Chapter 9
Miles lay back on his small dining room table, bare naked with his legs spread wide. The reason for this odd position was that Farley was kneeling between his legs, the blonde’s hands on his thighs as he rimmed Miles with skill and a certain amount of ferocity. His pink tongue darted and lapped at the newscaster’s hole, making Miles groan and twitch. He’d never tried this before, either giving or receiving. He would never have imagined that it would feel this good! He might just come right here and now, just from Farley’s attentions. Even though he wasn’t touching himself to try to stave off his impending orgasm, his cock was leaking and jerking between his thighs anyway.
“Uhhh,” he couldn’t quite believe that those animalistic sounds were coming from his own throat. Blindly he stared up at the ceiling, lost in a haze of pleasure.
Farley’s hands stroked and squeezed his thighs in time with the amazing licking and sucking. His head bobbed, and he made his own small noises as he ate Miles out. He was feeling a bit smug, because the newscaster had balked when he’d first suggested this. Farley had been able to tell that Miles thought that the idea of rimming someone was gross and unnatural, but he’d finally talked him into letting Farley do it to him rather than him doing it to Farley. He suspected that was because Miles was curious deep down, but was also rather put off by the whole idea. But now he might be inclined to try it for himself, since he obviously liked it so much…
Farley’s blue eyes gleamed at this thought as he twirled his tongue inside of Miles to make him groan and shake. He was enjoying himself too. Giving pleasure was just as good as receiving it, especially when it was a brand-new pleasure for the person on the receiving end. He himself had had this done to him enough times to know how very good it felt. He loved being able to show Miles this. Especially since the newscaster was so very reserved most of the time; reducing him to a quivering mass just with his tongue made Farley feel proud and, yes, smug as well.
Miles arched off the tabletop and gasped. From the way his balls had drawn up and his asshole was spasming, Farley knew that he’d made Miles come just from rimming him. He grinned victoriously as he sat back on his heels. He’d offer to lick the semen off of Miles in a moment, when he’d recovered a bit. And that would be just as good. Then he’d get Miles to blow him in return, because by now he was so worked up that he wanted to come, too…
Miles shuddered as he drove into Farley’s sweetly respective body, the blonde moaning and thrashing under him as his hands gripped the headboard of Miles’ bed. He had no idea how many times this way, but he was on the verge of total exhaustion. Still, he continued to stroke into Farley with the last of his strength, wanting to pound him into the mattress. His arms were trembling as the held him up, and he blinked sweat out of his eyes as he panted for breath. Farley squirmed under him, crying out; then he called out Miles’ name and began to come. He was secretly relieved to see Farley’s cock spurting all over his white belly, because it meant that he could finish up, too. Miles put his head down and gave a half-a-dozen hard thrusts, before he stilled with a last groan as he began to come as well.
Farley was still on the bed under him. Miles didn’t know if he had he strength to move, let alone get himself and Farley cleaned up. Finally he rolled to the side and lay on his back, staring with blank eyes at the shadowy ceiling overhead. He was totally done, wrung out and limp. After a moment, he felt a weight against his side as Farley rolled a bit and draped himself over Miles. He lay his blonde head on the newscaster’s shoulder. “Mmm, that was good,” he husked. “But I’m SO tired. Can we sleep now, Miles?”
Dear God, he’d never heard a better suggestion. “Yes,” he croaked. “But we’ve got to get cleaned up…”
Farley moaned, burying his face in Miles’ skin. “Do we have to?” he protested miserably.
“Yes. I don’t know about you, but I hate the way that semen feels after it’s dried on my skin,” Miles told him, sitting up with slow reluctance.
Farley pouted a little, but finally sat up as well. “Okay. Will you scrub my back, Miles?” he asked hopefully.
“I think I have just enough energy for that,” Miles agreed wearily.
Something was buzzing loudly, disturbing his deep sleep. Miles frowned as he rolled over, blearily opening his eyes. He peered at the source of the awful sound, and realized that it was his alarm clock. It was automatically set to go off at the same time every day. He groaned, scrubbing at his face with his hands. He didn’t want to get up and go to work! This was the only problem with having a job that was seven days a week.
“Oo, what is that?” a voice demanded weakly from behind him.
“My alarm clock,” he rasped. “It’s time to get up and get ready for work.”
“Oh, geez, do we have to?” Farley whined miserably.
“Yes, I’m afraid so. It’s our own fault anyway,” Miles pointed out as he sat up slowly, raking a hand through his hair. “We didn’t have to stay up so late having sex,” he went on with a shrug.
Farley blinked at him but didn’t move from his curled up position. “But that was definitely worth it,” he said with a faint grin. “Don’t you agree, Miles?”
Thinking about last night, he had to admit that this was true. Still, they had to pay the piper this morning. “I’ll go make us some coffee,” he said, dragging himself out of bed. “Do you have any clean clothes to wear?”
Farley stopped eyeing his ass appreciatively to reply. “No. But that’s okay. I have some costumes at work that I can wear. I’ll just have to remember to bring some clothes over here next time if I’m going to end up spending the night. I AM going to be spending the night again, aren’t I?” he asked hopefully, propping his golden head up on his hand.
Miles sighed. “Much as I might want to say ‘no’, certain parts of me are very enthusiastic about the idea,” he remarked dryly as he began to walk out of his bedroom.
Farley giggled behind him. “Goodie. I just LOVE sleepovers!”
Miles was acutely aware of his companion’s rumpled clothes as they went into work together. He was pretty sure that anybody looking at Farley would know what the two of them had been up to last night. Not that he really cared, not anymore. So they were sleeping together. Big deal. Most of their viewers had assumed that they were sleeping together months ago anyway.
Damien was perched on the side of his desk, looking over the sports and entertainment news that he was going to report. He glanced up at them, then did a small double take when he saw Farley’s rumpled appearance. His eyes flashed to Miles, and he began to grin wickedly. “Have a good night, you two?” he asked them.
Farley nodded. “We sure did. We almost slept through Miles’ alarm this morning!”
Damien chuckled as Miles rolled his eyes a little. “That’s great. I’m glad that you two worked things out. You aren’t wearing those clothes on-air, though, I hope?” he said, eyeing Farley’s clothing askance.
“No. I’ve got some costumes to wear. I just have to choose which one. Speaking of which…come on, Miles, you can help me pick!” and he dragged his long-suffering new lover away toward his dressing room.
Damien laughed and returned to his press releases. He was pretty sure that Miles would be a lot less tense and serious now that Farley was fucking his brains out. And about time, too. The poor man always had the look on his face of a person who needed a good enema…he seriously needed some stress release, or he’d be having a stroke any day now. And Farley definitely counted as ‘stress release’…
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