Liar vs. Liar - 36. Partners

Chapter Thirty-Six – Partners

Cottontail still managed to act shy, even if he had Jamie assuring him over and over that it was his cock he wanted to suck, and no one else’s. It only challenged him to do better, go further, and even annoyed him enough to want to prove himself.

He would prove himself by showing what a great cocksucker he was. Jamie took pride in that. It was, after all, a skill he had cultivated over the years, from the moment he had understood how much he enjoyed giving others pleasure. It hit him just right, the way a guy would come undone under his ministrations, and knowing that it was his doing caused him a mental orgasm that he couldn’t explain to anyone, no matter how much he tried.

This was the same situation, but Jamie was even happier because Cottontail was the guy on the receiving end. Of all the guys he had blown in his life, this one deserved it the most. Because he wasn’t someone who only accepted the pleasure without thinking of giving something in return. As much as Jamie accepted that it was the most he could expect from people, secretly he had always hoped that he would find someone interested in reciprocating, and not only at a skin-deep level.

He reveled in the way Cottontail’s cock fit in his mouth. It was just right. The guy really had nothing to worry about in the size department or in any other silly aspect. Jamie used one hand to roll his partner’s ball sac slowly, to add to the sensations he hoped he was eliciting by using his mouth and tongue to give Cottontail a proper deepthroat. It actually helped that the bunny boy wasn’t impossibly big in the downstairs department. It made blowing him easier, and Jamie got off on how Cottontail sucked in a breath each time he went deep enough to feel his nose brushing against the trimmed bush his partner had left above his sex.

“Oh, fuck, you’re too good at this, Jamie,” Cottontail moaned.

Although he had challenged his bunny boy to be as verbal as he could manage, Jamie didn’t mind that he had made the guy go silent, lost in the sensations he was experiencing at the hands of his partner. Hearing him was even better, though; it gave him the proof he needed that he was doing a great job. Although he wouldn’t admit it for the world, he was a sucker for praise. If the praise came from Cottontail, he’d offer to suck the guy off ten times a day. After everything that had been happening lately, he needed the boost.

“How can you go so deep? Are you sure you’re not choking on my cock?”

To show that he was far from being in any such predicament, Jamie swallowed the cock in his mouth down to the hilt. He held it there and used all his talent to massage the thing with some throat action alone.

“Fuck, if you continue to do it like that,” Cottontail whimpered, “I’ll come down your throat… You’ll have to swallow it all, you know?”

There was nothing Jamie wanted more. He wanted his bunny boy to give in completely so Jamie could claim him as his own. What would he have to give in return? A mere blowjob didn’t seem like enough. For now, it would have to do, because it appeared that his partner didn’t have it in him to last very long at all.

It surprised him when Cottontail grabbed him by the head and began fucking his face. Assertiveness didn’t characterize the bunny boy in bed, although outside of it, he seemed to be doing just fine for himself. The change was welcome, especially since the action was quite forceful, giving Jamie the satisfaction he was aiming for.

“Can you take it? Can you?” Cottontail growled, as if he couldn’t believe this was his own doing and worried that he was going too far.

Nothing was farther from the truth. Jamie dug his fingers into his bunny boy’s hips to help him. His jaw hurt a little, but he welcomed that part, too. Cottontail held him tightly with his head buried in his crotch as he started coming. His words no longer made sense, only proving the effect Jamie could have on his partner. The slippery substance went down his throat, sliding so easily that his only regret was that he couldn’t taste it properly. Maybe another time he’d keep Cottontail at his place all night to tease him and taste him until he had his fill.

“I’m sorry,” Cottontail mumbled and pulled back with guilt written all over his face.

Jamie looked at him with a smug grin. “So, is this how you roll? It’s good to know. By the way, I think you fucked my throat raw.”

“I’m sorry,” Cottontail mumbled again.

Jamie got up and grabbed his partner by the back of his neck to pull him close. “Hey, I’m just teasing you. Didn’t I tell you to go crazy? I can’t be the guy who pretends to be disappointed when tI get exactly what I wanted.”

“But… don’t you feel used?” Cottontail stammered.

“Not in the least. Also, I’ll hold you to that promise you made, that you’ll blow me, too.”

“I want to blow you right now.”

The eyes looking at him from behind the mask were candid enough to be believable. Jamie huffed when a not-so-candid hand went for his crotch.

“I want your cum, Jamie,” Cottontail whispered without breaking eye contact and continuing to fondle Jamie through his jeans.

When he put it like that, his bunny boy was definitely driving a hard bargain. Jamie had to admit that there was only so much he could do to ignore his own erection.

“You’ll have to let me,” Cottontail insisted. “I want you to come down my throat, too.”

“Do you really need to ask for my permission? You were a lot bolder not that long ago,” Jamie said while tweaking Cottontail’s nose.

