Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Christian
The rest of the night seems to crawl by in a blur.
After the very harsh—and very deserved—dressing down I’d gotten from my brother, I dumped out the vodka bottle and rejoined the party. Not that I was in the mood.
Seeing the fear and disappointment I'd put on my baby brother's face will forever haunt me, but it's not Marisol's fault that I screwed up.
She doesn't deserve shit to go down on her special day, so I show up the rest of the night.
I plaster a smile on my face, rough-house with my cousins, take family photos.
I even laugh when my mom sends Tay and Huck home with nearly a truckload of leftovers.
But my eyes keep drifting toward Devon.
He's not hard to spot. The guy sticks out in a way that has nothing to do with how tall he is or his clothes.
He spends the rest of the party hovering in the shadows, only half present.
When someone pulls him into a conversation, he's polite and responsive, but then he retreats again, like he's not sure if he belongs here.
Every time our gazes almost meet, he looks away first.
It shouldn't bother me as much as it does. I mean, Carlos won't look at or speak to me, either, but I deserve that. I'm really fucking bothered by the cold shoulder from Devon. Which is why I'm more than happy to leave when the night finally winds down.
After helping with the cleanup and sending everyone on their way, Devon and I climb into my Bronco, exhausted.
It's long past midnight, and I'm fucking drained—not only from driving for thirteen hours but also spending so much time with my family. To be honest, my body craves a few shots and a day’s worth of sleep right about now, but after seeing Carlos nearly in tears, I should probably dry out for a while.
The drive back to the city is long. Dev spends it looking out the window as the radio fills the silence, one song bleeding into the next. It isn't until we walk into my silent apartment that he finally speaks.
“Tonight was fun.”
I shrug out of my suit jacket, forcing a grin. “Yeah. We Totillos know how to have a good time.”
He's quiet for a moment. “That shit with your brother, though… Everything cool?”
Stiffening, I automatically prepare to brush him off, but the memory of him running around with my cousins earlier forces me to relax.
He's got depth, Arya had said. So maybe I can trust him a little.
“It's… not good. But it's not bad. I knew you fuckers were listening at the door.”
“We were worried,” he mumbles, then corrects himself when I raise a brow. “I mean, Taylor was worried. About you. He seemed upset that he didn't know what was happening.”
A heavy breath leaves my nostrils. Great.
So I upset both my brother and my best friend in the same damn night.
“Growing up, Tay had things pretty shitty.
He had a lot to deal with, and my home was his safe space by the time we became teens.
Dad was gone by then, so telling him about it didn't really matter.”
Though, to be fair, I didn't know how shitty his homelife was until his dad almost killed him our senior year. Tay masked his bruises by starting fights with Huck.
Devon watches me lift my foot onto the coffee table to untie my boot. “Look, I'm not exactly an expert on friendship or whatever, but isn't telling each other important things how it works?”
“It's not,” I snap before checking my tone. “Important, I mean. I'm handling it. I've been handling it.”
“Yeah? With vodka?”
“I'm done with this conversation.”
He huffs dryly. “Okay, hot shot. You keep on handling it.”
A spark of anger ignites as I kick off my shoes. “You really want to talk about this shit after the situation I found you in? Twice? Needing bailed out of jail and getting your ass kicked?”
“This isn't about me,” he fires back. “We all know I'm a piece of shit, Christian. But from what I saw tonight, you ain't like that.”
“You didn't see shit. And for the record, being a piece of shit is a choice you can stop at any time.”
He groans and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. “I'm not gonna fight. Just tell me what you need, other than drinking. How do you usually blow off steam?”
A humorless laugh bubbles out of my lungs. “Well, you're out of luck, motherfucker, because I only let loose by fighting or fucking.”
“Then fuck me.”
I go completely still, unsure if I heard him right. “What did you just say?”
“Fuck me,” Dev repeats, stalking closer. “You need to relieve some stress, and I'm willing. We live together. Why not?”
“Why not?” I scoff, even as my cock starts to perk up. “I can think of like a hundred reasons.”
“Such as?”
About a billion excuses sit on my tongue, but with each step Devon takes, he chases another one away. My leather jacket slides to the carpet as he tugs off his shirt.
“Come on, hot shot.” His palms find my chest, fingers going for the buttons on my dress shirt. When he presses his lips against my throat, every blood cell left in my brain shoots south. “You had a hard day. Let me make it better.”
