Bryce dragged his feet across the floor, shoulders slumped and eyes heavy until he finally landed on the empty couch with a relieved sigh.
Work today was particularly rough. Bryce's boss woke up on the wrong side of the bed, which essentially meant simultaneous headaches for everyone in the office. His neck pain felt like the last few minutes of San Andreas and all he wanted to do was sleep the moment he got home.
Bryce doesn't usually get migraines. Even during exam weeks in college. But maybe that's because no one ever really hovers over his head during exam weeks in college.
Unfortunately, his boss left him more work to do in exchange for getting out of the office early. Roxanne isn't normally like that, which really is the only thing keeping Bryce from imagining her stuck in a one-way train ride to Mexico.
Before Bryce's vision could completely fall out, the door to their bedroom swung open, revealing Ian who'd woken up at the sound of his boyfriend's footsteps, left cheek pink and marked with bedsheet creases as the result of his habit of sleeping on his side. Bryce chuckled.
"Hey..." Ian mumbled, hugging himself as he approached the blond.
"Hey," Bryce smiled up at him before deciding to stay put and wait for Ian to reach him. If there's a time to be lazy, that time was definitely tonight. Besides, Ian looked so adorable stumbling sleepily across the living room, and he'd hate to miss that. "Did I wake you?"
"You missed dinner..." Ian said instead, though he didn't sound mad, more like a restatement of the obvious.
Bryce walked up to his boyfriend, circling his arms around Ian before murmuring, "Sorry."
"It's okay," Ian murmured back, rubbing the back of the blond's head. "How was work?"
"Fine."
Bryce's tone made Ian pull away to check what was up, and when he noticed the unusual sullen expression on his boyfriend's face, he knew he had a particularly rough day at the office today. Ian didn't need to know what happened, all he needed now was to get this man to bed and if history's any telling, he's kind of an expert at that.
The brunet clicked his tongue before rubbing Bryce's cheek. "You have to sleep."
"I'm fine," Bryce answered with a weak smile, guiding Ian's hand on his nape instead. He gestured toward the stack of papers he left on the couch. "I need to finish this if you don't want me to miss dinner again tomorrow."
"I don't care about dinner," Ian insisted. "Come on..."
"I really can't sleep on this baby," Bryce pleaded, which made Ian drop his hand in exhaustion. "Roxanne's been giving us hell all day about it."
The brunet sighed. "Give your boss some credit, I'm sure she wouldn't fire her best employee for missing half a day's worth of work."
Bryce let out an airy laugh, resorting to his charm by nuzzling close to Ian's shoulder to convince his boyfriend to drop the topic. "Best employee huh?"
It didn't work.
"Uh-huh," Ian muttered, lightly shoving Bryce away before tugging at the blond's wrist. "Come on, let's get to bed."
Even with a raging headache, Bryce was still stronger than Ian. "Can't risk anything," he reiterated, making Ian frown. "She's extremely bipolar."
"Okay," the brunet agreed and for a moment Bryce thought it was over.
Until Ian pushed him onto the couch and got on his knees.
"Hey- whoa, what are you doing?" Bryce's mouth moved in objection, but his hands were completely frozen even when Ian started unbuckling his belt and teasing the waistband of his pants. "Ian..."
"Wearing you out since you won't listen," Ian replied as-a-matter-of-factly, not taking his eyes off Bryce.
"Stop it."
"You're saying that but look at you lifting your ass up for me," Ian stated with a smirk as he pulled his boyfriend's pants down. Bryce's length hung down full between his legs, still soft, but Ian takes it in his hands and lifts it up to his face.
Bryce decided to glance down and the sight is simply... fuck. Ian's mouth hung open as he breathed excitedly, uttering a string of teasing words Bryce was sure he was going to forget at the end of this evening.
"Baby, I told you- ooh fuck..."
Ian went on without a second thought, his delicate lips around his lover's head, his tongue flat on the underside stroking his lover's girth as it enters his mouth halfway. And then he comes to a halt, sucking excruciatingly slowly back and forth, clutching Bryce's hips like a tight leash that prevents him from moving without the brunet's permission.
Bryce groaned. This man is never one for doing what he's told.
Well, not every time.
"Holy shit," he moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure before cupping Ian's cheek and stroking over it once, thrice, anything to distract him from the fact that he was so close to coming. So fast. Bryce's hands grasp the back of his boyfriend's head, holding it still so he can entirely control the tempo. It's addictive to see each centimeter slowly vanish, gobbled up, and utterly absorbed.
They stay that way for a few minutes, Bryce's cock forced so far down Ian's throat that his balls are up against the brunet's chin. Bryce's brow furrowed in delight as he was led all the way to the root, Ian's eyes turning red as tears formed at the corners.
