When The Rich Son Falls

Twenty Six

“My offer for the quid pro quo thing.”

Topher had said it so casually that for a second, it didn’t register in James’s head what he meant. When it did, James put down the remote and beer, and turned his head towards Topher, utterly speechless and bewildered.

Topher scooched forward a little, looking eager to justify himself. “I think you’re passable, and you obviously didn’t find me repulsive last night judging by your reaction then, so why not just… you know, do it here so you don’t have to get out of town just to get your freak on? At least you know that I won’t say a word about it, and we’re living together right now so there’s no need to sneak around.”

James frowned, then his eyes narrowed as he searched Topher’s face, like he was trying to sense if he was messing with him or not.

“I’m not asking you out,” Topher said to clear things up. “It’s just a plain ol’ hookup, because I recently realized that I’m attracted to your face for some reason, and so, why hold back? You’re pent up, I’m pent up. That’s what you were looking for, too, right?”

“That…” James blinked quickly a few times as Topher leaned closer and placed his arm on the couch’s back rest. This was not how he envisioned the night to go.

“Is not the most stupid thing, is it?” Topher asked in a whisper, testing the waters by letting his gaze slowly fall down to James’s lips then back to his eyes. He could see James looking confused and surprised, but he also hadn’t stood up and left even when he could easily do so. Considering this, Topher inched forward until his bent knee was touching the side of James’s thigh.

“Y-you’re messing with me again, aren’t you?” James said, his eyes frantically moving to Topher’s leg before flickering up his lips then to his eyes.

Seeing this, Topher decided to take it another step further. He already knew that he had it in the bag, and as much as he wanted to take it as soon as he could, he was just having too much fun eliciting such a reaction. He liked the feeling of being wanted, but more than that, he found it extremely attractive when someone is trying and struggling to resist wanting him. And James was giving him the latter.

He slowly bent down and tilted his head to the side, until his lips were just an inch away from the side of James’s neck. “If I say no, will you agree?” he asked, knowing full well that the heat from his breath would touch the man’s skin. A corner of his mouth curled up into a smile when he saw James swallow in response.

“Three,” he began to count, but James remained still and quiet with his breathing shallow. By that time, Topher’s teasing mood had already gone and been replaced by a hunger that had been deprived for weeks.

“Two.” Unable to hold himself back any longer, he didn’t bother counting to one. He gently pressed his lips against the skin of James’s neck, and he could feel James’s breath hitch at the contact. Topher slightly pulled away and saw that James’s eyes had shut. Without further ado, he kissed his upper lip once then stalled as James slightly opened his eyes.

“This seems like a bad idea,” James whispered, but when Topher placed a hand behind his neck and kissed him again, he kissed back and closed his eyes once more.

With his advances reciprocated, Topher had to actively hold back to keep himself from escalating things too quickly; but when he felt James’s tongue sliding into his mouth and James’s hand on the side of his head, restraint was suddenly the last thing on his mind. He pulled away for a second to lift the man’s legs onto the couch, and even though that surprised James, he didn’t complain and only pulled Topher back. Even with his eyes closed and his lips preoccupied, Topher managed to position himself over James so that his knee was on the couch in between James’s legs to hold his weight, while his other foot was on the floor. One of his hands trailed down the man’s chest to his abdomen, until it stopped at the hem of the pants.

Topher pulled his lips away only to bring them back down to James’s ear. “You know,” he whispered in between kissing and licking and nibbling, “I can’t really get it off my mind, that look on your face in the alley.”

“Shut up,” James responded with his breathing labored. “No talking.”

“Rules.” Topher lightly chuckled as he half kneeled on the couch and began to unbutton James’s pants. “I like it.”

James, despite busy with helping himself out of his clothes, managed to give Topher a disapproving look.

“Okay, okay, no talking,” Topher repeated with a smile as he managed pull James’s pants down to his knees.

James propped his upper body up on one elbow, and used one hand to grab a fistful of Topher’s shirt to pull him back, but Topher had a different plan in mind. He tore James’s hand away and moved himself back a little. James was initially confused and was about to sit up, but then Topher lowered himself down and began to place kisses on his lower abdomen. Topher hooked his fingers on the edge of his briefs and pulled them down, and James could feel his heartbeat raise even more at the anticipation. When he felt Topher’s tongue at the tip of his erection, James let his head fall back onto the couch’s arm rest as he let out a sharp breath.

Topher looked up at him just as he looked down with lust-filled eyes and flushed cheeks, and at that moment, Topher pitied the man from Mystique as he never got to witness the view that he was seeing. Determined to make a show out of it, Topher slyly smiled at James before he licked up his length and proceeded to wrap his lips around him. James let out a moan as he grabbed a fistful of Topher’s hair, and Topher took that as a praise and began to slowly bob his head while applying pressure with his tongue.

While his mouth was busy, he busied his hands by touching and massaging James’s thighs up to his hips, to the sides of his torso. With James’s warmth and taste in his mouth, the feeling of his skin under his fingers, and the sound of his ragged breathing, Topher could feel his own stiffness beginning to strain in his jeans. As his pace went faster, so did James’s breathing, until finally, Topher felt a frantic tap on his shoulder and a harder tug on his hair; but he didn’t let up until the very last second. Topher pulled away just in time for James to finish in his hands, but some of the fluid still escaped to his own shirt and exposed abdomen.

“Fu—” James groaned as he tightly shut his eyes in ecstasy while Topher watched with pride and growing desire. Before James could collect himself, Topher lowered himself down to kiss him on the mouth, and James kissed him back more sloppily yet hungrily this time. But just as James was beginning to unbutton Topher’s shirt, they suddenly heard the doorbell ring and the both of them froze in place.

Topher was the first to move and pull back to look up at the door. They waited for a few seconds, both of them not moving nor speaking, and all that could be heard was the sound from the TV and their panting.

“Are you expecting anyone?” Topher carefully whispered, and James shook his head, looking equally confused as he did. The doorbell rang again, this time, accompanied by a female voice that said, “James? Uh, Steve? Are you guys inside? The lights are on.”