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Part Nineteen
Will’s tongue eased into Ernest’s mouth, and it tasted different, not exactly like Will. Like the protein bar, then. And it wasn’t bad. Just strange. Before Ernest had a chance to sort that strangeness into like or dislike, Will’s hand trailed down his body and dropped to his thigh, feeling, stroking. And then, his hard cock.
Ernest’s breath caught.
“It’s only been a few days,” Will murmured, “and look how much better this is, without the shunt. See? I know you tend to get sentimental, but don’t be--not about prying that ugly hunk of metal off your arm.” His hand moved more surely, fingers gliding up and down Ernest’s shaft through his trousers. “You haven’t lost anything. The shunt could never make you feel like this.”
He kissed Ernest again, more forcefully now, and his tongue probed deeper. Ernest almost pulled away—almost—but Will’s hand was drawing the most exquisite sensations through his body, and the things Will’s heretical tongue was doing—inside Ernest’s mouth—only heightened those sensations.
When Will broke the kiss and drew his hand away from Ernest’s cock, they were both breathing hard. “You ready to let me show you how good eating can be?”
Ernest wanted Will to touch him so badly he could hardly parse Will’s meaning by the words, but the tone was plain enough. Release. If Ernest complied. “Yes.”
“Take a bite. A small one. And just hold it in your mouth.” Will struggled with the waistband of Ernest’s trousers. They didn’t have any convenient access panels like Zach’s had; they’d never needed to. Ernest had never given much thought to the organ between his legs. Lately, it seemed his whole life had begun to center on it.
Ernest shifted so Will could tug the trousers down, and the plastic sheet crinkled. “Go on, bite it.”
Ernest put the bar between his teeth and held it there. It felt firm, but if he exerted enough pressure with this teeth, he imagined he would clip off the corner, and it would land in his mouth. Just like the forearms and thumbs rolled out of the Reclaim machine and onto the demagnetization platform.
“You have to press your jaws together.”
“I know,” Ernest said, without releasing the bar from his teeth. It sounded more like, “I oh.”
Will dragged his fingertips down Ernest’s bare stomach. In reaction, Ernest’s skin rippled behind his touch like a shallow pool of water. Will stopped short of the place Ernest most wanted him to touch. “Or you can lick it. That word makes you crazy, doesn’t it?” He smiled, or grinned, or maybe something naughtier than that, and ran his tongue along the edge of his teeth. “It’s a good word. Sounds like it feels.”
He bent his head and dragged the warm wetness of his tongue over Ernest’s glans, and Ernest’s jaw clenched enough to sink his teeth partway through the protein bar.
“You’ll need to learn about tastes,” Will said. “They’re complicated; the nanite shortcuts are totally oversimplified. Your skin tastes stronger than you did when you lived in your POD.” The wetness of his words played over the tender flesh he’d just moistened with his tongue, and Ernest clenched his eyes shut tight -- thought not being able to see only made the sensations intensify.
“Because there are no mytes in the atmosphere to groom my cells.”
Ernest hardly got the words out. Will had licked up one side of his shaft and down the other, then engulfed the tip in his hot, wet mouth. He raised and lowered his head, several times, and then worked his way back off so he could speak again. “We get to go swimming, instead. It’s amazing. And you haven’t bitten through that corner, it’s still hanging there by that thin spot.”
“I don’t think I can....”
“We all eat food, Ernest. You have no shunt, so you’ll have to learn. You mastered drinking, right? It’s like drinking, only thicker.”
The thing that disturbed Ernest about eating wasn’t so much the swallowing, as the chewing. But Will’s tongue swirled over Ernest’s cock again, and instead of growing less sensitive from the repetition, it seemed to grow keener, hungrier, for Will’s touch. “One bite,” Will said. His wet lips dragged over Ernest’s cock.
Ernest bore down harder with his teeth. Bit -- he bit down harder.
Will’s tongue fluttered on his shaft. “I can tease you all day. Think of it. A whole day, aching to come.”
Aching, yes. That’s what it felt like, an ache, diffused throughout Ernest’s whole groin. And yet, there was something about the word ache that was meant to be unpleasant, to connote pain, and it didn’t feel that way at all when Will licked him. It felt -- no, not good. There had to be a better word. It felt...what did Will like to say? It felt amazing.
Ernest bit slightly harder, and he felt the corner of the protein bar sag toward his tongue.
Will slid his tongue back and forth over Ernest’s glans, and tucked another hand between his own legs to rub the bulge in his pants. “I’ll tell you one thing,” he said. “I’m aching for the day you get used to putting things in your mouth.”
“Why?”
“So you can suck my cock.” Will followed it up with a long, wet lick that made Ernest shiver.
“I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“I’ve been watching you -- you’re a fast learner.”
Ernest bared his teeth and exerted just a bit more pressure, and felt the food drop into his mouth. He pulled his tongue back in alarm and his eyes watered. Will stopped licking him for a moment. “Don’t try anything fancy. Just hold it there.”
Ernest shoved the bitten off corner toward his cheek so he could answer. “Saliva.” The word sounded sloppy, but he was pleased he’d recalled it.
“Oh, right. That’s normal.” He lavished more licks over Ernest’s hard cock. “Saliva’s got plenty of good uses.”
Ernest wondered if Will knew it could disable a tattle-strip, but he had a chunk of soy in his mouth, which was also filling up fast with saliva, and Will had chosen that moment to press his face down over Ernest’s cock until it could go no farther. Ernest swallowed -- carefully avoiding the protein chunk -- and wondered how he’d manage to keep from choking.
