Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Christian
A quiet giggle wakes me up the next morning.
Early sunlight streams through the windows, flooding my irises. I blink up at the ceiling and realize that I'm still on the couch. So is everyone else.
Fuck, my neck hurts. How did I pass out sitting up like this? And when? Jesus, I'm starving. We didn't even eat dinner. What time is it—
A whimper pulls me from my groggy thoughts.
“Shh,” Logan hushes, followed by the sound of obvious kissing. Rolling my head to the side, I groan and wince through the pain in my lip when I see them making out.
“Do you really have to do that here?”
My voice startles Devon awake and I jump, because I didn't even notice his head was on my lap… right over my morning wood.
We both freeze.
Shit, fuck.
“Sorry,” Owen laughs, resting a hand on the leg Devon still has slung over his lap. “We should probably head to the room.”
Logan hums in agreement, but nobody makes any attempt to move.
Devon moves his head slightly, cheek rubbing along my length, and I quickly grip his hair to shove him off of me. At least, I intended to. Instead, I rock my hips a little.
Logan and Owen go back to kissing—those fuckers—right as Dev turns to look at me. Our gazes catch, and for a long moment, I can't seem to look away from his sleepy brown eyes. It's weird as shit. I can't believe he fell asleep on me last night.
The bruise on his temple looks rough. My thumb brushes it lightly, causing him to flinch, which only reminds me that his head is on my dick.
“Morning,” he rasps. Light catches on his piercings. “Someone’s boner is poking my leg.”
I tilt my head in confusion before Owen gasps. “Oops, sorry!”
With a grin, Devon lifts himself to a seated position next to me, and we watch my two roommates practically dry-hump each other. The sight does nothing to help the situation in my pants.
“Jesus, when did you get so horny?” Devon asks Logan, his voice gravely from sleep. And maybe from the bulge tenting the crotch of his jeans.
Logan pulls away from his boyfriend with a wet smack to glance over at us. “I've always been this way. Just didn't feel like I was allowed to be. Until… you know. Last year.”
“Right.” Dev looks away, but his palm covers his hard-on with a squeeze. Without thinking, I do the same to mine, and his eyes track the movement before lifting to my face.
We end up staring at each other as we slowly palm our dicks. I can already feel a spot of precum dampening my boxer briefs. Christ, what the fuck, man? What am I doing?
Dev must see the confusion on my face. “You like watching,” he says quietly, resting his head against the cushions with a swallow. “And you like being watched. No big deal.”
“Fuck off,” I mutter, even as my attention falls to where he's slowly unbuttoning his jeans. My heart rate kicks up a notch, then speeds to a gallop when Owen reaches over to help Devon pull down his zipper.
“Might as well get comfy,” Owen says with a shrug. Logan curses under his breath before diving in to nibble on his boyfriend's throat.
“Yeah? Is that what we should do, hot shot?” Devon's hand slowly slides beneath his waistband. “Want to get comfy with me?”
My cock throbs at the sound of that, the prospect of getting myself off while I…
watch him get himself off. And technically, my roommates, too?
God, this is weird. I mean, I used to share with Taylor all the time, but we never…
jerked off together. Even if I did listen to him do it on the other side of my bedroom wall.
But, fuck, this is Devon and Logan. My nerdy, polyamorous roommate and the asshole who stole my girlfriend. We were literally punching each other last night. God, I'm so fucking horny that I can't even think straight.
Logan comes up for air long enough to tug down Owen's pajama pants, and the minute I see his boyfriend's leaking dick, I can't take it anymore. Eager hands fumble at my jeans until my cock springs free.
Dev growls in approval as he does the same. “There we go, that's what I needed to see.”
His fucking monster cock slaps against his stomach, flushed and shiny. The barbell just below the head winks at me, I swear, and I grip myself hard.
“You're pierced?” Owen gasps, wide-eyed as he stares at Devon's dick. Logan does, too, and it pulses beneath the attention. An odd sinking feeling starts to churn in my stomach.
“Yeah, it's called a frenum piercing. Pretty sensitive.” As if to prove it, Dev thumbs the barbell, moving it left and right with a deep groan.
I jerk myself slowly while I watch, wanting to play with it myself. See what it feels like, if he could come just from fiddling with the thing. Is that even possible? Bet it is. Bet he'd come so hard from it.
“Fuck,” I mumble, rolling my palm over my slick tip with each stroke.
Devon's gaze darkens, and he starts to jerk himself with the same rhythm.
Our elbows bump together, my left arm and his right almost working in sync.
It feels so fucking good that I nearly shut my eyes, but I don't. They stay glued to his thick and veiny cock. Bet it feels so fuckin’ soft…
“Shit.” Halting my strokes, I reach down to squeeze my balls to keep myself from blowing early. Dev snickers at that, causing me to glare, which only makes him laugh harder. My lips twitch and try as I might to hold it in, a laugh bursts out of me, too.
But the smile drops from my face when Owen's hand lands on Devon's thigh. “You know,” he says slowly, writhing on his boyfriend's lap, “I've never sucked a pierced cock before.”
“Jesus,” Logan lets out a shuddering breath, his own dick peeking out between Owen's legs.
Dev lifts a brow. “Oh?”
“Yeah. I'd like to try it.” Owen licks his lips, all innocent, but I catch his smirk before he hides it. Conniving little shit.
