Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Valenti didn’t know whether to be relieved or irritated about that. Then again, O’Brian could afford to be relaxed; to him this was just a practice run -- Can’t exactly call it a dry run -- ha-ha, Nicholas, very funny -- for what they might have to do while they were here at the RamJack. He wasn’t nearly as emotionally invested in this new physical aspect of their relationship as Valenti was.
Lying in the dark and listening to his partner hum off-key in the bathroom, Valenti felt a deep yearning within himself, a longing to tell O’Brian everything. How he felt, what he had been thinking, but most of all how much he loved and needed the man. Like two halves of a whole, his partner had said, and that summed it up perfectly for Valenti. But it could never be. This was nothing to his partner -- just another part of the job.
Valenti felt like a black hole had opened in his chest at the realization -- a bleak void that sucked all his hope and happiness away with a terrible finality. He could never reveal himself or declare his love to his partner; what was the use? He put an arm over his eyes and fought back the blue headache that wanted to turn into tears.
“Hey, Nicky, you okay?” O’Brian’s voice in his ear startled him, and Valenti dropped the arm to his side and tried to look normal.
“Yeah, sure. Just ... tired. You got that washcloth?” he asked, becoming aware that his thighs and belly were still covered in a thin layer of sticky cum. He reached out a hand toward his partner; the bathroom light was still on, and he could clearly see that O’Brian held something in his fist.
“Nah, babe. Let me,” O’Brian whispered, his voice low and gentle. Before Valenti could answer, O’Brian was kneeling down by his thighs, and a warm, wet sensation was traveling along the length of Valenti’s body as O’Brian stroked him softly with the washcloth. Valenti felt tense, at first, but the feeling of the warm cloth and O’Brian’s hands -- so infinitely gentle and tender on his body -- were soothing, and at last he simply relaxed and let himself float hazily as he watched his partner work.
O’Brian was nothing if not thorough, and after Valenti’s thighs and belly were clean, O’Brian took his partner’s still semi-erect shaft in one hand and stroked the washcloth along its sensitive length as Valenti watched in wonder. Could this really be his partner doing this? Handling him so easily, as though he’d done it all his life, as thought they were partners in every sense of the word?
“Sean, I ...” he began, but his partner shushed him with one finger pressed gently against Valenti’s lips. Then he bent his head low, and Valenti gasped at the feel of the wet warmth enveloping the flaring head of his cock. Despite his recent orgasm, he felt his shaft try to spring to life at that intimate kiss, twitching helplessly as O’Brian tongued and sucked him gently, holding him in that hot mouth for an endless moment before releasing him reluctantly and giving the wide, plum-shaped head one last open-mouthed kiss.
For a moment Valenti was speechless, and then he managed to say, “What ...?” His hands itched to pull his partner’s head back down and feed his hard shaft between those warm, willing lips again, but he sensed the moment had passed.
“Missed some.” O’Brian shrugged, as though he sucked Valenti’s cock every day of the week and it was no big deal. Suddenly, his partner’s words of just that afternoon came back to Valenti. “I’ll be your boy, but don’t expect me to suck your dick,” O’Brian had said, just kidding around. But here they were not twenty-four hours later, and he was doing exactly that. Valenti shivered convulsively.
“Sean ...” he started to say, but his partner was already cuddled under the covers, turning his back to Valenti and obviously trying to get to sleep.
“Try not to worry about it, Nick,” he advised sleepily as he nudged back against Valenti’s body so that his ass was cradled against his partner’s crotch. “It’s just things we have to get used to in order to solve this case. Gotta do whatever it takes. Just try not to stress over it, ’kay?”
“Okay, I guess ...” Valenti mumbled. Despite the turmoil in his mind, the orgasm he had experienced had drained him utterly, and he could feel sleep sucking him under no matter how he tried to escape it. Well, maybe O’Brian was right ... and maybe he should be grateful for this opportunity to touch and be touched by his partner in such forbidden ways while it lasted. The minute Conrad sold to them and they busted him, the assignment would be over, and he would have to content himself once more with the purely platonic friendship he was used to with O’Brian.