Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

14 (NSFW)

Todd has never been happier, more replete, more at peace, even if those tears are still there, somewhere, deep down. Ian has chased them away by putting his head against his own. And there's a little part of him that wonders whether this is a good idea. The alcohol says it is, though. So he lifts his head up a little and looks at Ian. Just to tell him, with his eyes, how great he is. How lovely this is. But Ian looks back, and his blue eyes grow wide, moist. They are locked together, suddenly, and Todd can't breathe. The fog from the wine lifts a little as they stare at each other, and there it is. 
He's seen it a hundred times. 
It's an invite. 
Before he knows it he's leaning forward, and he presses his lips to Ian. 
Oh. 
They are soft, and gentle, and warm. He hears the boys' shocked intake of breath, but he can't let that get into this bubble he is in. Ian grunts softly and suddenly he's kissing him back, for real. Fire lights up in him like it's the first time he's been kissed, and despite how drunk he is his dick is instantly like a rock.
"Oh, fuck." he grunts as he thrusts his tongue in Ians mouth and twirls it around his, pulling him close, his hands fisting in Ian's hair. He looks down and sees the outline of Ian in his sweats as Brett and Eddy get up and run out of the room. 
He's hard. Completely hard, because he's kissing him. He could cry and laugh at the same time, but he does neither, because he's too busy kissing. 
He's done this too many times not to know what to do next. He stops for a second and checks Ian's face. He's there, his eyes hooded, his lips red, his breaths quick. Todd's hand slides down and glances over his erection. Ian leans back and groans. 
"This good?" Todd asks softly. 
"Fuck yes." Ian grunts back. 
It's easy, to peel back Ian's sweats, to touch him gently through his underwear, and yet it seems monumental. He's tried not to picture this in his mind, but of course, he has. And now he's here, and he's hard under his hand, and he can feel him quivering. And he sees his face: it's begging him for release. Begging him to suck him. 
Oh, I can do that, my love. 
He grins, kisses Ian one more time and moves down. 
"This good?" he asks again as he pulls his underwear down and frees him. Oh, he's glorious. A lovely size, straight, and bold. He wants to know if he tastes just as glorious. 
"Please!" Ian groans, and Todd pauses for just a moment, his lips against Ian's soft, silky tip. 
He needs to make this good. 
He takes him into his mouth and sucks, swirls his tongue over the end and sucks again. Ian groans deeply, and Todd knows he's not a million miles off. He also knows, even if he's drunk, there's no way he can ask him to reciprocate, so as his right hand closes around Ian's base, his left hand goes down and envelops himself. 
Oh, fuck, yes. He moves, three movements at once, his mouth and both his hands. And he would have lasted, but Ian groans loudly then, and Todd falls into an earth shattering orgasm, pulsing hard with him as he tastes him in his mouth, as he sucks him dry, as he loves him. 

Soberness is suddenly not very far away, and an uneasy feeling starts pressing up at him, but he manages to push it away still. He swallows again, so Ian won't taste himself, and then kisses him, one more time. Then he pulls him down, lies against him, and before he knows it he's fast asleep.