Will seemed to be producing plenty of saliva, too. Ernest felt the moisture crawl along his nuts, and even that sensation added to lush hedonism of feeling his cock sink, over and over, deep into Will’s hot, wet mouth.
Ernest gasped--he would have said a word, if he could figure out which one fit the tightly coiled ember of need that intensified so quickly he feared he might ignite.
Ernest let go of the blanket to clutch at Will’s bobbing head, to try to anchor himself in the world which looked and felt and even smelled less and less like the world he’d always known, and his body hit the tipping point and orgasm washed over him, through him. Knowing what to expect now didn’t make it any less wondrous -- in fact, the sparkling peak, the blissful hover, and the breathy return were all the better, now that Ernest knew what was happening to him, and how to savor it.
Unfortunately, he’d lost the piece of the soy bar some time between the first two stages. He located it, and flicked it out of Will’s hair. “Will, you drank my…um….”
“Semen. Come.” Will batted aside the crinkly silvertoned plastic, got up on his knees and freed his own hard cock from his trousers. “In the time period when those porn-feeds were produced, even way back then, people thought it was dirty.”
“If it’s not safe….”
“Not contaminated, but shameful. Titillating.”
Will always knew the best idiom. He caught Ernest’s hand and brought it to his flushed cock, and together, they moved their fingers up and down the hot length of it. “So was it shameful, or was it…titillating?”
“Both. At the same time.”
Like having one’s cock stroked until the orgasm raged through. Wanting to pull away from the touch, but needing more, far more.
“I think I could try….” Ernest kept hold of Will’s cock and bowed his head, and his hair fanned down to shield his face from the strange, verdant surroundings. But Will was still there, and his fingers tangled in Ernest’s hair, and his breath caught in surprise.
“You don’t have to--“ He gave a startled gasp when Ernest drew his wet tongue over the glans.
It tasted strange, like the protein bar had on Will’s tongue. Subtle. Will was right -- there was no equivalent taste in nanite patches. A drop of clear fluid welled from the slit, and Ernest touched his tongue to it. Salty. Maybe. But much more than that.
Ernest cupped Will’s balls in his palm, as Will had done for him once before, and Will gave a long, shuddery groan. “I’m not gonna last.”
Ernest trailed his tongue down the shaft, to the point where it met his fingers, then back up again. He swirled his tongue over the tip and began to stroke.
“Ernest….”
Will’s cock glistened with saliva.
Ernest fit his lips over the tip, careful of his teeth, with the sensation of biting through the protein bar fresh in his mind.
Will made a strangled sound and hugged Ernest’s head to his groin. “Your mouth…so good….”
Ernest wasn’t sure what, exactly, had sent him spinning to orgasm—some combination of strokes and caresses, each one with its own peculiar effect. He licked, and stroked, and even did his best to suck, though it felt as if his teeth were in the way. If they were, Will didn’t seem to care.
“Yes— I’m—“ Will pushed Ernest back as he peaked, and covered Ernest’s pumping hand with his own to demonstrate how firmly to grasp, how quickly to stroke. Semen—come—shot against the clearcoat bandage in glistening white strands, and Ernest stopped rolling Will’s balls together to try to catch it before it landed in the scrubby grass.
Will looked surprised, mostly, and he had a hard time catching his breath. Ernest cupped his hand over his nose and mouth and inhaled the scent of the pearly fluid. Strange. Like everything lately. He touched his tongue to it, and Will said, “If you’re gonna lick it, lick it off my cock.”
Will hadn’t looked so intent since the night he’d begged Ernest not to shunt in, to stay with him.
Ernest lowered his head again, and took the salty, slick drop upon his tongue. He swallowed it. No worse than drinking water. But the action made Will groan, and hug Ernest’s head against him.
“The first thing you ever ate,” Will breathed. “I’ll never forget that, as long as I live.”
Dirty. Ernest understood the idiom now, viscerally. It pleased him.
***
They sought shelter beneath the low-hanging branches of a nearby tree, and Ernest lay in Will’s arms, wrapped securely in the blanket, wishing for sleep to come. He was supposed to be resting, but how anyone could sleep horizontally on the uneven ground was beyond him. “Tell me about the railroad.”
“Abraham found the strips of metal in the woods, rails, just lying on the ground, nailed down with huge spikes. And when he saw they stretched even farther than he could walk, he searched the W3 until he figured out what they were. An old transport system. And with enough parts, he can build us a big POD—they used to call them cars, linked together to form a train—and we could go as fast and as far as a regular POD, but without the magnetic strip.”
“Security ops couldn’t follow?”
“Only until their first charge ran out. But Abraham’s figuring out a way to use magnets, and solar panels, and the rails…well, I don’t get it, but I’m not trained in engineering.”
Ernest thought about his own years of training, now useless, and asked, “What were you trained in?”
Will nuzzled Ernest’s hair out of his way and pressed his lips to Ernest’s ear. “Seducing innocent new retirees into sucking my cock.”
Ernest laughed. “Really—what did you do?”
“Exactly what you saw me doing. I was a salesman. I sold W3 games, though, not coffee. While you were being taught about flowcharts and letters—I was getting trained in psychology and marketing, hooking the customers and reeling them in. The nature of desire.”
That final word, purred against his ear, sent such a shiver down Ernest’s spine, he had no doubt at all that Will was telling the truth.
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