as he tried to catch his breath.

The big guy just held him close, his hold firm.

Moments later, Geoffrey stirred and pulled back. He stared at Sven, taking in the affection softening those deep, green eyes. The concern. Even with his reassurance, the man still paid close attention. For the first time in two days, that tight ball of anxiety in his chest loosened. “Now we both need a shower.”

“Good thing you have one built for two.”

He thought of saying it was built for more, but technically, Sven easily took up the space of two. “I’ll take care of you in there.”

“I don’t need anything, Geoffrey. Anything other than the normal energetic and happy you.”

Geoffrey lifted an eyebrow. “Really? You like him?”

Sven was quiet for several, long moments. “I do. A lot.”

And there went his flip-flopping heart again.

Nearly two hours later, after they had stopped by Sven’s small apartment to pick up clothes, they stood in his sister’s condo. Geoffrey had been dying to explore Sven’s place, but all he’d had time to do was glimpse the warm earth-toned furniture and plethora of family photos that covered every available surface.

Alida lived in a high-rise off Columbia Parkway and she had a fantastic view of the Ohio River. Like Geoffrey’s, her place had a wall of windows off the living room. Hers led to a covered balcony. Inside, the walls featured light beige and blue with a heavy contrast in the dark wood floors. It wasn’t a big place, but Geoffrey knew for a fact it wasn’t a cheap one—not with that view. Sven had told him on the way here that she’d bought it herself and her husband had moved in.

So yeah, her place was nice, but Geoffrey could not take his eyes off Alida Johnson.

“You could never convince anyone you aren’t related,” he blurted out.

Alida threw her head back and laughed. The move sent her long blonde hair to shake and shimmer down her back. Her long back. She was over six feet tall with the same bright green eyes and her smile looked so much like Sven’s, Geoffrey kept blinking at her. She wore jeans and a loose jade-colored T-shirt. Even her bare feet were long and elegant.

Like Sven’s.

“I’m happy to claim him as my brother,” she said, smiling as she handed a swaddled baby to Sven. “Always.”

“You’re like a goddess,” Geoffrey breathed. “A real, live goddess standing here. In the middle of Ohio. What brought you to this Earthen plane, O Bright One?” Geoffrey leaned over the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the living area. “It was love, right? You must be Freya, and the only thing I can imagine that would bring a warrior goddess to this world is the kind of love your people wrote sonnets about.”

She leaned over the other side of the bar and propped her square chin in her palm. This put her about a foot from Geoffrey’s face. “My people? Do tell.”

He waved toward the living room where a smiling Sven had taken the baby and settled onto the couch. “The tall, beautiful people who are apparently churned out of the north like sun babies.”

She snorted. “Oh, I like you. I think I’ll keep you.”

“Mine,” Sven said from the living room. He didn’t raise his voice—probably so he didn’t startle the sweet baby he’d unwrapped and now held up to his face. But he didn’t need to. The possession in that tone came through loud and clear. Before he cooed at the baby. Actually cooed.

Geoffrey’s legs wobbled and he quickly sat on a barstool. When he looked back at Alida, it was to find a shrewd narrowing of the eyes trained on him. Yep. She was reading him like a book. And those words were Yes, I want to be his pocket love-slave and stay tucked against his heart always. But his gaze was drawn back to Sven and the tiny blond creature currently cooing back at him.

“Oh God,” he said under his breath.

When Alida snorted again, he knew he’d still been too loud. “I thought so,” she murmured as she leaned closer. With those legs, she could probably reach all the way across. He wondered how tall her husband was and if he was doomed to stand in the land of giants. He glanced back at Sven who had now stretched out on the soft-looking brown sofa and sat the baby on his chest. Okay, maybe not doomed…

He turned to find Alida still staring at him. “You are just his type.”

“Not according to him,” Geoffrey answered. “It’s taken me months to get him to even look at me.”

She shook her head. “Nah. He looked. He told me.”

Shock punched him in the chest. It came wrapped around a hard ball of hope. “He did?”

“Mmhhmm,” she hummed, chin still in her hand. Her hair was so long and so silky looking, it pooled onto the black granite. “Sexy little blond with quick hands. That you?”

Eyes wide, he glanced back at Sven to find him cuddling the child. Oh, he was so, so fucked. He quickly faced Alida. “Yeah, that would be me. If you weren’t related to him, you’d have trouble keeping your hands off, too.”

She laughed and straightened up. “Oh Geoffrey, we are going to be good friends. Want a beer? I know my brother won’t drink on the job so I won’t bother to ask him.”

