"What's your name?" Golden Boy murmured, like it really mattered, and Chris soaked up the way Toby was touching him, pressed really close and with a hand cupped around the back of his neck, rubbing his hair.
"Chris," he whispered back, lips ghosting along Toby's smooth jaw. "Chris Keller," he repeated as Toby pulled him in for a kiss, slow and deep, tasting him. He opened his mouth wider, flicking his tongue against Toby's and breathing hard with the excitement of the kiss, hands buried in silky blond hair to make the it even deeper. When the need to breathe forced him to come up, he wrapped his arms tight around Toby and nuzzled into his neck as they moved to their own rhythm.
The music was hot and slow and sexy and it didn't feel like anything was letting up as the band finished their set and took a break. Chris snagged the beer bottle with one hand and Toby with the other, and tugged him along toward the back of the establishment. "Let's get some air," he said, leading him out into the courtyard.
There was a picnic table out there over by the wall, benches on either side, a patch of grass vying with the concrete, and insects buzzing around the light over the door in the hot, dry air. Toby looked around at it all, made a face at an empty condom packet dropped by the table and flicked it over into the trashcan before settling down on the bench. "Not a lot cooler out here," he said.
Chris parked his butt on the table facing him, legs braced to either side of him on the bench. "Yeah, well, you'd melt the ice in Alaska," he told him, just to see his reaction.
"Uh-huh," Toby shot him a skeptical look that said Chris was going to have to do better than that, "and does that line actually work?"
"Been known to." Chris smiled, hungry for him, wanting another kiss, and not so sure it had only been a cheesy line this time. He took another swig from the bottle, handed it over and watched Toby give it a long and serious look before tilting it back and filling his mouth. Chris barely waited for him to swallow before he swooped in for another kiss, tasting the beer still cool in his mouth, hands cradling Toby's head as the kiss got hotter, making his cock ache.
Lack of oxygen forced them apart once more and Chris sat back, retrieving the bottle for another mouthful as Toby's hands stroked along his thighs, liking the feel of the leather, liking a whole lot more than that judging by the way he scooted closer. Even so, Chris was taken by surprise as Toby bent his head and rubbed his cheek along one thigh - and a jolt of sweet, scorching pleasure went right through him as he watched Toby's tongue flick out along the leather. *Who the fuck was seducing who?*
"You got a thing for leather?"
Toby sat back, thinking that over. "I don't know." The way he said it, you got the feeling he was inclined to test it out and see. "I'm Tobias Beecher, by the way," he added, looking like he thought he should have mentioned that before they'd had their tongues down each other's throats, and holding out his hand.
Chris smiled and shook the hand, holding onto it afterwards. "Pleased to meet ya, Toby."
"So," Toby didn't try to extract his hand, "do you come here often?"
"Well I don't know," Chris drawled suggestively, winking, "kinda depends on how you mean that."
Toby looked puzzled for a moment and then the double entendre dawned on him and he gave Chris a huffy look. "I mean," he said with a sniff that went with the look, "do you frequent this establishment?"
"Yeah, much as I frequent any place I wind up." Chris relinquished the bottle to Toby for another drink, watching the muscles of his throat work as he swallowed the liquid on down. "My old man brought me here the first time when I was about ten."
Toby handed the bottle back and gave him a worried look. "Your dad was bringing you to a gay bar when you were ten?"
Chris laughed. "No, I think Jake mighta drawn the line at that much. It was just a biker hang out back then."
Going by his expression Toby wasn't entirely sure that was much of an improvement. "What did your mother think of you being at any kind of bar at that age?"
Chris shrugged. "Being she was dead by then, not a hell of a lot."
"Oh. I'm…sorry." Toby clearly thought he had committed a grievous faux pas, but even that wouldn't make him let go of it. "There are things called babysitters, though."
"There are," Chris agreed, amused at Toby's concerns over his younger self's welfare so long after the fact, "but Jake figured the sooner I learned the ropes, the better."
"Do I want to know what kind of ropes you're talking about?"
"Hmm," Chris leaned in, rubbed the lip of the bottle along Toby's mouth, "probably not."
"I might surprise you," Toby said, and flicked his tongue against the glass.
Chris shuddered just from watching that and imagining how that tongue would feel on his cock. "You know what?" He put the bottle down and curved both hands around Toby's head. "You just might," he finished, and went in for another kiss.
