41. Chapter 41
Chapter forty-one
Ozzy
Of all his hookups and other relationships, Evander held a special place. He always had, and for too many reasons to enumerate. Evander had been there for him when they were young. He was by far Ozzy’s longest relationship, taken altogether, so they had the most memories. They had bonds as part of Pine Point Fixer-Uppers, with all the social interactions that came from a big friend group like that.
His cock wasn’t as high on the list as any of that, but it was on the list. Ozzy had never found someone whose cock felt so good as it slid inside of him. There was something to be said for experience. Evander knew from practice—a lot of practice—how Ozzy liked to be fucked. But even in their first, fumbling attempts at sex, when neither of them could last longer than a minute, there had been something about the way Evander moved that drove Ozzy into an absolute hazy mess of ecstasy.
That held true into the modern day. Ozzy’s ass throbbed from the spanking and his hips ground forward into the pillow without any conscious effort. Even when he realized it, he didn’t stop it. When he pushed forward, his cockhead rubbed against the smooth material. When he backed his hips up, it drove Evander deeper into him, rubbing against his prostate and exploding him into a million pieces in a fraction of a second before he crashed back to reality, only to start the cycle all over again.
The two of them moved in that unspoken rhythm. Evander’s fingers raked across Ozzy’s back, leaving hot trails in the wake of his nails. Sweat beaded and dripped from Ozzy. Down his ribs, along the bridge of his nose, down from his hair as it cascaded over his neck and shoulders. Each shuddering breath he drew tasted of mint and musk and man . Evander was no longer spanking him, but the sound of skin slapping against his ass filled the room all the same. Each thrust inward rocked Ozzy’s body and he curled his fingers into the sheets.
They could have sex and just be friends. In theory. Never tried it in practice. But this…wasn’t that. This was the sort of desperate, comingled passion that spoke to their connection. Their togetherness. Their belonging. This was the kind of fucking that never came from anything less than…being a couple. He couldn’t even think “the L word.” It wasn’t time for that, even as the truth of it radiated through his bones, driven deeper every time Evander impacted him, borne out with each drop of sweat and gasping breath that passed from his body.
Evander sped up. The sensations moved almost to pain, riding that edge between agony and ecstasy. Ozzy dug a hand underneath himself and grabbed his cock, stroking furiously as Evander got closer…closer…he’d always sped up just before—
Sudden emptiness. It took Ozzy a moment to piece together what had actually happened. Evander had pulled out. Ozzy could hear him stroking himself, but he couldn’t turn over in time to watch. His own body focused on his shaft and the sudden aching void Evander had left behind…then on the spray of heat across his lower back and his ass cheeks as Evander’s panting turned to groaning turned to choked off whimpers.
The cumshot pushed Ozzy over the edge. His vision fuzzed on the edges as his belly tensed, balls pulled higher. He was already slick with precum, but more poured out from his tip. His cock pulsed and he lost all conscious thought. His existence began and ended with his pulsating shaft. He shot off twice, three times, four, five before he finally calmed, could finally catch a proper breath again.
“Fuck me.” He flopped his head down against the pillow and tried to pull himself together, stop the vibrations in his muscles long enough to be a functional human being again.
“Already did, but we can go again.” Evander rubbed gently up and down his back, grazing soft touches along Ozzy’s butt. “You good?”
It was a little more loaded question than it seemed, but Ozzy picked up the meaning. “I’m good. You’ve got a hell of an arm on you, though. Probably avoid doing that until I’m through the bulk of the next job, too.” He finally managed to get his body to cooperate and pushed himself up to sitting. He cringed as he looked at the cum-stained pillow he’d had under his hips and made a mental note to leave a big tip for housekeeping.
Ev’s forehead was wrinkled with worry. “So you’re saying this isn’t over?”
Ozzy breathed deeply, then shook his head. “I thought you were smart. Of course it’s not over.”
Ev nodded and leaned into him, and the two of them fell backward together onto the bed. He whispered to Ozzy, “What if we start to get too toxic or too angry again?”
Ozzy ran his fingers through Evander’s sweat-soaked hair, pushing it away from his face and smoothing it back. “We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. But for me, I think I was in a lot worse mood apart from you than I was with you. Than I am with you.” It wasn’t a solution, and it wasn’t a guarantee. They’d had these moments of euphoria all throughout their relationship before and they hadn’t been enough, hadn’t prevented the fighting and the breakups.
But that night, it wasn’t the time for that talk. They could just enjoy each other’s company and hope for the best.
Practicality didn’t need to share the bed with them.