His instant reward was a smile and a kiss. It all happened very quickly, because the next thing he knew Cottontail was on his knees. He seemed bent on getting his way too, because he was quick to get Jamie’s cock out of his jeans and rub it all over his face. If he was looking for what someone addicted to his cock looked like, the perfect picture of that person was right there in front of him. The way his bunny boy moaned and closed his eyes while imprinting Jamie’s scent all over his face was unrivaled. No one had ever behaved so shamelessly, no matter how good and dirty the sex had gotten. There was something raw and impossible to describe in the way Cottontail got him all hot and bothered.

Jamie was damn certain that it wouldn’t even take much to make him come undone. While he had gotten busy blowing Cottontail only earlier, he’d been getting higher and higher too. His cock was now impossibly hard, and his bunny boy appeared bent on teasing him too.

“Do it like that some more and I might just blow all over your face,” he warned, his lips stretched into a big smile. “I know that you don’t mind that, but you just said that you wanted it down your throat.”

“No,” Cottontail said stubbornly, “I think I changed my mind. I want it on my tongue.”

Jamie groaned and closed his eyes. It was too damn easy to picture Cottontail at his feet, his tongue stuck out, coated with jizz. Would it be hard to convince his partner to play with the cum in his mouth for a while only to provide Jamie with some jerk-off material for later?

“Then why don’t you start working hard to get it?” he said, smirking and caressing Cottontail’s hair. “Just so you know, I want to test your tolerance to my cum. Show it to me before you swallow. And play with it a bit, just for my sake.”

***

Dammit, Jamie, I just came, he wanted to growl at the other, as his host continued his dirty talk, oblivious to what his words aroused in the guy kneeling before him. Hearst wanted to do everything he was being told and even more. With Jamie, he wanted to go all the way, and not only sexually, although that seemed to be the only thing on the table right now. When would the tattooed bad boy get bored with the insignificant guy dressed up as a rabbit and move on? As long as they maintained this relationship, Hearst would try to get out of it as much as he could. It was up to his skill to make it last as long as possible.

And right now, it had something to do with his ability to offer an above-par performance with his mouth. Doubt kept creeping in, and it wasn’t a good companion. As much as he tried to tell himself that Jamie considered him special – he’d even said that they were partners – he couldn’t help thinking of all the other guys that had come before him.

“Hey,” Jamie asked him gently, “what’s wrong?”

He shook his head and returned to swallowing Jamie’s cock to the best of his abilities. Hadn’t his life had been about this all the freaking time? He needed to try his hardest to get a passing grade. That was why he was doing so badly in school. Even if he pored over those textbooks for hours, he would never be more than average. And average was a bad, bad thing in his family. A dirty word, even. It explained why Wen preferred to remain unemployed than get an average position at an average publication. Heaven forbid someone mentioned the word ‘small’; there was no room for small things in their lives.

But this he could do if he put his mind to it. Jamie was hard in his mouth, and there were no signs of that going away even if he did a subpar job.

“Yeah, work that cock, babe,” Jamie encouraged him. “I’ll give you a nice reward for doing a good job.” The words were meant as a joke, but they didn’t sound like one. Hearst really wanted to impress Jamie and get his reward, even if his prize would most likely be a mouth full of cum.

He was moving his head and hands at the same time. Because Jamie was so big, it was impossible for him to really perform the gargantuan task of swallowing the thing to the hilt. Not that his partner seemed bothered in the least by the fact that he needed extra help to get the job done. No, Jamie was caressing his head and praising him, his whispers loaded with new meaning. It was more than just sex.

Deluding himself was a dangerous thing, but there was no one here to serve as a judgmental audience. For that reason, he could let go, and let go he did. He went at it even harder than before, slurping and making all sorts of obscene sounds because he thought Jamie would appreciate it. Indeed, his partner was getting louder and his words dirtier now that Hearst no longer cared about boundaries and such.

“Damn, take it,” Jamie whispered. “You naughty thing, show me your tongue.”

Hearst tipped his head back and opened his mouth wide. Jamie steadied him by placing one hand on his forehead and locking eyes with him. There was no flinching involved as fresh jizz shot into his mouth, coating his tongue. He moved it around slowly, playing with it, enjoying the expression of exhausted bliss in Jamie’s eyes. While he was at it, he took his time, and not for one moment did Jamie looked away.

That really did make him feel like they were partners. Despite the mask, this was a moment of honest intimacy that no one could take away from them.

Or he was reading too much into little things like coming in a guy’s mouth, and because he wasn’t used to them, he idealized them in a purely romantic fashion. Since he was as far as he could be from a romantic and an idealist, he needed to monitor himself and keep himself in check.