He nodded and as he watched her pad to the refrigerator and grab two beers and a water bottle out of the cabinet for Sven, he found himself hoping they would. She had an easy-going freshness to her that drew him in. He was comfortable here with her and from the looks of her brother, so was he. Geoffrey wanted this. He had a family in Finn and had always felt the two of them were enough, but Finn was out in the world, making his own way. Though he still technically lived with Geoffrey, he was gone more than at home now and Geoffrey had always loved the warmth of family around him.

It was one of the reasons he’d been so drawn to Lucas Vallois and his friends. Deep down, he yearned for that. For real connections—not the ones he had with the people he hung out with online and in clubs. Was that desire what pulled him so strongly to Sven? Was it more for the end to his loneliness than it was true caring and need? He turned his head and watched as Sven laid the baby down on his chest and closed his eyes.

Nope.

He was fucking in love with the big guy and he, of course, came to that realization while the man was cuddling a small human to his big, manly chest.

Geoffrey Ralse had officially embraced cliché.

Oh, who was he kidding? Blond, twink, smart-assed, and loved to bottom. He was practically the epitome of cliché. And he didn’t give a shit.

And falling for Sven like this put him over into full-on Hollywood character mode. Now the question was…did this movie have a wonderful rom-com ending or had he inadvertently stumbled into a teary drama where the wonderfully lovable gay lead perished in a horrid, untimely death?

“Do you and Sven usually hang out on Saturdays?” Geoffrey asked, forcing his mind to a more pleasant topic.

“Nope. We usually have dinner on Wednesdays after he’s run his errands and played Frisbee golf.” Her smile softened a bit, becoming edged with a little sadness. “He called and said that you were having a rough time. Thought you could use a change of scenery. A cute baby.”

Geoffrey’s heart pounded hard in his chest as he stared at the amazing man stretched out with the baby holding two fistfuls of beard. He’d done it all for Geoffrey—got him an escape and took a chance by introducing him to his family—just to lift his spirits.

“What’s your baby’s name?” he said after clearing his throat of the lump that had grown there. Inside, he was both chiding himself and trying to calm the terrified racing of his heart. And his crazy imagination.

“Reuben. My husband is British and it’s long been a family name.”

“I like that. Helps that he’s named after my favorite sandwich.”

Alida sighed. “Mine, too. Hey, Sven, can you guys stay for dinner? I’m making Reubens.”

“She doesn’t mean you, sweet little boy,” Sven said, patting the boy’s back. “Your mommy has a deplorable sense of humor.”

“But good taste in food.” She winked at Geoffrey. “You hungry? I know it’s not dinnertime yet, but I skipped lunch and breastfeeding has me eating meals at all weird hours anyway.”

“I am actually.” He hadn’t eaten yet and had barely picked at his Chinese takeout the night before. The recollection brought him back to the reason he’d been so depressed and a fresh wave of humiliation swept over him, prickling his skin and making him nauseous. All those people had seen him drugged, in his private personal space. He’d always been careful about where he took his selfies and most knew the inside of his closet well. But now, they’d seen his room, his bed. They’d watched him get touched by a ghostly pixelated hand that in all actuality belonged to a real son of a bitch. The fiery urge to find out who it was came back and a new resolve squared his shoulders.

He watched Alida pull out food, turned to take in her very calm and happy brother snuggling with baby Reuben. It was time. He decided then and there that he was now in fight mode. No more hiding for Geoffrey.

 

 

 

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Quinn called when Geoffrey was changing into his favorite pair of blue silk pajama pants and delivered some mildly helpful news. They had cleaned up the video image enough to verify that is was a white male’s hand, but they hadn’t been able to get the voice to come through yet. Quinn was still focused on the fact that the stalker had some mad tech skills and was sure that it was an important lead on who it could be. Geoffrey didn’t want to, but he had to agree with Quinn. Just those two facts cut down the list of potential suspects considerably.

They also managed to get a hold of former cop Hollis Banner. He had a friend who was a criminal profiler. He was going to reach out and see if she could look at the information that they had gathered so far on the stalker. She could potentially cut the list down even further for them.

It was progress. Sure, it wasn’t a name and an arrest that would allow him to fully get his life back, but they were making steps forward. And he had Sven.

He walked into the kitchen to make popcorn for their movie and grabbed the extra butter microwavable kind. Geoffrey was all about what he called the cheating trifecta—alcohol, waffles and extra, extra butter.

