Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

63) Todd (NSFW from 2nd paragraph)

He's so helpless, here. So out of his depth. But Ian seems to like it when he rubs his belly. He's said it's sore. So he keeps rubbing and Ian relaxes slowly under his hand, breathing deeply once, twice. His eyes are closed, the eyelids gently quivering in the streetlamp light that falls through the window. 
Yeah, they never did get round to closing the blinds. Ian needed him here. 
God, he hopes he's said the right things. Was this always coming? Was this the right thing for Ian? It must be, right? Todd knew Ian had gotten it bad, as a kid, hell, he's seen his nightmares and his panic attacks, but now he realises more than ever that he's only ever gotten the chastised version before. 
And he hates them. He hates them with all his heart, like he's never hated anyone before. This beautiful boy, beautiful man now. How could they? 
He could cry, the tears are pressing behind his eyelids like they have been ever since he asked Ian to put his phone on speaker. He won't, though. This is not about him. 

It's the tiniest change that alerts him to Ian's mood shifting. Is it the quickening of his breath? Is it that his heart starts beating just a little faster under his hand, his face relaxing? 
Oh, baby. 
Now this, this he knows how to deal with. A soft smile appears on his face as he rubs a little lower, reaching Ian's lower belly and the soft splattering of pubic hair. A small shiver pulls through Ian and Todd is hard already. 
He tries not to pant as he ventures further down until he encounters what he knew he would. Ian. Like a rock. Suddenly Ian opens his eyes and stares at him for just a moment, his eyes deep, so deep. So full of emotion. There's love, though. He knows love when he sees it. 
"Baby..." he woos. 
Ian barely smiles and closes his eyes again. Todd smiles back though he knows Ian won't see and ducks under the quilt. 
How convenient that he's naked. In fact... he likes him like this. Naked, in his bed. In their bed. He licks and kisses his way down from his neck, down to his chest, his belly. He tongue floats around his navel and Ian bucks his hips slightly off the bed. Oh yes, he's feeling this. His dick is against his cheek, now, and for a moment he just holds it there, against him. Then he lets it slip in his mouth. 
Ian's groan is the best thing in the world. 
Todd moves up and down, licking his tip, sucking him hard, just like he knows he likes now. His own dick throbs and he wonders for a quick second. No way is he going to let Ian help him out tonight. This is not about him, this is about Ian. But he remembers his helplessness in the plane, so his hand is already around himself, the up and down movement of his hand mirroring that of his mouth. 
"Yes. Oh, yes, Toddy. Please. Ah! Go!" Ian grunts, and that's it, any misgivings he had fall away and he jerks himself quickly, his hand hitting Ian's leg so Ian knows exactly what's happening. He'll be making a mess, of course. 
They have a washing machine. 
Ian starts quivering under him, his breaths now quick and light. Todd's orgasm is building fast too, the idea he'll be coming on Ian's leg somehow only making him hotter. 
"God, yes!" Ian calls then and that's it, they're off, Todd is coming too, hard, grunting his release as he sucks his love dry. 

"I made a mess." he says, half joking, half serious, as he lies back down next to his love and takes him in his arms. 
"I love your mess. You can make a mess like that any day." Ian says sleepily. 
Todd smiles as he puts Ian's head back on his pillow and strokes his hair, his cheeks. 
"Sleep, my sweet." he whispers. This time he is not going to sleep until Ian does. Only when he's out, and peaceful, will he close his own eyes. 
He's not kept waiting long, though, because before he knows it Ian's breaths slow down. He waits a minute, two, three, and then he lies down by his side and lets himself sink away as well.