Page 23 of Nicks and Cuts

“This feels good.”

“Better.” He licked his hand then slid it between them, moving Dante’s cock so it pressed between his thighs. It took Dante about half a second to get the idea and start fucking.

Shannon watched his expression change from understanding to pleasure, then the play of light on his shoulder muscles as he moved, before letting his gaze drift lower.

Dante shifted his weight to one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, jerking it twice before coming on Shannon’s belly. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, chest lifting with each breath.

“Can…can I stay the night?”

Shannon smiled. Dante owned the fucking house. “You can stay.”

His smile melted as he realized that it was perhaps the first time Dante had stayed the night. He rolled onto his side to face him and felt the cum on his belly slide; ignoring it, he placed his hand on Dante’s stomach. “We don’t have to talk about it now…but we do need to talk. I was tested after the breakup.” And he’d stopped taking PReP because he was supposed to be single and focusing on himself.

That had worked out really well.

He hadn’t even passed the first test. Apparently, he couldn’t avoid fucking the first artist to cross his path. He’d practically thrown himself at Dante.

Dante glanced at him.

“I thought you’d want to know. Since you swallowed.”

“Um…”

“I’ll take that as a lack of regular testing despite regularly hooking up?”

Dante snorted. “I wouldn’t call every couple of months regular. But it was several months ago.”

“Okay. You might want to action that.”

Dante frowned and closed his eyes. “I’ve never… I’m not doing risky stuff.”

“People have different levels of risk. One person’s gloryhole is another person’s nightmare.”

Dante’s eyes flicked open. “I’m not sticking my dick through a random hole.”

“Oh, I meant the other side of the hole.”

“What? I’m not doing that either. Have you?”

Shannon propped himself up on one elbow. “If you want my answers, you have to answer my questions. Which is why I said we don’t have to do this now. However, in the interest of safe sex and also enjoyment, it is an important conversation to have. Or at least it is to me if I’m going to be fucking someone more than twice.”

Dante gave a slow nod. “You’ve had boyfriends and freedom and done stuff. I had secrets and fuck buddies or occasional hook ups. Nothing more than what we’ve already done. No sex parties and gloryholes.”

“Some people like those things…and sometimes you learn the hard way that you don’t, but your boyfriend does.”

“Same ex?”

“Nooo, that was years ago. I was twenty-one, could legally drink, and did not have two brain cells or two dollars to rub together.” He’d been spending virtually every cent he’d been making, but that same ex had introduced him to the wonderful world of savings and people who weren’t lurching from one crisis to another. For that reason alone, the relationship had been worthwhile.

“I find that very hard to believe.”

Shannon considered some of the other stories from that particular year of his life and decided they were probably best not discussed. “My family is great, but they are always broke, always waiting for their lucky break. I decided to make my own luck and get a proper job.”

“Scandalous.”

“Trust me, it was. It still is.” Somehow, they’d ended up back on safe ground. “I’m going to have a shower, drain the bath, and stop the movie…probably not in that order. If you want to brush your teeth, moisturize, and do whatever else you do before bed, we can re-meet here in a few minutes?”

Or had Dante changed his mind and decided it would be safer to leave?