While it popped, he leaned against the counter and spotted his tablet on the dining room table. He started to reach for it, then changed his mind. He hadn’t turned on any of his electronic devices on purpose in hours and the lightness in his chest told him a lot. A lot about how maybe he should take more time off it. The last two days, his curiosity had been too strong to ignore but tonight, all he wanted was to curl up against Sven and sink his brain into an action flick. Learning those were Sven’s favorite kind of movies had only made him more determined to convince the man they belonged together.

Sven walked into the kitchen from the hall leading to the guest room. Like Geoffrey, he was shirtless and all Geoffrey’s attention latched on to that wide expanse of muscled chest. He wondered if it would be too weird if he just walked over and licked his nipples.

“You have the strangest expression on your face,” Sven murmured. “I can’t tell if it’s good or bad.”

“Oh, it’s good. I’m wondering where to put my tongue first.”

“Keep talking like that and we won’t be watching a movie and I won’t get my shirts done.”

Geoffrey finally noticed he was carrying a pile of clothes with a small box on top. “Do you need the washer? I can throw in a load for you.”

“Nah. The shirts are clean. I’m going to fix a couple of rips while we watch the movie.”

“Uh, fix?”

The corner of Sven’s mouth quirked. “My mother is the queen of frugal and raised us to repair before we throw out.”

He didn’t know whether to laugh or be impressed. “Seriously? You’re going to sew your shirts?” The microwave dinged. “This I gotta see.”

“It’s not that thrilling. Trust me.”

“It is if you do it naked.”

Sven didn’t answer, he just watched as Geoffrey poured the popcorn into a big bowl, grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the pantry—he’d noticed Sven never drank it cold—and walked toward the stairs. He knew he looked good in these pants, that they cupped his ass so Sven would know he hadn’t bothered with underwear. He felt the burn of that gaze on his ass all the way up the stairs and while he bent over to dig the DVD he wanted out of the cabinet underneath his wall screen. He made sure to clench his cheeks a couple of times.

He caught Sven standing next to the couch, mesmerized, and threw him a sassy grin.

But Sven turned the tables on him when he set his things down and slowly pulled down his sweatpants. He kicked them off, settled onto the couch, and pulled a shirt into his lap.

All words and organized thought fled his mind as he watched Sven let down his hair and shake his head until it fell around his shoulders. Then he casually opened his pack and started threading a needle.

A wave of amused affection went through him. “You weren’t kidding?”

“Why throw out a perfectly good shirt when I can fix it? Rips in seams are easy.” He waved a hand at himself. “It’s hard enough finding clothes that fit.”

Geoffrey had a talented tailor who could make that difficulty disappear. He thought of a specifically designed, close-fitting black suit made for that muscular body and knew he was about to make things a little more obscene. But after he watched him darn his shirts. He was pretty sure that was the right word. He’d never seen anyone darn before.

“Avengers okay?” He held up the DVD.

“Very.”

He got everything set up and grabbed the remote and the bowl of popcorn. “When Finn was in high school, he and his friends lived in this room. I hardly got to enjoy movies on this big screen because they always had the Xbox going.”

“You don’t play?”

Geoffrey choked on a piece of popcorn. “You do?”

A hunk of blond hair fell over his face when Sven nodded. “A few games.”

Geoffrey tilted his head as he regarded him. “Let me guess. The long quest ones. With swords.”

“You’d guess right and you’d get bonus points for dragons.”

“Oh, I know exactly which game and we are so going to play sometime.”

“You’re on.” Sven turned a shirt inside out and started working on a seam right as the film started.

He was really going to sew his shirts naked. Screw all those people online. Screw his fucking stalker. Life was good.

“So tell me about Matinee. I haven’t used it. Sorry.” His slight smile had a sheepish cast. “But I heard it’s different than a lot of other hookup apps.”

Geoffrey gave a little shrug. “It is, but it’s mostly just the user interface. I managed to make it feel very streamlined and sleek. The app also has a stronger link to the GPS with your phone so that you can get notifications when there’s someone close to your location who uses Matinee and matches your search parameters.” He tossed some popcorn into his mouth, enjoying the warmth that filled him as he talked to Sven. He’d never really discussed his app or its development with anyone. His friends were usually just interested in the money he made off it.

“That sounds amazing.”

“There were several different apps that were created around that time and two happened to become the most popular. I was lucky that one was mine.” He paused, his eyes falling to the bowl of popcorn in his lap, but all he could see was Finn’s young face. “It couldn’t have hit at a better time. Social Services felt I was too young to raise Finn even though we were going to be fine with the life insurance my parents left us. But the sale of that app cemented the whole deal. They saw I was responsible enough to see its creation through and market it. I was able to get full custody with visits every few months for the next year and that was it.”