Devon looks from him to Logan, who just swallows with a nod. Then he turns those whiskey eyes my way in question, almost like he's… asking for permission or some shit. Hope shines on his features. A wave of irritation takes me by surprise.
“I don't care what you do,” I snap, not really sure why I'm suddenly pissed. Maybe because I'm hungry. Probably. And horny.
Whatever light had been in Devon's eyes immediately winks out, confusing the fuck out of me when his expression falls flat. “Come here,” he murmurs, widening his thighs.
Owen scrambles off Logan’s lap, cute little dick still hard as hell. When he settles on his knees between Devon's legs, a fire ignites in my gut—but not the good kind. Something ugly burns inside my chest.
Dev grips his cock in one hand and Owen’s hair with the other, guiding the other man's open mouth over his tip. The moment Owen’s lips wrap around Devon’s shaft, an itch crawls under my skin so visceral that I jump from my seat to shake it off.
“Going back to bed,” I snap, storming toward my room with my junk still out. It's slowly deflating anyway, barely half a chub, but what the fuck ever. Those three can do whatever they want from now on and I'll just do my own thing. Alone, again.
Fucking Logan, man. A wife and a boyfriend aren’t enough? He has to steal my… uh, Devon.
I pause after shutting my door, brain lagging ten steps behind.
Well, shit, I don't know what Devon is to me exactly, but did Logan really need him, too? Greedy asshole. Save some for the rest of us, fucker. Christ.
Crossing over to my stereo beneath the window, I intend on blasting the loudest music known to man to drown out their fuck fest, but someone knocks before I can get it started.
“Christian, let me in,” Devon calls from the other side.
“Go get your dick sucked,” I bite out, scrolling through my playlist for some hard and heavy beats.
He lets out a muffled sigh. “Just let me in.”
“Why? Finished already?”
“Christian.”
“Need to work on your stamina, homie,” I snort, my thumb hovering over the play button.
Devon's silent for a long moment. I almost start to worry that he left when a thump hits the door. “Please, hot shot. I want to talk.”
Pfft. I roll my eyes, even as my chest loosens slightly. Still, I say nothing and wait for him to speak again.
“Hello? I know you can still hear me. Open up before I bust in the door. I'll do it, Christian, I'm serious.”
“It's unlocked, dumbass.”
A beat passes before he opens the door and shuts it softly behind him, but I don't turn around.
“Say what you need to say and then get out,” I bark as I start up Like A Villain by Bad Omens.
Not as loud as I intended, but at least it fills the space between us.
“Slept like shit on that couch and I'm tired.
And hungry. Matter of fact, why don't you make me some breakfast, since you currently live here rent-free—”
A hand lands on my shoulder and spins me around, cutting off my rant. My back hits the stereo, rattling the blinds. To my absolute shock, Devon immediately drops to his knees before taking my soft cock between his lips.
“Oh, fuck.” I grab onto his hair out of reflex while he grips my ass and sucks on my dick until it thickens.
“This what you wanted?” He pops off my length with one long lick. “My mouth on you instead?”
His lips kiss the side of my shaft, then my thighs, before caressing over my sac. When he pulls one gently into his mouth, I let out a groan, nearly blowing at the sight of him on his knees.
“So pretty, pastelito,” I murmur, cradling his face as he buries his nose in my groin. The last time I had him kneeling like this was last year on the tour. We'd snuck into a broken-down carnival ride after he'd lost a bet.
Devon's lids shudder, and a pink flush spreads on his cheeks. He can't even meet my gaze. My lips quirk at the knowledge that my praise makes him flustered. Ah, gotcha. So that's what makes this asshole tick.
“You're doing so good, baby,” I croon, hooking my thumbs into the corners of his mouth. Drool drips onto his chin. “Such a soft tongue. Can you hold still for me while I use it to come?”
He nods, eyes glazing over. I slide my cock all the way to the back of his throat, then out, lazily thrusting deep as my balls tap his chin.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I moan, keeping my movements slow. “Perfect fucking throat. Taking my cock so good like I knew you could.”
He only gags once. Just once, on my final thrust, and the constriction sends me over the edge. I pull out in time to come all over his face, painting his cheeks and lips in thick, white ropes. Once the orgasm ends, I sag against my speakers with a heaving chest.
Devon stays on his knees for a moment, watching me.
He swipes a finger through the mess I made, then pops it into his mouth, licking my cum before getting to his feet.
The boner he's sporting is hard to miss as it pokes out from his still unzipped jeans.
My mouth waters unexpectedly, but before I can even make a move, the asshole spins around and heads for the door.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I call out, brows slamming down.
“Got somewhere to be,” is all he says as he slips from the room without another word.
Over the music, I hear the bathroom door shut, followed by the shower starting a moment later.
I just stand there, stunned, because what the fuck? Did he seriously just… ice me out? After sucking me off? And why does that sting so bad? I'm the one who got to fucking come.
What is even going on?
A rustling draws my attention, and I look over to see my snake watching me with her big, beady eyes under the heat lamp. Tongue poking out and everything.
“Don't look at me like that,” I mutter, tucking my junk away. Embarrassed for reasons I can't explain. “He likes sucking dick, okay? Am I supposed to just say no?”
She doesn't answer—obviously—but I swear the expression on her little snake face gets more… judgemental. Maybe even disappointed.
And fuck me, if I'm not disappointed in myself, too.