“Well, now that we’ve gotten this out of the way,” he said energetically as he pushed himself up, “we should start working on repairing your reputation, Jamie.”

“What’s the rush?” Jamie caught him and pulled him close in a hug. He even kissed him and caressed his cheeks, which made it hard to keep things tidy and professional.

“With every moment that passes, you’re getting like twelve dislikes or something,” he said promptly. He had no idea if that was true, but the number of dislikes per unit of time had to be a compelling argument to break the magic of the moment in favor of harsh reality.

Those scumbags at LiveFeed were going at Jamie hard, and they were having too much fun doing so. Fun was earned, especially when directed at other people, as Hearst knew all too well. But they were the guys with the power and the money, so a direct head-on approach, as Jamie probably envisioned, would not get them far. There was also the suspicion that the NDAs Jamie must have signed could make the situation difficult for the young rock star in the making to fight back. Those weasels were built like that and they knew it.

“Hmm, twelve dislikes doesn’t sound that bad,” Jamie purred while holding Hearst tightly to his chest. “I’d rather stay like this than fight those windmills.”

“Windmills, yes. I’m glad to see that you’re a realist. If you’re planning on marching against them with your sword drawn, you won’t get far.”

“I suspected as much, although a man has the right to dream about punching assholes in the face,” Jamie countered with a sigh.

“In your case that’s more than just dreaming, and people know it. You don’t want them to typecast you as the guy who punches people.”

“No. Definitely not. But I also don’t want them to typecast me as the guy who can’t play the drums for shit.”

“How fast can you put together a live performance? That club, where you performed before--”

“I’ll talk to Melinda. Although the people who go there are not necessarily the same people who watch that stupid LiveFeed show.”

“I know. But everyone with a smartphone can be turned into an agent able to promote you,” Hearst said. “This is what I have in mind. It has to be a performance that showcases your skills and is also in line with the profile of the show. In other words, it has to be flashy.”

Jamie seemed to ponder. “How exactly do I do that? And I have to remind you that the club is not my personal venue. I can’t ask Melinda to turn the place into some gaudy reality TV set only because I fucked up.”

“You didn’t fuck up. They did. Can I talk to your Melinda? I’ll ask her a few things and based on her replies I’ll know if what I have in mind is doable or not.”

“Can I listen in? Or do you plan on surprising me?”

“I’ll surprise you with other things. This is serious business.”

Jamie caressed his hair slowly and pushed him slightly away to look at him. “Surprise me by taking off your mask one day.”

“Sure, one day,” Hearst hurried to agree, although he didn’t know how much weight Jamie could put in a promise like that.

***

Jamie smiled as Melinda cheerfully agreed to have a chat with his chief strategist.

“Just one question before you get him on the phone. Are you sleeping with him?”

“You, ladies, are a bit too curious about a gay guy’s sleeping habits,” Jamie retorted.

“Who else has asked you the same thing? By the way, your deflection makes me think that the answer is ‘yes’.”

“Janet at work. She’s mad about you. Can she come see you perform?”

“The door is open. But I’ll make you an even better proposition. Bring her to me so I can meet her. She’s the gal who knows the history of rock ’n’ roll by heart, right?”

“That’s her.”

“Awesome. I can barely wait to perform for her.”

“I thought you weren’t in this for the fame, my dear artist,” Jamie teased his friend.

“True fans are a different thing. I’d rather play music for one true fan than a million people who have no interest in what I’m doing.”

“Good point. When I grow up, I want to be just like you.”

“If you ever want to grow up, let me know. Growing pains are real.”

“If you say so, it has to be true,” Jamie replied. “Now let me get the chief strategist on the phone. Treat him gently. I really like this guy.”

“Then he must be one hell of a guy,” Melinda said, laughing. “However, if he proves to be too wacky for my taste, I’ll tell him off. No hard feelings, okay?”

“Not a single one. Something tells me you’ll like him.”

“Okay, what’s he called?” Melinda asked.

That gave Jamie pause. How could he explain to his friend that he had no idea what the name of his partner was?

“Ah, he’s here,” he said as he waved for his bunny boy to come closer as soon as he noticed him coming out of the bathroom. “He’ll tell you himself.” He offered Cottontail the phone. Yep, this was a good trap. Surely, his bunny boy couldn’t just tell Melinda to call him Cottontail. Although, even if his behavior was that of an eccentric character, the bunny boy gave off the vibes of someone who cared about what other people thought of him.

The bunny boy took the phone from his hand. “Hello, Melinda. It is nice to meet you,” he said politely, in the stiff way he had used with Jamie in the beginning. “Of course. You can call me John.”

Jamie rolled his eyes. John. Of course, Cottontail would give Melinda a fake name, and he’d opt for the most common male name in existence. He was nowhere close to uncovering his partner’s identity.

TBC