Tip of My Tongue (Kevin/Joe)
“Kevin called. He said he’s got a surprise for you.”
I looked up at my brother, tipping my head to the side with a frown on my face, my eyes narrowed suspiciously. There was something far too nonchalant about the way Nick offered that information, something far too mischievous in the curve of his shoulders, in the way he carelessly tossed a look in my direction before removing his gaze to the guitar in his lap. I ventured a question. “What kind of surprise?”
Nick shrugged, his eyes averted to the strings, and that just made me more suspicious, because Nick did not need to look at his guitar to be able to play it. “He didn’t tell me. He just said you’re going to like it.”
“I’d better.” I murmured, sinking back against the couch, my arms folded across my chest. I hadn’t seen Kevin in a few days. He’d been in New York on business, checking out this new punk band that he was considering signing, and I’d been missing him like crazy. Our penthouse was anything but small, but when it’s just Nick and me, I could use a lot more space. Kevin kept me occupied enough that I could ignore Nick’s tendency toward moodiness, and since he was writing music, he was especially moody, and Kevin wasn’t even there to buffer it. “When’s he getting back?”
Nick checked his watch, clicking his tongue, and shrugged. “Well, he has meetings until, like, three. I think he said he’ll be in around eight.”
My heart stuttered excitedly. I loved him so much; it was so much torture to not be around him for any real length of time, and it was certainly harsh to have to sleep by myself. “Well, you’d better be scarce for the evening, because we’re going to be loud.”
I snickered inwardly at the way my little brother shuddered at the image that no doubt called me up. “Hey, I was here last time you guys decided to get busy, because you don’t warn me like you said you would when I moved in with you.” He gave me a pointed look. “But, don’t worry. Garbo said I can crash on his couch while you two celebrate Kev’s homecoming.”
I basically forgot about the surprise as the day went on. I was too busy being excited about Kevin coming home. I cleaned the apartment, once I shooed Nick off to Garbo’s a few hours early. I changed our linen, because Kevin always liked to make love when the sheets were soft and smelled nice. I even sprayed them with a little bit of the somewhat girly body spray that I kept around just because Kevin was partial to the smell of lilacs. There was a bouquet of roses waiting for him on the table by the door, so it would be the first thing he saw when he came in.
Fifteen minutes before Kevin was supposed to get home, I lit some candles, turned down the lights, slipped out of my clothes and laid back on our bed, wiggling around to get comfortable, my eyes closed. Waiting for Kevin was one of my favorite things to do. He never left me waiting for longer than he said. So, if he said he’d be home around eight, that was when I would see him. My whole body hummed with anticipation. Even if I wasn’t naked, waiting for him to open the door and smile at me that way he does when we both know we’re going to make love, I was just ready to see that beautiful face. Four days was far too long to go without him.
It was exactly eight o’clock when I heard the door open. I shivered when he called, “Hello?” I loved his voice so much. And, then he went quiet, and I knew he was reading the silly little note I left him with the roses; I could practically see the lovely smile it put on his face. I was so happy when the door opened, and there was that smile as he took in the sight before him. He told me once that he likes how I look lying on our red sheets.
I smiled back at him, lifting my arms toward him, beckoning him to me. “Hi, love. I’ve missed you.”
He chuckled. I loved the sound. Watching him slip out of his clothes made my breath catch. Every time I saw the tattoo he had curling around his body, the beautiful flock of sparrows that started at his lower back and worked up over his right shoulder and across his chest, my heart felt like it was going to burst. I had the same tattoo. When we stood side-by-side, they met and continued, so the birds were never-ending, a circle, an eternity, like how we felt about each other. I remember lying side-by-side on the chairs in the tattoo parlor, our fingers laced between us.
When he crawled over to me, I curled him into my arms immediately, and our mouths met so sweetly, just like always. My lips parted, and his tongue slid in to press against mine, and - oh, my god. I pulled away from him, staring up at him, bewildered, and his grin told me he knew exactly what I was reacting to. “You got a tongue ring?”
He laughed and nodded, sticking his tongue out at me, and the little silver stud caught the candlelight. I groaned, pulling him in to kiss him again, and the sweet press of his tongue against mine was lovely. We melted together, and his hips rolled against mine, and I moaned, tipping my head to the side and letting his mouth trail down my neck. “God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered, and holy hell, was I glad Nick was gone, because I was going to spend all night letting Kevin do whatever he wanted with me.
“I missed you too…” I whispered, my eyes closed. I caught his hand as his fingers slid up over my shoulder, and I pressed a soft kiss to the tattooed J on the inside of his wrist. We’ve been different since we left Hollywood Records. We’ve been real. Kevin always wanted tattoos and piercings and to feel a little bit like a bad boy, even though he has a heart of gold. He certainly gets that opportunity with me, because I love how raw and real he looks with them, like he’s been around.
