He rocked on Del’s lap, his body urging him into an awkward, faltering rhythm that was dictated half by panic, half by need.
His hands were shaking, and he couldn’t stop them. A sound caught somewhere between a whimper and a moan squeezed out of him, and he didn’t even care how stupid it sounded. Del pulled him even closer, one hand on the small of Justin’s back now, and the other one slipping down the back of his jeans, warm fingers sliding under the elastic of Justin’s underwear and brushing the cleft of his ass.
Justin jerked, his dick painfully hard, and made that dumb noise again.
“Come on,” Del whispered against his lips. “Take what you need, Justin. Come for me, babe.”
Justin cried out, the sound muffled by Del’s mouth, as he came in his jeans and then slumped heavily against Del. He panted for breath as Del carded fingers through his hair.
“That was so hot,” Del whispered at last.
Justin lifted his head to look at him.
“Even hotter than I imagined,” Del said.
Justin snorted at that, and shifted slightly so that Del wasn’t getting squashed. His underwear felt wet and gross, but he didn’t have the energy to move yet. He ended up curled up against Del’s side, one leg still flung over him, one hand resting on his chest.
Del was still hard, and Justin slid his hand down the front of his shirt, plucking it free so he could reach his fly.
“Can I?” he asked, fingers toying with the button.
“Please,” Del whispered.
Justin popped the button, and tugged the zip down. And then Del’s dick was right there, pressing hard against his underwear, the head wet and leaking and making the fabric almost translucent. Justin had never touched another guy’s dick. Had never expected to feel his mouth water just from having a hard one under his hand. He drew his hand back for a moment, licked his palm, and shoved his hand inside Del’s underwear.
Del groaned and closed his eyes as Justin closed his hand around his dick. “Oh, shit.”
Justin began to stroke him, his own dick rallying at just the thought of the sensations he was giving Del. Del’s pleasure was painted all over his face, in the line across his forehead, in the way he bit his lip. It was in the rest of him too; in the way his dick throbbed in Justin’s grasp, and the way he lifted his hips in small, abortive thrusts with every stroke.
It took longer to get Del off than it had for Justin to come, and maybe that was because Del was older or maybe it was because Justin’s technique was shitty, but he drank in every one of Del’s shifting expressions. And then, when Del was coming, his body shuddering under Justin’s touch, Justin leaned in and caught his mouth in a kiss, and sank into his heavy, sated embrace.
“Jesus,” Del whispered after a while, his voice strained. “Keeping you, babe. Definitely keeping you.”
“Yes, please,” Justin whispered, warmth radiating through him as they exchanged lazy kisses on the couch. 12
Del smiled as he chopped some vegetables into the kind of sizes that would cook evenly. Even after a couple of weeks since that first encounter on Justin’s couch, Del’s mind kept wondering back to the way Justin had felt on his lap.
Sure, they’d done some other things since, even more memorable ones, yet it was still the feeling of Justin rolling his hips desperately, coming in his jeans, that made Del’s brain feel pleasantly proud and a low key turned on, too.
Since the first night, they’d done the same a few times, and he’d surprised Justin with a hasty blowjob in the utility room while the kids were playing outside one weekend afternoon, and yeah, he knew Justin was gathering courage to blow him as well.
Del moved the potatoes into the bowl he’d halfway filled with cold water and continued onto the carrots. He was making soup, and chopping was an autopilot task which let his mind wander into much more pleasant things.
He could tell that Justin was getting impatient and wanted more from their physical relationship. He’d even hinted once at staying over in Del’s bed one night sometime soon. Del had made a noncommittal sound and then the kids had interrupted their chat anyway.
The thing was, Del knew there was a power imbalance between them. He knew how much Del being in Justin’s life had affected them both, but especially Justin. He could work part time at the feed store, the kids were safe and cared for. Harper was a bit calmer, if not still extremely temperamental. Wyatt was talking a bit more, and Scarlett, well, she was very adamant about “no” and “yaaaas” at the moment. It was hilarious.