Toby pushed up into it and Chris moaned into his mouth. Square, practical hands hiked up his shirt and teased over his belly - and unsnapped his pants. His eyes opened in time to catch a delicious look of satisfaction on Toby's face, that look and the bold fingers pulling down his zipper turning him on so fucking much. He'd been right about that fire, he'd known it would be like this; this was no scared and timid rabbit, this was another hungry wolf.
And then Chris couldn't think about anything except the sharp, sweet sensation of Toby's tongue in his mouth as it flicked against the roof of his mouth, and Toby's hand in his pants, audacious fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking. Chris humped up into that touch, groaning as the blond kept up that caress, a thumb circling the head of his cock before gliding back and forth over the slit. Panting, Chris dragged his open mouth along Toby's cheek and pulled some air into his lungs. He pressed their foreheads together and gripped Toby's shoulders, tuned into nothing but the other man and those brilliant fingers, aware of only the hot, damp smoothness of Toby's back as he tugged the polo up and ran his fingers along the ridge of spine. Toby's other hand crept along the inside of his thigh and Chris moaned again, kneading Toby's back. He spread his legs wider, running his hands up into thick, silky gold hair, aching to have that blond head buried in his crotch right then and there, practically on the brink of coming from imagining that, from absorbing every teasing caress. "Oh Christ," he murmured, ready to lay back on the table and bring Toby with him. Toby flashed him a wicked smile, like he knew exactly what Chris wanted - like he wanted it just as bad. Going in for another kiss, craving that as much, Chris pushed his tongue into Toby's mouth, the friction on his cock driving him crazy. No one had made him this hot in … in forever.
He rubbed his cheek against Toby's and nuzzled his throat - and looked over his shoulder to discover they were drawing an audience. Some other guys were over by the door, rubbing their own crotches and licking their lips, avid gazes riveted on him and Toby. "Fuck." He muttered it under his breath and put his mouth to Toby's ear. "Stop. Toby, stop," he whispered, voice urgent with the need to continue.
"What?" Toby turned his head and tried to kiss him, not moving his hand.
"We're putting on a show," Chris whispered again, watching them over there, intruding on this and coveting it for themselves.
Toby stilled then, twisting around to look for himself. "Fuckers," he growled.
"Easy, tiger." Chris held him still, feeling his muscles tense, excited by that passion. He could think of some far better ways to put it to use, however. "Come on, let's get out of here."
Still pissed off, Toby nodded after a moment and sent him a look of regret. He carefully tucked Chris back into his pants and zipped them up, giving him a pat. "Sorry."
"Just hold the thought, huh?" Chris said, flashing him a smile before he hopped down from the table and backed the gawkers off with a look. They parted like the Red Sea as he and Toby strode by, on through the bar and out to the curb. "Holding that thought?" he said as he scanned the street for a taxi and waved one over.
"Oh, yeah," Toby assured him, backing it up with a caress along his hip.
Chris laughed and turned to embrace him as the cab pulled up. "Where're we going?" he said, nuzzling the soft hair at Toby's temple. Any destination would be fine by him, as long as Toby was there.
He wrapped his arms around Toby, only wanting to hold him as tight and as long as he could.
"That's…a good question," Toby said, pressing into the fervent embrace, moved to return it. "We can't go back to the hotel."
"Sure we can," Chris murmured against his ear. "We'll just go to my room."
"Won't your friend mind?"
"Nah. She's back in L.A., left me to my own devices."
And wonderful devices they were, too, Toby thought as he nestled in just a fraction closer, his hands curving over the leather-encased ass.
A car horn sounded and the cab driver demanded, "Hey! You boys want a ride, or are you just going to stand here dancing cheek to cheek?"
Toby frowned and stepped back to give her a hard look. "Yes, we want a ride."
"Then get in `cause I'm burning gas sitting here."
"Bet she gets a lot of tips?" Chris whispered in his ear, holding the door for him.
Toby laughed and climbed in, settling back against the seat with a contented sigh as Chris sidled up beside him. He gave the driver their hotel and turned his head to look out the window, watching the street, the lights and the people, pretending he had no idea Chris was moving in on him. Moving in so close he could feel Chris' breath warm against his neck. Then lips brushed his nape, the tip of a tongue darting along his skin, and he couldn't quite smother a whimper.
