Page 209 of Checking Out the Librarian

He waited. He trembled. He wanted.

Jonathan breathed on him but nothing more. Holding. Breathing. Warm.

Even his skin shook with the waiting.

“Connor. Look in the mirror.”

His voice was sharp and Connor struggled with the compulsion to obey, but also, he wanted to watch his cock and Jonathan’s lips because, fuck, who wouldn’t.

“Don’t look at me. Look at yourself.”

“Uhhh.” He was groaning and couldn’t stop.

“I want you to see what I see, when I see you. Look in the mirror.”

He should listen. Didn’t want to listen.

“No whining.” That tone meant Jonathan would stop if he didn’t. “Look in the mirror.”

Glassy. Mirrors were glassy. His eyes were glassy. Suddenly Jonathan’s mouth was on his cock, and he jerked deeper because he was rude and needy and he wanted to dive all the way into that feeling.

He saw the flush spread further down his own chest, making his skin splotchy with it, and his shoulders now too. He watched his arms tremble as he pushed onto the top of the cabinet.

Jonathan’s mouth consumed his senses. He could feel the strong tip of his tongue swirling and prodding, and then Jonathan was slowly taking more of his cock, until he wanted to lose himself in the dark hole of desire that was in front of him, but that was a feeling inside him, not something in the mirror.

“Your cock. It’s red and hard and hot.”

Jonathan should have two mouths, one for sucking and one for talking, because he wanted both things at the same time and he couldn’t have them like that and nothing was fair.

Then Jonathan blew on him and he shuddered and his nipples, God they must be nail heads on his chest, he could see them standing up in the mirror.

“Is your skin all pink too?”

“Ye-es.” It sounded like too many syllables.

Jonathan moved fingers on his length, wetting his fingers, and then his mouth was taking his cock again but the fingers were stroking his balls, pulling on their weight, and then everything shifted and his balls were in Jonathan’s mouth and the wet finger had moved farther and oh fuck that was so perfect, that little wet touch, like the electricity on his stomach had moved to center itself there and he was fucking zapped.

He bucked and his cock grazed Jonathan’s forehead because he was still sucking his balls and he had an image of his cum in Jonathan’s hair and dripping on Jonathan’s face and him rubbing it in like lotion and this was so good so good so good.

The finger slipping inside him, also so good.

Jonathan’s mouth pulled off.

“Nooo.” In the mirror, his mouth was a circle, open, panting or begging, he didn’t know.

“Tell me what you see.” The words vibrated against Connor’s leg, and the punctuation came from Jonathan’s teeth, a scrape on the inside of his thigh that he could feel from his soles to his neck. “Tell me.”

The mirror. That’s what Jonathan wanted him to focus on, so he started there. “I see. The mirror. Me.”

He took Connor’s cock back in his mouth.

Yes, fucking hell yes.

Connor knew it was bad and rude, but he drove deeper and heard the air come out of Jonathan’s nose, but Jonathan didn’t stop him, didn’t pull off, pulled him deeper and he knew he must keep talking. Had to keep Jonathan happy. Do what Jonathan wanted him to do.

“Eyes.” His had gone big and wild. He’d never seen himself like this, looking like a storm of wanting, but his reflection bounced between the mirror and the shine of his own eyes looking in the mirror and it made an infinity of Connors, tinier and tinier, in his eyes.

He could swear he saw Jonathan there, too, which wasn’t possible because he was on his knees, but Connor knew he saw Jonathan everywhere, so why wouldn’t he be in his own eyes, too.