“It’s incredible what you accomplished. I’m impressed.”

“Don’t be. I got lucky.”

“It’s not luck. You’re brilliant and responsible. You would have done whatever was needed to take care of your brother.”

Geoffrey could only smile under Sven’s heartfelt praise. No one had ever said that. When they looked at him, they saw only his young face or his crazy social media posts with his party persona. They didn’t know about the guy who stayed up late helping Finn with his calculus homework or saw his brother through the bullying he suffered after the death of their parents.

“So what kind of app are you working on now?”

Geoffrey was kind of mesmerized by the slow and steady movements of the needle. He would have thought this would be too domestic for him, but there was something wickedly exciting about this big Viking-like man sewing naked.

Sven’s hand stopped moving and he chuckled. “Still with me?”

“Huh?” Geoffrey blinked at him. “Yeah, yeah, still here. What’d you ask?” He looked back down at Sven’s lap, noticing that the big guy wasn’t unaffected by his stare. “My app.” He stopped for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip. He was about to break his own rule of never discussing a project with someone before it was done. But this was Sven…and he wanted to share it with him.

“I’m working on something better than Facebook. It’ll be a social media platform that’s specific to group needs. Lovers of music can be in groups with musicians. Readers can be with authors. People will be able to tailor their sections to only see news from those people and it won’t be policed by prudes. Each group can set their own rating. There are other ones out there like this, but I’m hoping to give it my own signature flair.”

“Incredible.” Sven set the shirt aside and reached for a blue one. He began to rethread the needle with matching thread. “Sounds like something that could even interest me in joining.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the only one working on something like this and we all want to be the next Mark Zuckerberg, so time is not my friend.”

Sven looked around the room. “You’re doing pretty well now.”

“Yeah, I am. But I’m also ambitious as hell.” He munched on popcorn and swallowed. “What about you? Are you doing what you’ve always dreamed of doing?”

“I am. It feels like I’m doing what I was meant to.”

“You’re so good. You remind me of Captain America.”

He got an eye roll in response. “Please. He’s not my least favorite superhero, but sometimes his holier-than-thou attitude is grating.”

“Agreed. So, who is your least favorite superhero?”

“Red Hulk.”

A loud laugh jumped from his throat. “I can see we’ll be having some interesting conversations. Lucky for you, Red Hulk isn’t in this Avengers movie we’ve been ignoring. We should both be drooling over Thor.”

A smile cracked that gorgeous mouth. “Loki is more my speed.”

Geoffrey groaned. “Great, now I’m thinking about being in a Loki/Sven sandwich.”

Sven set the shirt on the table next to him and didn’t grab another. He put the needle and thread away. “Geoffrey, I don’t share.”

Geoffrey shivered and paused the movie because he didn’t want to miss a word of this. “So…are we together then?”

His gaze locked on Geoffrey. “I would like to explore whatever this is longer, yes.”

“So…monogamy.”

Green eyes narrowed. “Is that a problem?”

He shook his head and set the bowl on the coffee table, then curled one leg beneath him as he faced Sven. “No. If we’re going to try, I’d prefer we didn’t have sex with anyone else. I’ve never shared well myself.”

“Good because I prefer relationships over casual sex.” Sven stared at the television.

“Sven.” Geoffrey waited until he looked back at him. “There is absolutely nothing casual about our sex.”

The heat that snapped between them made Geoffrey squirm on the couch. He felt fidgety and he stood, then sat back down and picked up the bowl to set on his lap. But Sven had other ideas because he reached out and plucked Geoffrey up, bowl and all, turning so he could stretch his legs out and set Geoffrey between them. He pulled Geoffrey’s back to his chest.

Geoffrey closed his eyes as their bare skin touched. He groaned and leaned his head back. “I think this thing we have going may be too new for cuddling on the couch through a whole movie.”

“Since we’ve barely made it through the opening, I think you’re right,” Sven murmured as he pulled the lobe of Geoffrey’s ear into his mouth and sucked.

He tried to put the popcorn bowl to the side on the coffee table and missed completely. Popcorn spilled all over the floor.

He didn’t give a shit.

Turning his head to the side, he whispered, “I’m sorry I pushed you away last night.”

Sven opened his mouth over Geoffrey’s jaw. It was still a little sensitive from the beard burn.