"Where're you boys from?" the taxi driver - Maxine, by her ID - asked, stopped for a light.
"Back east," Chris said, undoing the buttons on Toby's polo shirt.
"Uh-huh," Toby confirmed, "back east," and he bit his lip as Chris slipped a hand inside the shirt, rubbing over his pecs, long fingers catching hold of a nipple and playing with it.
"Out here on vacation?" Maxine asked again, and Toby could have sworn she was angling the rearview mirror to get a better line on the backseat as the light changed and she drove on.
"Yeah, uh-huh," Toby managed to get out. Chris had one arm slung around him so he could caress his chest, while the other hand was getting busy in his crotch. "*Chris*," he hissed under his breath, turning to give him a desperate look.
"Shh," Chris breathed back, clearly enjoying himself. "That's right," he said, cupping Toby's crotch, "mixin' business and pleasure."
"What kind of business?"
"Well I'm in investments," Chris said, perfectly conversational, not at all like he was busy working Toby's zipper down.
"I'm…" Toby swallowed, exquisitely tormented by fingers stroking his nipples while the other hand was simultaneously wrapping around his cock, knowing he could not possibly achieve any sort of nonchalance. "I'm a lawyer," he managed to say, hearing the gasp in his voice and half-tempted to smack Chris.
The other man buried his face against Toby's shoulder, obviously muffling laughter.
Maxine craned her neck for a better look in the mirror. "Bet you make some good money."
"Can't complain," Chris said, studiously working his fingers to the tip of Toby's cock.
Toby sucked in a deep breath and bent his head close, his lips right against Chris' ear as he whispered, "I'm gonna get you for this."
Unchastened, Chris winked and said, "Lookin' forward to it."
Funny, so was Toby. But he thought Maxine had gotten enough of an eyeful and carefully withdrew Chris' hand from his pants. He pressed a kiss to the palm and whispered again, "That feels really good, Chris, but the rest of the world doesn't need a show. Let's keep this just for us."
Chris gave him a surprised look but didn't seem upset. Exactly the opposite, in fact. He looked like he'd just heard something he had been waiting for all his life. He shifted around so they were only sitting very close together on the seat and nudged his shoulder against Toby's, head tilted as he whispered back, "How `bout kissing? That okay?"
Toby checked to make sure Maxine was paying more attention to traffic than to he and Chris, and murmured back, "Kissing is fine." He reached for Chris' hand, giving it a squeeze. "This is good, too."
Long fingers squeezed back and Chris nodded, evidently in definite with agreement with that. He shot a look up front as if also making sure they weren't providing any vicarious entertainment, and then dipped his head to kiss the corner of Toby's mouth and then his lips, soft and lingering this time. "It's way better than good, Toby," he breathed, pressing their foreheads together.
Yeah, it was, and Toby reached over with his other hand, running his thumb along Chris' cheek and cupping the nape of his neck, content with just that. And Chris wasn't acting like this was the worst moment of his life, either. It was exhilarating, being with someone who really wanted to be there, who was just as into you, and to not have a trace of doubt in your mind about that. Being desired had to be the most powerful aphrodisiac of them all.
He was also realizing that old cliché was true, about not judging a book by its cover, because something else coming in loud and clear was that there was a lot more to Chris Keller than a spectacular body and bowl-you-over sex appeal. Not, however, that those qualities were not worthy of some lingering and intensely personal admiration.
And as the taxi pulled up at the hotel entrance, Toby knew he'd be a liar if he claimed not to be excited at how close that scenario was to being played out now. You know, assuming he had the balls to make it all the way through the lobby and up to the room.
Chris gave him a worried look as they got out of the cab. "You okay there?" he said, somehow extracting a wallet from those pants and opening it up.
"Yeah, fine," Toby said, not so much lying as trying to psych himself up. What was the worst that could happen, after all? Even if Genevieve did spot them, she would only assume Chris was a drinking buddy, and any screaming hissyfit would be reserved for the privacy of their suite.
No, the worst thing that could happen was if he gave into those fears, gave into worrying what other people would think. Staying on that path was only going to destroy him, one way or another. Someday Genevieve might even be grateful for what he was about to do, since chances were good she would be a casualty of that self-destruction.
