Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

43) Ian (NSFW)

God, is he doing this right? He's not sure, but he has no space to doubt himself. His hand seems to be moving up and down without him consciously deciding it, and somehow he has known just what he needs to say, this evening. 
Do it. Todd has told him. 
So he trails his fingers down gently, never breaking contact between Todd's erection and his other hand. He checks the face of this man he loves so much. He seems to be relaxed enough. His lubed index finger goes into Todd before he even really realises. 
Todd's mouth opens in an O, but he says nothing, doesn't ask him to stop. So he hooks his finger back the way Todd said to. The way he did to him earlier. Tears are still streaming down Todd's face, but as he hooks his eyes open wide and he moans. 
"Oh God." he grunts. 
"More?"
"Yes!"
He hooks again. He's getting very turned on himself, unbelievably after earlier, but he's keeping his focus. He massages the spot as his other hand moves up and down, and Todd cries out in pleasure. Not pain. 
"Oh, baby!" Todd calls, and unexpectedly he comes hard, over Ian's hand and his own naked belly. Ian breathes with him as he keeps moving the hand on his erection, drawing him out, all the way until he stills under him. Then, very, very gently he pulls his finger out of him and lies down next to his love. His own erection throbs, but he has no thoughts for that, because Todd is crying for real now. When has he ever seen Todd cry like this? He pulls him real close and strokes his hair out of his face. 
"Are you okay?" he whispers as Todd turns into him and sobs. He holds him tight, and strokes his back. Was this the wrong thing to do? The right thing? Right now Ian has no idea, but then, after the longest moment, Todd takes a deep breath and nods. 
"Yes." he says.
"Really?"
"Yes, really."

The sobbing has stopped, now, and Todd looks up at him with half a smile. 
"That was really good, Ian." he says quietly. "I... I'm glad you did that. I'm sorry I've been so dramatic tonight, when really I should have let you sleep."
Ian shakes his head. 
"No. You sharing this with me. Trusting me. It means the world."
They lie in silence for a while, before Ian quietly asks the question that really matters. 
"Are you feeling any better?"
Todd smiles at him. 
"Yes. Thank you."

He can see Todd is sleepy now, and he ignores how hard he himself is. Look. He's had enough orgasms in the last few days, no? He can just lie here with Todd, and be there for him. Let him get to sleep. But then Todd opens his eyes and smiles at him again. His hand is suddenly very close to his hardness and Ian's breath stops in his throat. 
"Oh." he whispers. 
"What, you thought I'd forget about you?" Todd teases, and Ian is gratified to see he's feeling good enough to do so. 
"You can just go to sleep if you want." Ian tries.
"Never."
Todd's hand is on him now, grabbing into his boxershorts. 
"You got a clean pair of these still?" he inquires, and all at once Ian gets even harder than he already was. He nods as Todd's hand starts moving. 
Oh, my God, he's so unbelievably good at this. He touches him just the right way, the touch of his hand and the touch of the fabric against him pushing him quickly towards his climax. 
"Oohh." he manages as he starts to fall, and is it because of everything they've shared? Is it because of the trust Todd has had in him? But the orgasm starts slowly, and increases, and increases until he's crying out in pleasure as Todd wrings him dry, sacrificing his boxers to the moment and their love. 

There is nothing to say anymore, now, and he's so tired suddenly that he doesn't even want to move anymore. So he puts his arms around Todd like he did earlier and pulls him in. Todds grunts softly as he burrows a spot for himself. 
"I love you." he says.
"I love you too."
Before he knows it he's drifted off.