Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Nero had the clarity of mind to close the latch and lock the door, but as Miguel pulled down his joggers and exposed his soft cock, nothing about the atmosphere felt arousing.
It wasn’t the setting, since Nero had enjoyed great sex in spots much worse than this, but despite meaning every complaint he’d voiced, his first blowjob from Miguel should not be such a fast and clinical affair.
Still, if Miguel would rather rip that band aid off, Nero would let him.
While not turned on just yet, he was sure he’d rise to the occasion the moment Miguel’s soft lips got to work.
Instead, he waited, looking down at the top of Miguel’s head. Faced with the dick right in front of him, Miguel placed his hands on Nero’s thighs, but wouldn’t move closer, as if Nero’s cock was a porcupine. His hot breath tickled Nero’s skin, waking his excitement at least a little, but the longer they remained in this standoff, the less Nero believed anything would happen. What normal guy wanted head from someone who so clearly didn’t want to give it?
“This isn’t working, but it’s fine,” he tried and petted the smooth dark braids. “Is it the piercing? You don’t need to take it as deep as I do, okay?”
Stubborn as ever, Miguel leaned in and pressed his lips to the shaft, but when Nero thought they were having a breakthrough and he’d get to shake off the weird atmosphere, Miguel pulled away again. At first, Nero was sure Miguel was just breathing hard, but the sound turned into wheezing, and Miguel gripped his thighs so hard his nails dug into Nero’s skin.
That was it. Nero pulled up his pants, feeling terrible about the whole thing. “We’ve been traveling all day. Told you we could go to the hotel and maybe do it after the shower!”
But Miguel wouldn’t get up. He fell to all fours, seeming unable to catch his breath at all. The sound he made was unnerving, and went beyond causing Nero offense. Something was deeply wrong, and Nero’s worries were confirmed when Miguel fell to his ass, clutching at his throat.
The alarm at the back of Nero’s head should have blared a long time ago, but now that it rang, he bent down to look at Miguel's face.
“Hey—.”
Miguel shook his head, clenching his eyes shut and still struggling for breath. In the stark light, his face was turning a darker shade.
Fuck.
“Miguel… do you need a doctor? Is this an allergy I don’t know about?” Nero asked, pulling him close and attempting to drag him to his feet.
Miguel wouldn’t look at him, but his face and neck weren’t swelling, and he shook his head again so rapidly his braids snapped like whips. He grabbed the sink for support, but Nero hugged him from behind the moment he noticed Miguel’s legs trembling.
Whatever was going on, he'd deal with it in the future, but right now they’d take it one inhale at a time.
He unlocked the door and kicked it open, guiding Miguel back onto the empty terrace. “Come on, sit.”
Miguel opened his eyes just enough to see ahead, but his breath was ragged even as he sat down in the plastic chair. “I’m… s-s-sorry,” he choked out as soon as he got his first full gulp of air.
His hand shook uncontrollably in Nero’s, fueling the guilt burning deep in his chest. But Nero wasn’t about to run from this mess and dragged his chair close, so their knees touched. “You were clearly not ready, okay? I get that,” he mumbled.
“M-maybe another time?” Miguel uttered without looking up, and patted the table for his pack of cigarettes.
Nero exhaled and rubbed his hand as the loud rock music played in the background, in complete contrast to their situation. His chest was a black hole. Was this about him, or would Miguel react the same if he tried giving head to any man? If he was this uncomfortable with the idea of giving head then he should have been honest about it and spared them both this embarrassing fiasco. “Seriously?”
The silence at their table was so loud Nero's ears rang.
Miguel let go of the cigarettes and sat still for a while, slouched under the weight of his own thoughts. “Yes. I just… I can’t—” He took a deep breath. “Now that we’re here, in Lima, do you feel safe?”
A strange pivot, but Nero wouldn’t question what was obviously an intentional change of topic. They’d have to go back to Miguel’s penisophobia eventually, but it was not the time and place for it. Besides, it wasn’t as though Nero really couldn’t live without blowjobs. The whole argument had been about the confusing nature of Miguel’s behavior.
“I suppose. It’s not Caiman territory.”
Miguel squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes. “But do you feel safe?”