Maxine and her cab were gone and Chris was looking at him, head lowered and trying to catch his eye. "Hey, you with me, Toby?" he said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
Toby looked at him and nodded, squaring his shoulders. "Yeah, I'm with you, Chris. Let's do this."
Chris gave him a puzzled look at that, not quite sure what to make of that comment. "O-kay."
With a soft laugh, Toby patted his arm and said, "Believe it or not, I…don't do this a lot."
"I believe you," Chris said, looking at him thoughtfully, touching his face. "You know what? I'm not sure I've ever done this," he said, and Toby had a feeling he was talking about something more than sex.
"Well, even if it is the blind leading the blind," Toby amazed himself by moving closer and resting his hands on Chris' waist, right where anyone passing by could see them, "I have a hunch we'll figure it out pretty quickly."
"I've got that same hunch," Chris said and pulled him close for a second. "Come on," he stepped back and caught one of Toby's hands, tugging him towards the doors, "let's do it," he finished with one of those 1000-watt smiles.
"Now," Toby said as they reached Chris' suite, frustrated at having had to keep his hands entirely to himself on the long, long elevator ride in that car packed with other people, "about that payback…"
Chris leaned back against the closed door, arms folded over his chest and one leg crossed over the other, a *come and get me* look in his eyes. "Yeah? What about it?"
Toby stepped close, his breath caressing the other man's throat while his hand rubbed over a leather-clad hip. "It starts…now," he said and ran his tongue along a tendon in the strong throat, over the Adam's apple and up under his chin. Chris pressed his head back against the door to give him even better access, and put up no resistance whatever as Toby unfolded his arms and spread them out to either side in imitation of that tattoo on his arm. Pretty sure he should be ashamed of himself for any such kinky thought, Toby indulged more sinful impulses, working Chris' shirt open hands exploring that beautiful chest, fingers catching at a nipple and stroking it until Chris moaned. Toby wanted to hear that again, louder, and bent his head to lave the little knot of sensitive flesh with tongue, again and again until Chris worked one hand free and buried it in Toby's hair, dragging his head up for a ferocious kiss. Toby opened his mouth wide, his own hands curved around Chris' head now, fingers pressed into his scalp as Chris' tongue fucked his mouth.
"Oh Jesus Christ…" Chris gasped out, dragging his open mouth along Toby's cheek and just holding onto him for support.
Toby chuckled, just as breathless, and ran his hand up along that tattoo. He didn't know if what was happening between them was sacred or profane but -- *damn* -- it felt good to just let go.
He nuzzled Chris' temple, kissed him there. "There a bed around here?"
"Uh-huh."
That was good because every brush of his lips along Chris' skin, every slow caress of the other man's fingers along his face, was making him really weak in the knees.
Not even about to try and guess what was coming next, Chris led the way into the bedroom, only certain this was the best ride of his life.
"Nice bed," Toby said, looking around. "Get on it."
Chris raised an eyebrow and smirked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"*All* the way," Toby insisted, straddling his hips when Chris complied.
"So - you haven't done this a lot?"
"Mmmmm," Toby leaned down and kissed his mouth, "no - but I have a really vivid imagination."
"I'll bet you do," Chris said and ran his hands along the strong, lean thighs enclosing him.
Toby nuzzled his chin and licked the hollow of his throat, one square hand splayed over a swell of pectoral muscle, rubbing a nipple. "What's your favorite fantasy, Chris?" he whispered, raising up to look at him.
Erotic images flashed through his head and vanished, leaving only one, and Chris rolled his head to look over at the dresser, afraid to let Toby see it.
"Chris," Toby cupped the side of his face and turned him back, watching him, searching his eyes, "tell me."
"It's stupid," he said, trying to locate one of those other fantasies, one Toby could actually fulfill.
"I bet it's not," Toby said, voice as soft as the look in his eyes, the back of his fingers running along Chris' face. "Tell me."
And Chris looked up at him, knowing he was a fucking idiot, but… "It's one where I…where I meet someone and fall in love," he said, voice dropped to its lowest volume, even quieter than when he went to confession. He wasn't surprised at the silence from Toby. What the hell could anyone say to that, after all? Even so, he couldn't help risking a glance at him, to see how he'd taken it, and then Chris wasn't sure what to make of what he saw.
Toby was giving a thoughtful look, eyes a little sad but with a spark of a smile in them at the same time. "That…sounds like a good fantasy," he said at last.