"Hold on, hold on, wait..."
To his surprise, the brunet actually pulled away, his mouth slick with pre-cum and spit, a teasing smile etched on his smug little face.
Bryce couldn't control the looming roll of his eyes. Ian knows he never means it when he says that.
"Shit..." was the last thing Ian heard before he felt fingers through his hair, which was shortly followed by a rewarding pull, a pull so hard his heart banged against his ribs, his body caught between pain and excitement.
As old as this news was, Bryce would never be tired of looking at his boyfriend's pretty face when he was sucking on cock, lips getting so swollen, plump and pink, and just so good. Under the dim light, Ian's eyes sparkled with unshed tears, his face drenched with slickness that ran from his lips.
Every action made them both moan, Bryce's grasp tightening, every draw more jerky, the impact of his pulls making Ian gurgle, the skin of his neck displaying how he spasms and chokes. Bryce hardly gives him a chance to catch his breath as he tore Ian off of him for a split second, just enough to keep himself from coming, before going back in.
He couldn't see himself stopping anytime soon. "Fuck, you're so beautiful..." The words came in quick succession with each other, and Ian couldn't help but whimper as he watched every minute movement in Bryce's expression. It made him even more determined to concentrate on licking around his cock, tonguing along bulging veins, and sucking at his balls, and oh my... "God..." Bryce moaned, eyes squeezing shut. "Oh God..."
Hearing those two names put together made Ian choke on his boyfriend's cock before pulling away, coughing. Bryce paused, emotions a mixture of concern and disappointment at Ian's mouth being absent from his dick.
"You know it offends me when you say another guy's name when you're in my mouth, my love."
Bryce groaned. His aching dick didn't have time for jokes. "Don't stop..." he whined.
Ian smirked before he felt his head being guided back toward his boyfriend's jutted hips.
"God, baby just like that..." Bryce moaned as the brunet started bobbing his head quicker, his tongue twisting numerous ways he'd never done before, humming and sucking his boyfriend to the hilt. "Yes, yes, yes..."
Bryce couldn't help but internally laugh. Every other man in the world must be crying right now. They should all be envious. His boyfriend, Ian, the absolute fucking love of his life, gives the best fucking head any guy has ever had, and it's his. His alone. He's not sharing shit. This mouth is his. His, his...
Mine.
He couldn't say it out loud, not with all the sinful noises flowing out of his mouth that pulled him farther and farther away from his work assignments. Screw those papers. Bryce's hips began faltering, his grip on Ian's hair no more, and harsh labored breaths replaced the loud moans that took over his lips.
"I'm close..." he pinches his eyes shut, bracing his forearms against the couch's back as the sensation bubbling within his lower stomach is becoming excruciatingly stronger by the second. "Ian, I'm gonna come..."
Ian held him steady, his hands anchored on his boyfriend's hips as his mouth pulled away with a loud pop. His hand replaced his lips, which was much faster, much more determined. He kept his eyes on Bryce, longing to see that look on his face when he comes. He waited.
"Fuck! I'm coming, coming, I'm com..." Bryce whimpered, and Ian couldn't be bothered by his incessant whining, not when he could literally feel his boyfriend's soul leaving his body and heading toward the ceiling of their apartment.
Ian's lips slam onto Bryce's crotch one last time before pulling away at the last second, streams of white that didn't make it into his mouth painting scattered dots across his face. Bryce moaned, the sound loud and lewd. He felt like his orgasm could last an hour, especially looking at Ian's filthy tongue out of his mouth. God damn, he looks hot licking away the traces of what his tongue could reach from the corner of his lips.
Bryce couldn't help but fall reach forward, wiping Ian's chin, jaw hanging open as he watched the smirk on the brunet's face.
Damn this guy and his excellent, excellent skills.
"Shit..."
Ian chuckled, wiping off what Bryce's thumb couldn't the first time, "Now can we go to bed?"
"Damn you," was Bryce's response as he pulled Ian up with his pants, his arms still weary but strong enough to lay Ian on the couch as he showered his boyfriend with kisses. Ian laughed, he's never been with anyone who acted like this after a solid blowjob. He's surprised Bryce even had the energy to lift his hips off the couch, but Ian wasn't complaining.
His boyfriend's lips were all over him, and Ian couldn't stop giggling when Bryce wouldn't stop.
The blond paused for a moment, studying his boyfriend's bright face before throwing himself at Ian in a tight embrace and rolling, sending them both on the living room floor, laughing and laughing...
"Oh God damn you," he mumbled one last time their mouths connected again. Their eyes met, and Bryce wasn't disappointed to see the same look of undeniable love and affection there, briefly replaced by mischief when he spoke again.
"I suppose I should return the favor then?" he asked, and Ian bit his lip.
"Yes please."