“I understood,” Sven whispered. “I’m not the kind of man who will get upset when you need space. Though,” he nuzzled into Geoffrey’s hair, “if we’re going to try dating and I’m here for the night, I’d prefer to sleep with you.”

“So would I.” Geoffrey caught his mouth and pressed for entry.

The sexiest fucking groan rumbled against his lips as Sven fell into the kiss with all his usual enthusiasm. The man kissed thoroughly and he made no effort to hide how very much he got off on kissing.

Sven pulled back and ran a finger over Geoffrey’s cheek and chin. “Your skin is so sensitive. I should shave.”

“Oh hell no. I love your beard. I like the burn and I’ll get used to it.” Geoffrey scrambled to his feet and pushed down his pajama pants. The flare of heat that lit Sven’s eyes thrilled him. He crawled back onto the couch, settling between Sven’s legs. “I love your body,” he breathed as he leaned up to press his mouth to Sven’s belly.

He ran his nose through the hair of his happy trail, loving that his body hair matched the darker strands in the hair on his head. The blond streaks made him think that Sven spent a lot of time out in the sun—probably playing Frisbee golf. He moved down, running his tongue down that hard prick to his balls. Heavy and hairy just the way he liked them. He pulled one into his mouth and dug his fingers into those hard thighs when Sven bucked up into him.

He got the other one just as wet before blowing on them and loving the way Sven shivered and moaned. “I owe you one for this morning.”

“I loved this morning. You don’t owe me anything.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “You telling me you don’t want my mouth?”

“Hell, no.”

He lifted Sven’s fat cock. “This is beautiful. I know everyone thinks I’ve slept with most of this city, but I really haven’t.” He kissed the exposed tip. “Yours is my first uncut dick.”

“It’s normal where I was born.”

“So,” Geoffrey whispered, letting his breath brush over Sven’s balls as he turned his head and kissed the side. He sucked lightly. “Teach me what you like.”

This time, the groan was longer and louder. Sven shuddered and grabbed the base of his cock.

Fuck, he loved this. Loved that his words alone were enough to wreck this man. Geoffrey had never had this sort of power over anyone before and it went to his head. And his own dick, which ached because he was so damn hard. When Sven didn’t say anything, he chuckled and ran his tongue around the partially exposed tip again. “Come on, big guy.”

Sven rubbed his hand over Geoffrey’s hair. “Everyone is different. Just explore. Play with it. Nibble. I’m extra sensitive, so sometimes it doesn’t take much. My favorite thing is for you to push the skin back with your lips or just keep the tip in your mouth while using your hands. But Geoffrey,” he said, his voice hoarse as he stroked his fingers over Geoffrey’s cheek and chin. “Don’t worry, I’ll like whatever you do. And if there is something I don’t, I’ll tell you.”

At this point, Geoffrey was so turned on from Sven being so open and vocal, he was pretty sure he could come without being touched at all. He wrapped his fingers around that beautiful dick and slid his hand toward Sven’s pubes, then brought it back up. He stuck his tongue inside the hood, pressing on the bundle of nerves while moving his hands. Sven shouted and bucked up into his mouth. So Geoffrey sucked, lightly because that seemed to work best for Sven, then he moved his hand and holy hell, he felt dizzy with how fucking hot this was. Geoffrey’s whole body was shaking.

He loved the way this man smelled. Loved that he was noisy only when he was turned on and he loved that he got even louder the more strung out he got. Geoffrey would never have to wonder if Sven was enjoying sex and he knew he’d quickly become addicted to seeing all the ways he could make Sven yell.

So he sucked and he jacked him and he licked his fingers and pressed them behind his balls. He fucking loved being stroked there.

So did Sven because he moaned, his big body shuddering.

And when his movements grew more frantic and his dick pulsed in Geoffrey’s mouth, he stopped and held his balls. He repeated this move over and over, edging Sven until he turned into a quivering mess underneath him. When he couldn’t handle it any longer himself, he pressed his thumb into Sven’s perineum and pushed his tongue over that bundle of nerves again and Sven shouted loud enough to wake the neighbors as he spurted into Geoffrey’s mouth.

Geoffrey buried his face in the crease of Sven’s thigh as he jacked himself. He was so focused, he jerked in surprise when Sven pulled him up and wrapped his big hand around his cock. That was all it took and he shouted just as loud as Sven had as he spilled all over him. He slumped against him, breathing hard and when Sven kissed his temple, he smiled into his skin. In that moment, he decided he would do anything he could to keep this man.