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“Could you…teach me?” James murmured into Anthony’s back. Lights out, under the covers granted his lover the minimum security needed to ask for things he wanted, intimately, and even then, James could only do so if he didn’t have to look Anthony in the eye.
“Teach you what?”
“How to do, ah, that thing. That we, we, uh, do.”
Anthony rolled over so he could face James. “We do many things together. Cook, clean, go for walks, make the bed, unmake the bed. You will, I am afraid, have to be more specific.”
James glared. “Don’t be willfully obtuse.”
Anthony smiled. James could get rather testy, particularly around sensitive issues and if he thought he was on the receiving end of a joke. What was that saying? Bark worse than bite? James was nearly all bark.
“No need to be snippy. If you remember what it is you’re referencing, you tell me.” Anthony pressed a kiss to James’ palm and went to roll back over.
A hand stopped him.
“Please.”
“What is it you want to know how to do?” Anthony slid one leg between James’, hooking it around James’ calf to pull him in closer.
“When you…you…to me.” James was turning a lovely claret color.
“Say it,” Anthony said. He ought to make James look him in the eye, but James would likely combust on the spot. He certainly didn’t want to be cruel, but he did want James to express his needs less…obliquely.
“Ah. Well. You see-”
Anthony pressed his thigh into James’ crotch.
“When w-w-when ahhhh….I….You…you have me at a disadvantage. How am I to communicate my…my needs now?”
“On the contrary, James, I think you’ll find it easier once you give into your baser instincts.” He pressed a little harder. “If you’re very good, I’ll put your cock in my mouth.”
“Teach me how. How to…to…to you. My mouth. Er. On your, er, you.”
Anthony bit his lower lip in, smiling broadly as blood rushed south. They’d both taken roles or duties or expected levels of participation and James had never once volunteered to suck Anthony off. Anthony didn’t mind. Being with James was terribly exciting. They’d both spent years learning to tamp down larger displays of emotion, though James was less successful than Anthony. Behind a closed and latched door, James’ face displayed every feeling and response, large and small. He’d never been with someone with such honesty of expression.
“I’d love nothing more,” Anthony said.
“Splendid! Perhaps next Monday, at say-”
“Now is a much better time, wouldn’t you say?” Anthony slipped his hands under James’ nightshirt. James blushed and nodded.
There were a few minutes of fumbling about with clothing and bedding, Anthony flinging the sheets to the end of the bed and tossing his pajamas aside. James insisted on folding his and setting them tidily on the chair, and then did the same with Anthony’s.
“Come here.” Anthony pulled James down onto him, running his hands down James back to the waistband of his underclothes, and beneath, cupping James’ backside. “You’ll need to be down there,” he said in between kisses.
“Oh! Right. And…” James slid down. “Uh. These should be off.” He wrestled Anthony’s underwear off his legs, his fingers lingering at Anthony’s scars. The burn along his side, the cut that has refused to heal for months even stitched closed, the bullet hole on his thigh, one millimeter off from nicking a major artery. Anthony had flinched back the first time James had run a finger gently along the scar around his eye, but he’d looked up and seen curiosity from James, not pity.
“Don’t stop to fold those. Please.”
James’ face pinched momentarily, setting the underwear at the end of the bed, the irritation gone as he turned his attention to Anthony and his half-hard cock. Anthony rested on his elbows so he could watch James at work.
“Go on then. With your hands. Like I do.”
James, though tentative, was a natural. He knew what felt good.
“Like that. Christ, James.” Anthony’s head fell back. He was likely to finish just from James’ able fingers tugging him off.
“I’m, er, rather unsure of the next part.”
“Right. Sorry. Well.” Anthony reached forward, rubbing his thumb along James’ chin. “Open your mouth. Good boy.”
In the end, James needed very little instruction. Anthony’s groans encouraged James both in enthusiasm and creativity. The sight alone of his former CO’s lips around his cock, bobbing lower and lower until Anthony had almost fully disappeared into that hot greedy mouth was enough. James hadn’t been at it for very long before Anthony felt that tight hot itch in his core, that pressure that built until he couldn’t control his hips. James pinned him down while Anthony writhed, groaned, yelped out James’ name and finished, James taking it without complaint.
“How…how was that?” James, his James, shrunk a bit now that this bit of lovemaking was over.
“Oh, excellent. I hope you’re interested in trying it again.” Anthony fished around the edge of the bed for his undergarments. “Helps that I have an eager student.”
James puffed up a bit. “I am always saying how important it is to try new things.”
Anthony bit in a laugh.