He grinned at me, flicking that little silver ball against my ear, and it was such a strange sensation. “Can I try something?” He murmured, his voice husky. “Just for shits. I mean, the whole point of this ring is to make you feel good…”
I moaned, tipping my head back, biting my lip. “What a stupid question. You can do whatever you want with me.” I demonstrated this by writhing slightly against him, spreading my arms out. I loved the groan that slipped out of his mouth.
His mouth worked its way down my body, playing against my skin, his teeth scraping my nipples, and I knew he was doing it just because I went crazy for it. Whenever he used his mouth on any part of me, it drove me so crazy, and now, with the teasing feeling of the ring, it was even more intense. It left me trembling.
“Kevin…” I breathed out, my fingers curling into his hair. “Oh…” His mouth was on my cock. I sounded like a whore, moaning out loud. My toes were curling at the wonderful feeling of that stud pushing against the tip, rolling against the sensitive skin. “Oh, god…” When was the last time Kevin had done this? I’ve always been partial to giving blowjobs. I’m always the one going down on him, and I like it that way, but oh my god, did this feel good. “Kevin.”
He chuckled in the back of his throat, taking more of my cock into his mouth, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked earnestly, as if he was really enjoying himself. His tongue never ceased running over me, making sure I didn’t forget about that teasing little ring. I dropped my hand onto the sheets, letting myself twist them between my fingers, my hips pushing up into his mouth, and he was so courteous, not yelling at me for choking him. He gently held me down with a hand on my hips, and I was so entranced watching his beautiful lips stretching around my cock, and then his fingers curled around my length and he jerked me off slowly, running his tongue just as slowly over the tip, his eyes focused on me, and it was enough for me to come all over myself, moaning his name like a mantra (“Kevin, Kevin, Kevin…”), my hips rolling gently up into his hand.
He giggled in that adorable way he does, shaking his head. “You came way too quickly, babe. That’s called foreplay. Hello.”
“Shut up.” I murmured, batting lazily at him with my hand. I refused to be embarrassed by it. “If you weren’t so damn good at it, maybe I wouldn’t have. Just get me up again.”
“Oh, romance me with sweet talk.” He teased, lowering his head again. He went to work cleaning me up, and I couldn’t get enough of the sight of that tongue ring, flashing in the light as it moved across my skin, and it really didn’t take long for that swirling warmth of arousal to start up in my stomach. He looked up at me, those big eyes looking far too innocent for what he was doing, and the oddest part was that it wasn’t put on. He really was that beautiful and pure. He smiled at me, an expression full of tenderness. “I’ve missed you. Four days is way too long.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, smiling at the way his eyes fluttered. He was like a puppy; I was scratching behind his ear just right. His thought on that was almost the same as mine. “Then stop going away.”
“But, the homecoming sex is just so good.” He winked at me.
I rolled my eyes. “What’re you doing down there anyway? I think you need to be up here for sex to happen…” His grin was far too mischievous, and the next thing I knew, he was pushing my knees up, spreading my legs, and 0h, god. Now, I’m well-aware of how needy I can get sometimes, so I prepped myself before Kevin got home, just so we wouldn’t have to take the time to do that once we were in the middle of everything and feeling all hot and impatient, and now I was seriously patting myself on the back for it, because his fingers were curling inside me and that tongue was rubbing up against my entrance, and I was panting and writhing and whimpering his name. It really was a little embarrassing how easily he could turn me into a complete mess without even really trying, and that silver stud pushing cool and sweet against my skin was making me jump off the bed, and there was no way I could let myself come again. “Kev!”
He knew the difference in the way I said it; I could tell by the way everything he was doing seemed to pause, and he looked up at me with this smile that reminded me why I loved him so much, and I held my arms out to him. He pushed himself up, sank into them so easily. He kissed the corner of my mouth, slipping his arms around me, and he pushed into me, his hands twined with mine over our heads. My legs curled over his hips, and we exchanged fleeting kisses, and part of me wanted to see how we looked together in these moments, because he was just so beautiful with his face flushed and his eyes shining and the “I love you”s that always seemed to be on his lips.
We rocked together slowly, softly, and it was so much like love-making, and I knew it would end up that way; it always does when I’m with Kevin, because loving is what he’s best at. I knew he was close when his mouth found mine again, his kiss turned sloppy and wonderful, and that damn ring slid against my tongue. I moaned, bit down gently on it, and he groaned, coming deep inside me, his body trembling. His hand curled around my length, and my hips rocked lazily into his grip as he stroked me, still kissing slowly, and I found my peak with a soft moan, clutching onto his shoulders.
We spent the next few hours lying there in each other’s arms, exchanging sweet kisses and talking in low voices. I never slept as well when he wasn’t there, so now that his arms were wrapped so tightly around me, my eyelids were drooping. I managed to murmur, “If you’re going to get piercings in random places every time you go on a business trip, maybe I won’t mind so much.”
He just laughed and reached over to turn off the light.