I Didn't Know You'd be the One to Save Me - VegasPete

Chapter 12

"I know what I started," Pete said looking up and into the mirror at Vegas. "I know exactly what I want," he added turning around. "I'll show you the real deal, Dr Theerapanyakun."

Pete walked over to Vegas and got down on his knees in front of him. Vegas' eyes widened seeing the other. This was the last thing Vegas expected him to do.

Pete unbuckled Vegas' belt and pulled his pants and underwear down exposing his erection before taking it into his hand. "I really hope no one walks in now," he smirked before licking Vegas' tip and looking up at Vegas.

Fuck, Vegas was already so sensitive when he saw Pete's pretty mouth around his cock. Something about his innocent appearance drove Vegas insane. He was speechless seeing Pete before him; he could barely form any logical thoughts. Vegas was a mess. He couldn't hold back his moans as Pete's mouth moved around his dick.

Vegas swore he could feel the back of Pete's throat. The thought alone turned Vegas on even more. He looked down watching Pete bob his head. "Fuck, Pete, fuck why are you so good at this?" he finally let out gripping onto Pete's hair.

Vegas was so needy and so horny. That he thrust into Pete's mouth a couple times, moaning as he heard Pete's muffled gags. Pete took the remainder of Vegas' dick into his hand and stroked it at a fast pace. Vegas forgot all about being in control that he let go of Pete's hair, letting him continue to please him.

The moment he released his grip, the cold air of the bathroom hit his erection causing him to widely open his eyes when he realized Pete had stopped.

"What the fuck?" Vegas hissed when he saw Pete standing quite a distance away from him smirking. "Why did you stop?" he added.

Pete looked Vegas in the eye. "I didn't say we were done yet," he spoke, looking mischievous. He hooked his fingers on the waist band of his pants and pulled both them and his underwear down. Vegas froze. He didn't dare move. He didn't want Pete to change his mind nor did he want to miss any bit of Pete's little strip show.

Tossing his pants aside, Pete hopped up onto the marble sink and sat facing Vegas with his legs apart and leaning back on his arms.

"Come here, Vegas," he said gesturing for him. Vegas' eyes never left Pete's gaze as he walked closer. He watched Pete's every move. The way he sucked on his fingers and ran them up his own thighs. He knew he was in control. He knew he had turned Vegas on. He knew how much Vegas wanted and needed him.

Vegas stood between Pete's legs spreading them apart even wider. "Fuck, you are so beautiful, Pete," he said as he began kissing down his neck. Vegas slid his hands up Pete's turtle neck and ran his fingers across his nipples causing Pete to throw his head back and let out a soft moan. "Ah, just like that Vegas," he said burying his face in Vegas' shoulder unable to handle the pleasure anymore.