Chris shrugged, looking over at the dresser again.
"Maybe," Toby went on, and Chris felt those sweet lips touch the corner of his mouth and then graze over his lips, "it'll come true."
As much as Chris knew he was an idiot to hear any kind of promise in those words, that awareness wasn't enough to keep them from setting off a tiny flutter of anticipation in his stomach. Of course … that could have had something to do with the way Toby was kissing him, too, long and slow and deep, the kind of kisses that could turn your bones to jello.
"Ohhh… Jesus, Toby…" Chris groaned as Toby rubbed against him, pressing their groins together. "You're gonna kill me, baby," he murmured, loving the delicious agony as Toby humped him again.
And there was that chuckle again, not quite manic, but way too sexy to ever be entirely innocent. "Well, we don't want that," Toby said and moved back off the bed. He ran his hand along Chris' left leg and raised it off the mattress, pulling off his boot and sock and tossing them over his shoulder, repeating the ritual with the right leg, and then taking a moment to strip his own feet bare.
Sprawled back on the bed, both of them still otherwise clothed, Chris raised up on his elbows and whimpered in sheer anticipation as Toby's arms hooked under his thighs and dragged him nearer the edge of the bed before he went to his knees and reached for the snap, and then the zipper, tugging it down slowly, slowly, and then parting the leather and freeing his cock. Chris watched those blunt fingers wrap around it, getting a good grip, and licked his lips at the look Toby shot him - hungry and devilish and so hot his cock was already rock hard. He caught his breath, chest heaving, as he watched that blond head bend toward his cock, that amazing tongue flicking out and along the shaft, slow and soft licks around the head, right before Toby opened wide and took him all the way down, until Toby's head was buried in his crotch.
His breath left him on a loud groan and he sank down on the soft mattress, chest rising and falling as he tried in vain to catch it again. Toby's bobbing head kept time with him, tongue and lips working magic, as if Chris' enthusiasm was spurring him on. Not at all inclined to dampen that ardor, Chris reached down to stroke Toby's hair, hips thrusting to meet Toby's mouth as the blond head moved up and down the hard length of him. "Ohh, fuck, Toby…," he bit his lips and licked them, "that's good, that's good…" He closed his eyes and moaned how good it was, Toby sucking him off like Chris' cock in his mouth was a dream come true. Only … he moaned again, one hand pressing Toby's head into his crotch, the other rubbing over his chest, totally addicted to Toby's mouth … only he didn't want this first time to be over too soon, and he wanted his own taste of that dream.
Fingers threaded through Toby's hair, he tugged, gentle at first but then with a firmer insistence as the other man stubbornly stuck to his pleasurable task. "Toby," Chris got more air in his lungs, raising his head to watch him, "Toby, come here." He tugged again, and then almost wished he hadn't because this was even worse, Toby's eyes flashing him that wicked look, eyes bright with how much he was enjoying this -- *especially* this part, as he oh so slowly dragged his mouth up Chris' cock, tongue stroking all the way. Chris had to throw an arm over his eyes, not able to bear the combination of watching Toby licking so hungrily around the crown of his cock and those light blue eyes watching his devastation with such impish joy in the act.
Really glad to know he wasn't the only one having the time of his life here, Chris sank back as the mattress shifted and Toby crawled over him, welcoming the heavy warmth of him. He curved both hands around Toby's head and drew his face down, kissing the daylights out of that decadent, glorious mouth.
"Having a good time?" he whispered when he had gotten enough of that - enough when he knew he could kiss that mouth anytime he wanted.
Toby looked down at him, the answer lighting up his eyes and in his smile. "Fuck yes I am," he murmured back. Evidently he needed more kissing right then because he worked a hand under Chris' head, fingers digging into the short hair as he held him there for a long, long kiss that started with Toby nibbling along his lower lip and ended with Toby's tongue flicking against the roof of his mouth, both of them breathing raggedly.
"Know what'd be good now?" Chris said, still breathless.
"Oxygen?" Toby said, in no better shape.
Chris grinned, not quite able to laugh. "Besides that."
Toby sat up, straddling him again. "What?"
"Getting bare assed naked," Chris told him, wanting to see him, needing to see him. And he added, "You first," to see how he'd take it, and because he really meant it.
