Get-Together Summer by Lotus Oakes

across the wet head.
Occasionally she would take just that tip back into her mouth and
suck hard enough to hollow her cheeks before pulling off again.
    "Fuck me," he groaned. "How come you don't have to be
nice?"
    Haley hummed briefly, going down
deeper on him for a moment before slowly pulling back and licking
her lips. "Because that's what you like," she said, and smiled.
    Dirk let out a small huff, not
quite either a laugh or a sigh, and sank his hands into her hair
again with a tug. "Not too much of that, baby," he said. "We still need to
make dinner, remember?"
    "I remember." She pushed back when he tried to pull
her down again, taking his cock in hand instead and stroking it
hard and fast -- both more than Simon would have expected. She
really wasn't new to this, was she ... ? "Don't worry. I'll have
you done soon."
    "When you say it like that, I just wanna try and last
as long as possible ..."
    "Later," she told him, and finally went down on him
again. She closed her eyes, holding the base of his cock with her
hand still and bobbing her head in fast shallow movements. Dirk
groaned, low and resonant in his chest, now apparently holding onto
her head for balance, his elbow leaning against the counter for
more support. Haley's other hand stroked up, her fingers ghosting
over the curve of his ass. After a moment, he began to tense up,
breath hissing out from between his teeth.
    "Fuck it, Haley, I--"
    She moaned, the sound muffled and buzzing, and went
down all the way, so that her nose was pressed to his abdomen. A
moment later Dirk shouted, sounding almost startled, and rocked his
hips hard one last time. Simon saw her throat move, and shrank away
again, back out of sight. He heard the soft noise of flesh against
wet flesh, and then Haley's shaky hoarse sigh, echoing between
Dirk's harsh gasping for breath.
    "Fuck," he said finally, sounding outright reverent.
"You're good at that."
    "I know." She sounded smug. A moment later there was
the rustle of cloth over skin, and the metallic buzz of a zipper
being done up. "So what were you thinking about for dinner? We
still have enough time to do something fancy-- hey!"
    Her exclamation was cut off by the sound of a kiss.
Simon closed his eyes and began to back up down the hallway, moving
mostly by touch and familiarity. He wanted to just turn and flee,
but his knees felt weak and his feet felt heavy, never mind the
nearly-angry hard pressure between his legs. Moving as carefully as
possible, he made his way to the stairs and up them, listening as
Haley and Dirk's voices faded back into indistinct mumbles once
more. Once up the stairs he allowed himself to move a little more
freely -- as much as his erection would allow, at any rate,
half-waddling his way back to his own room to crawl onto his bed
and under the blankets once more.
    For all that this had only happened once before --
twice only if you counted his dream -- it felt like he was
developing a habit, like he'd done this too many times. Simon
curled up on his side, tugging his pants open and cupping his cock
in both hands, just holding it for the moment. It was going beyond
just curiosity -- and jealousy, if he was entirely honest -- into
something that he knew would only get him into trouble. The first
time could be waved off as an accident, that he'd been frozen in
place by the sight and act of his cousin openly having sex, but
this time? There'd been no reason for him to come back, and none
for him to stay after the sex had actually begun ...
    Simon took a deep breath and felt it rattle and catch
in his lungs. His eyes stung again, but he squeezed his eyes firmly
shut until that sensation went away.
    One last time, he told himself;
he'd allow himself a fantasy one more time, and then he'd stop. He
was an Oakley; he was above this sort of pathetic gesturing. And if
Haley did break up
with Dirk, if someday his lowborn tendencies were too much for her
to handle, Simon would still be there, and maybe then he'd