He slid across the back seat, closing the distance between them, and slipped his hand into Xavier’s pants, fingers tracing the hard lines and soft curves he found there.

“Oh, yes,” Xavier moaned. “I mean, no, you shouldn’t do that.” He didn’t make a move to stop Justin, though.

“Just relax, you need this,” Justin said, working his hand into Xavier’s underwear. The vampire’s cock was just as cold as the rest of him, but Justin didn’t care. He shoved down the front of Xavier’s briefs, stroking the velvet soft shaft as he leaned over and took the head into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck...” Xavier shuddered beneath him, elegant fingers sliding through Justin’s hair, cradling the back of his head, as he sucked and licked, his head bobbing up and down in Xavier’s lap. Justin had always enjoyed giving blowjobs, if the guy was nice about it and didn’t try to take control. There was nothing he hated more than having his head grabbed and a cock shoved down his throat. Fortunately, Xavier wasn’t one of those guys. He lay back against the plush seat, gasping and moaning, his hips rocking just a little as shudders of pleasure wracked his long, lean body.

Now, Justin didn’t consider himself a whore, by any means, but he’d given his fair share of head over the years, with a one hundred percent success rate. Until now. His neck and jaw began to ache, his lips and tongue tiring, and still Xavier gave no sign that he was close to coming. He was hard as stone, moaning and writhing in obvious pleasure, but the quickening of breath, the tensing of muscles just wasn’t happening. Finally, Justin sat up, gasping and working his mouth in an attempt to loosen his cramping muscles.

“Gimme a minute,” he said. “I must be losing my touch. Most guys would be done by now.”

Xavier chuckled. “It’s not you, it’s me. You can suck ‘til the sun comes up, but nothing is going to happen. It’s a vampire thing.”

“Seriously? You can’t orgasm? Or just not like this?”

“The only way a vampire can come is with their teeth sunk into someone’s flesh,” Xavier said. “It’s why I don’t have sex.”

Justin reached up and touched the wounds on his neck. They were a little swollen and sore, but nothing a dab of antibiotic ointment and a bandaid wouldn’t …