#liama

“Blow me.” The low voice in Liam’s ear tickles like a feather and he brings a shoulder up defensively, turning until he can’t, pinned in place. He looks up and catches a familiar sliver of stubble-dusted jawline and full lips. The accented words are unmistakable, and even if they weren’t, there was a dick introducing itself to his ass. He can’t misunderstand that. 

“Yeah?” Liam answers, not sure if it’s a statement or a question, agreement or confusion, a mouth-watering mix of both. There’s eyes and mics everywhere. One of them should move away. Neither of them do. 

“Right here?” The whispered question revs Liam’s engine big time. 

“You’d be too loud,” Liam counters, grinding back. Two could play this game.

The pressure of Max’s hips finally relents as he steps away with a camera-ready smile. Like Liam had just said the funniest thing in the world. 

“You’re that good?”

Liam turns and lets his tongue swipe between his lips. A shiny pink invitation.

 “Better.” 

Max’s blue gaze devours him as Liam leans back against the counter and stares.

“Driver’s room. Fifteen minutes.”

*

It feels like he’s on his knees before the door closes, Max sitting in an uncomfortable folding chair and pushing his underwear down his thighs until his hard cock is level with Liam’s hungry mouth. It’s thick and uncut, heavy on his tongue, salt and musk invading his senses as his lips stretch wide. It’s the biggest dick he’s had in his mouth, but he figures Max assumes that whenever he’s staring down at a head between his thighs. 

“Fucking hot mouth,” Max groans. “You look good like this, more relaxed than the last few days.” Max rubs the tension out of his shoulders with a firm grip and it feels amazing.

Liam’s easy pace stutters a bit, but he recovers quickly, pulling back and lapping at the tip while giving Max a confused look. 

Max slides his hand to the back of Liam’s head and urges him back down. 

“You’ve been stressed, I can tell. With everything going on.”

Liam makes a noise of protest but keeps bobbing up and down, tongue swirling and hand pumping. 

“You clearly needed a distraction. Pouting like that in my garage.”

It feels surreal, the levelheaded advice offered as Max tests easing his cock against the back of Liam’s throat. 

“You can take it?” Max asks, and to his credit he waits for an answer. 

An affirmative is muffled around a full mouth, and Liam relaxes eagerly, bracing to have his face fucked. Instead, Max is slow as he pushes forward and holds Liam’s face down, nose buried in his pubes until he chokes. He does it again, and again, just as slowly. Rubbing at the hinge of Liam’s jaw when he pulls away, letting him catch his breath, admiring his spit slick smile. Max isn’t wrong; he’s definitely feeling less stressed out now. 

“Come on my face?” he asks when he feels Max getting close. Feels the way his thighs tense under Liam’s hands and Max rolls his eyes as he groans. Liam’s more than pleased to be able to get that reaction out of him. He watches with rapt attention as Max reaches down to jerk himself off. They wouldn’t have much uninterrupted time, his movements urgent and quick. He paints his climax over Liam’s swollen red lips and smirks as he plays his fingers through blond hair.

“You know, you owe me one.” Liam says as he grins and licks at the salty come dripping from his top lip onto his waiting tongue. 

“This was for your benefit,” Max pants, catching his breath. Smile impossibly wide on his face as he tosses down a wink. 

“What? How’d ya figure?” Liam finishes wiping up his mouth with his index finger and then sucks it clean. 

Max watches and inhales through his teeth. “I took the edge off for you. Free therapy and good practice.” Max pats his cheek.  

Liam rolls his eyes and uses the sturdy handles of Max’s thighs to stand. 

“You’re an asshole.” Liam chuckles as Max puts himself away. 

“But I’m not wrong,” Max answers.

And he wasn’t wrong. “You still owe me one.”