Eight: A Prequel to Sugar Fix

VI

It was four nights before Jon and Richie had the chance to be alone together again, without fear of discovery, and Jon was sure he would die of the loneliness in the interim. On night two, he had picked up the receiver of his hotel room phone, thought about calling Dorothea, but had hung up without dialing.

Richie had brushed up against him backstage the third night, locked eyes with him for just a few seconds before they were separated by a throng of bustling roadies. By the time they had gotten back to the hotel, they were both swept up into one of the afterparties, and hadn't seen each other for the rest of the night. Jon assumed Richie was with someone, and it made him miss Dot again. He figured she was sleeping already, so he didn't call. It was a perfectly good reason not to call. He would wait until morning. And on the morning of the fourth day, he had dialed all but one digit of Dorothea's number, and hung up. She was probably at work. Maybe later.

That night, when he finally managed to dial the phone, it was a man's voice that answered. "Can you come over?" Jon asked.

"God, yes," Richie said.

They stood face to face next to the bed, pulling the clothes from their own bodies, dropping pants and shirts and socks into a motley pile on the thick carpet next to them.

"What do you want?" Richie started to say, his eyes round with a craving that was similar to the wicked gleam Jon had witnessed backstage, but somehow different, tempered by nerves this time. But Jon was already pulling him down into the tangle of bed sheets. He turned himself around, end to end with the other man, buried his face between Richie's legs, reveling in the sound of the surprised, "Oh! Okay--" that came from somewhere behind him.

Richie's fingers dug into his hips, urging Jon to pull his body on top, and Jon pulled his mouth off his friend's cock. "You sure you wanna do it like that?" he panted. "Dorothea says it chokes her when we do it like that."

He felt Richie's fist wrap around the base of his dick, hard. "I'm not her. You try to choke me, I fight back."

A groan started somewhere in the bottom of Jon's lungs, and by the time it reached his ears, it sounded like a noise he'd heard an animal make at some point, but he couldn't remember what animal, and he couldn't remember if it had been a mating noise or a fight noise.

How different were the two, anyway, with animals?

Jon swung his knee over and planted it above Richie's shoulder, and Richie pulled him down into his mouth by the cock. He was using his teeth already.

Jon bit him on the inner thigh, clamped down on that perfect expanse of skin until Richie let go.

"I said I'd fight back," Richie said, laughing.

"You're biting me."

"I'm not biting you. And you fucking like it, and you know it. You're so fucking stiff right now, you're gonna split your skin down the middle."

"Quit talking and fucking eat it, then."

Jon's knees almost flattened beneath him when Richie swallowed him again, all the way to the back of his throat. He was almost lying on the other man, chest on stomach, for lack of strength, when he managed to get Richie's dick in his own mouth, pulling it equally deep. He felt Richie's hand close around his balls, squeezing, exploring, his fingernails rasping into the flesh there, and then the flesh around and behind while he sucked. His fingers crawling, uninvited, toward Jon's asshole, and still knowing he'd be allowed there if he demanded entry--

A surge like electricity snapped through Jon's pelvis, and he flooded the waiting throat beneath him. He tried to pull out, but Richie grabbed his hips and held him there, continued sucking him while Jon whimpered and bucked against him, his sounds of mingled pain and pleasure muffled by his efforts to get Richie off as quickly as possible. It was probably only a few seconds, but it felt like eternities had elapsed while the exquisite not-quite-pain in his dick turned back into vicious arousal. By the time Richie came, Jon thought it might be possible the other man was going to force him into a second orgasm.