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hole. "Didn't your mother ever blow over your scraped knees to make them feel better?"
"That's not why you're doing it," Lucas snapped back. "Tyler, stop it."
"In a second."
He felt the heat of Tyler's face against his buttocks a moment before Tyler's tongue
touched his core. He flinched, unable to help it, but Tyler held him in place as he used the tip of
his tongue to gently trace the swollen tissues. At first it felt weird since he was so sensitive
there and the tissues were plump. But very quickly it began to feel good and surprisingly
relieving. Tyler's tongue, slick and soft, slithered around his hole and then dipped inside,
causing Lucas to shudder and arch his back. He gripped the edges of the counter with whitened
fingers as Tyler gently tongue fucked him. His own panting breaths were soon the only things
Lucas could hear.
"You taste good," Tyler whispered. He flicked his tongue back and forth across the
swollen edges of his hole. "Clean. Sexy."
A groan was Lucas' response. His arms folded beneath him. He dropped his forehead
onto his crossed arms and panted into the cavern formed there. He spread his feet and thrust his
ass out because it felt so damned good.
"Whimper for me," Tyler urged.
Lucas whimpered and hated himself for it. But what could he do? This was almost as
good as being fucked. It made him want to get fucked.
Tyler pressed his face in deeper. His breaths caused moisture to cling to the crease of
Lucas' ass, not that there wasn't enough already with Tyler licking him all over. Lucas tried to
keep still but his knees trembled and his hips wanted to push back and forth, mimicking the sex
act. He wanted Tyler's tongue deeper, to really fuck into him. When Tyler seemed to hear his
mental plea and pushed his tongue past the puffed tissues, Lucas whimpered again and heard a
muffled answering moan from Tyler.
"Still want me to stop?" Tyler whispered as he lifted up and blew across the moisture
he'd left behind.
Lucas didn't, he really, really didn't. But he still couldn't completely trust Tyler. More
rimming was going to lead to more sex, and he didn't trust that Tyler would be careful or that it
wouldn't hurt like hell even if he was. Plus, if he ended up tearing Lucas, Lucas would have to
go to a hospital. Just the thought of bending over for a nurse and doctor and explaining how
he'd been injured was enough to kill his budding arousal.
"Yeah," he said regretfully, hating himself a little. "Just put the cream on, Ty."
Tyler huffed. "You're no fun, new guy." He ran a hand up and down Lucas' spine. It was
a strange touch, partly soothing and partly possessive. Lucas didn't know what to make of it.
"Fine," Tyler sighed when Lucas didn't change his mind. He stood up. "Give me the
cream, you pussy."
Ignoring the insult, Lucas straightened up so he was braced straight-armed again. He
handed back the tube and watched Tyler in the mirror. The bulge in Tyler's boxers had doubled
in size, which made Lucas feel better about the situation. At least he was sure that Tyler hadn't
just been trying to torment him; they'd both been affected.
"Grab your cheeks and spread 'em."
It was on the tip of Lucas' tongue to argue with him, but he decided there was no point.
Sighing loudly to make it clear how much he didn't appreciate doing this, he reached back and
grabbed both cheeks and pulled them apart.
Tyler chuckled. "You look like you're in a porn," he said evilly.
"I wouldn't know," Lucas ground out.
"You'll find out soon enough. I'll make you watch some raunchy stuff and see if you get
hard."
Typical Tyler, but Lucas was encouraged that he was making plans -- even jokingly --
for the two of them to hang out.
"I've never seen gay porn. Not more than what's in bi porn, anyway."
"Gay porn's the best. Down and dirty, dicks and asses everywhere. First time I saw one I
was twelve. A friend downloaded it by accident. It was pretty nasty stuff -- old fat guys with
twinks. But it was still fucking so it was good enough for jerking off to."
"It sounds like you've known you were gay for a long time," Lucas said as casually as he
could.
"What does that mean?" Tyler snapped.
"I only meant you sound comfortable with who you are," Lucas said quickly.
Tyler's reflection shrugged. "Maybe. I guess." He squirted some lotion onto the tip of
his forefinger.
"Are you from San Francisco?"
Tyler looked up and sneered at him. "Because that's where all the queers come from?"
Talking with Tyler was an exercise in patience. "If you don't answer me I have to make
guesses. Of course I'm going to start with the most obvious city. If you don't want me to do that
then just tell me already."
Frowning, Tyler looked down as he continued his work. The first touch of the cool
lotion to his enflamed tissues made Lucas hiss, but the lotion quickly warmed to body
temperature. He relaxed as Tyler spread the lotion around with a surprisingly tender touch.
"I'm from one of the most right-wing cities in the States," Tyler mumbled. "Colorado
Springs."
"I would have guessed somewhere in the Midwest."
"Close enough. Colorado Springs has a fuckton of Air Force bases, then there's Fort
Carson and Cheyenne Mountain where NORAD is. It's pretty hard core. Everyone walks
around with shaved heads and American flags stuck up their asses. Not so great for being a
fag."
"I know a guy who's in the Marines who's gay."
"Oh, yeah? And I bet he never told any of his Marine buddies either."
"I don't know. We weren't really friends."
"Just a random fag sighting, huh?"
Lucas winced at Tyler's bitterness. "So it must've been tough growing up there."
Tyler shrugged. "I bummed rides with the older kids who could drive to Boulder and
Denver. Lots of gays there. I spent all my free time. I didn't see my parents a whole lot. Good
thing for all of us. They weren't exactly card-carrying members of PFLAG."
"What's that?"
"Fuck, you don't know anything, do you?" Tyler pushed his finger forward, the tip
sinking inside. "Relax," he muttered as Lucas tensed up. "I'm just spreading it inside." But he
eased his touch as he continued speaking. "PFLAG stands for Parents, Families and Friends of
Lesbians and Gays. I think my dad would rather hang himself than join that. So I kept away and
didn't rub the gay in his face. It worked out."
"I'd like to think my parents would be okay with me telling them... about me," Lucas
said hesitantly.
"You can't even say it, idiot."
"Because it's new, alright? I've lived my entire life thinking I knew everything about
myself and now it's all different. I know it was probably hard growing up gay, but at least you
knew who you were. There weren't any nasty surprises."
"Sure there was," Tyler said quietly.
Lucas studied him in the mirror, seeing the emotions Tyler was terrible at concealing.
He could suddenly picture a teenaged Tyler, gay and unable to connect with his parents, having
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