Toby gave him a look of endearing shyness that didn't seem so incongruous under the circumstances, not when Chris had a feeling Toby'd meant it about this mostly happening in his imagination up to now. "That…sounds good," he said, and Chris didn't doubt that was sincere as well, what with how those light blue eyes were eating him up, already stripping him, "but maybe you should go first."
"Nuh-uh," Chris smiled at him, letting the hunger show. "Show me what ya got, Toby," he added, gaze dropping to his lips, his chest, and his crotch, fingertips dancing over the tell-tale bulge there.
Sucking in a deep breath at that touch, at the challenge, Toby climbed off the bed, looking so unsure of himself now that Chris wanted to pull him close and tell him it was okay, they could turn out the lights and finish in the dark. Some other instinct told him to hold his horses, though, just let Toby have a chance to get used to it. That's how wifey did it, he'd bet; lights out, hurry up and get it over with. And then the frigid bitch probably complained to her girlfriends how she never had an orgasm.
Well *Toby* was getting one tonight - and maybe it wouldn't be only one night.
Chris tried to push that thought aside, wanting to concentrate on the moment he had. The rest would happen … or it wouldn't.
"That's it," he said, and whistled as Toby finally tugged his shirt up just a ways, baring some midriff, "show me some skin." He laughed at the huffy look from the other man - but the shirt went higher, Toby starting to get in the spirit of things, flashing his nipples before pulling the polo down again and looking self-conscious.
"I really wish you'd go first," he said, the bottom of the shirt bunched up in his hands.
With a sigh, Chris tucked himself back into the leather pants before he slid off the bed, bare feet sinking into the luxurious carpet. "How about this?" he said, coming close. "We do it together."
Toby looked at him, nodded. "That might work."
"Ya think?" Chris flashed him a grin and then some skin, undoing the snap and zipper once more, just enough for Toby to glimpse his pubic hair. "Your turn," he said, helping out by reaching over to unbuckle his belt for him.
"God, I'm a dork," Toby muttered under his breath, fingers fumbling awkwardly at his zipper.
Chris tipped his chin up and kissed him. "No, you're not. Here," he caught Toby's hand, guiding him through it. "Like that, slow and easy, make my mouth water for more," he murmured, his fingers touching underwear and insinuating themselves under the waistband until coarse, curly pubic hair tickled the pads. Mouth against Toby's ear, voice pitched to its most seductive timbre, he told him, "Come on, baby, I want to see everything, every sexy square inch of you, and I wanna know you in the dark `cause I've mapped every inch with my fingers and tongue."
Toby sighed, groaning as Chris' tongue lashed against his ear. "I bet you say that to all the boys," he said, voice soft, something underneath the humor that made Chris hurt.
Chris' hands framed his face, looking into his eyes, feeling like he was falling into them. "Maybe," he admitted, "but I never meant it before." And he could feel the truth of that with a certainty that almost scared him. He was investing too much, too soon - and wild horses couldn't make him stop.
Toby looked back at him, searching his eyes, and coming in for another kiss. "Like this?" he said, breaking the kiss and stepping back, whipping the shirt off over his head and flinging it away.
"Well," Chris took in the broad shoulders and prominent collarbones, "you might want to refine your technique if you ever take it up professionally, but," he smiled and ran his fingers over those beautiful bones, "it's definitely thumb's up from me."
Toby's gaze boldly dropped to his crotch. "Just your thumb?" he said.
"Mmmm - *no*, not just my thumb," Chris assured him, dipping his head to flick his tongue along those bones and give the hollow of his throat a long, lazy lick.
"Chris?"
"What?"
"Couldn't we get naked faster?"
Chris chuckled against his throat. "Yeah, I think that's doable," he agreed, taking a moment to kiss his mouth again before dropping to his knees in the soft, lush carpet, yanking Toby's pants and boxers down to his ankles, mouth truly watering at the sight of the big, beautiful cock bouncing in front of him. One hand gripping Toby's hips, fingers digging into the firm muscle, the other grasped that cock, gliding along it, thumb circling the wet tip as he appreciated the beauty of it, loving the way it felt in his hand - loving even more the feel of it in his mouth as he took it deep, until his nose was buried in that rust-colored thatch of hair. *Oh, yeah,* -- the musky smell of Toby, the salty taste as his tongue worked over the slit, how *alive* Toby's cock felt -- *this was very doable.*