“Fuck.” My hands fall to his waist when I tilt my head to give him better access. Each brush of his knuckles on my sternum sends shivers down my spine until the shirt finally falls from my shoulders. “We… probably shouldn't. All the shit that's happened between us, you know?”
Dev continues to lick and suck on my neck as he wraps my tie around his fist. “You need it. I need it. Let's not be Devon and Christian tonight. We're just two guys looking to scratch an itch.”
“Yeah?” A groan slips free when he dips his fingertips behind the waistband of my pants. “You want to get fucked by me?”
Dios mio, am I really considering this? Am I that hard up right now that I'm willing to fuck not only a guy, but Devon? I mean, he's sucked my cock and I've sucked his. Kind of. But this is… a whole other level of batshit insane.
“What, it's hard to believe?” He laughs, reaching down to cup my hard-on. “Looks like you're pretty into the idea.”
“Obviously, I'm into it, fool, it's sex. I fucking love sex, but is it a good idea for us?”
That makes him pause. He leans back slightly to look at me, brows furrowed. “Why wouldn't it be?”
His body is still pressed to mine, and I roll my hips despite myself. The drag of his cock against my thigh banishes the apprehension, even though I know it was probably for good reason. Fuck if I can remember why though.
Instead, I just say the first thing that pops into my head. “Don't you need to, like… get ready?”
“What?”
“Like…” My hands smooth down his back to grip his ass cheeks against my will. Swear those fuckers have a mind of their own. “Prep, or whatever? Clean out?”
Devon stares at me lengthily, his eyes widening until he throws his head back to laugh. “I haven't eaten all day. Or yesterday, now that I think about it.”
“Are you for real?” Gripping his shoulders, I gape at him in horror. “You left my mother's house hungry? Fuck, don't ever tell her. She'll never let me hear the end of it.”
His grin turns soft, making my heart do all kinds of weird shit when he uses his grip on my tie to tug me into my room. “You can feed me later. Right now, the only thing I want to eat is your cock.”
“Seriously, it's like a major sin to have an empty stomach in her eyes. She'll think I'm abusing you!”
“Why don't you abuse my ass instead?” With that, he shoves me onto my bed before crawling onto my lap. “And maybe stop talking about your mom? I'm into a lot of kinks, but that's not one of them.”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” I grab his waist and flip us around so that I'm the one on top. It makes him laugh again, a sound I'm beginning to enjoy way too much.
“Go ahead then. Shut me up.”
The challenge in his features sends a wave of heat coursing through my veins. Single handedly undoing my pants, I scoot up his chest and pull myself out. “This what you want, pastelito? Something to fill you up?”
He parts his lips to respond, but I shove my cock to the back of his throat before he can speak. The feel of him gagging around it nearly makes my eyes cross, especially when he grips my hips to swallow me deeper.
“Fuck, that's right. Get me all wet, baby.”
As Devon swallows my shaft, I lean over to open my nightstand drawer. The moment I toss down a small bottle of lube and a condom, he pops off my cock with a chuckle.
“Always prepared to fuck an ass, are we?”
“Lube’s not just for asses,” I snort, getting to my feet. “You can use it for a lot of fun things.”
He watches me slide my pants off with a raised brow. “Oh yeah? Enlighten me.”
“Jerking off, for one. Titty fucking, for two.”
“Nice,” he grins, wiggling out of his own jeans. “Makes for good frottage as well.”
I swear my cock hardens even more when I see his pierced monster spring free. “What the fuck is frottage?”
A cocky smirk curls his lips when he grabs the bottle and leans back. “Come here, hot shot. Let me show you.”
Curious—and super turned on—I crawl back onto the bed to straddle his thighs. He pours a healthy amount of the gel into his palm, then wraps it around both our lengths.
“Holy shit,” I moan, thrusting into his fist as our cocks slide together. “Goddamn.”
“This is frotting,” he says thickly, studying my features while he strokes us both to high fucking heaven. “Probably one of my most favorite things to do.”
“Fuck.”
His piercing catches against my tip. We’re different sizes, but it’s no less erotic to watch. Each slick pass of his hand has me leaning forward until our foreheads rest together. The entire time, his eyes never leave my face.
When he speaks again, his hot breath tickles my lips. “Feel good?”
“Jesus,” I whisper, tearing my gaze away from our dicks to look at him. An overwhelming urge to press my lips against his has me rearing back. “I need to get inside you.”
“How do you want me, hot shot? On my back or hands and knees?”
A shiver rolls through me, and I have to grab his wrist to stop his movements before I embarrass myself. “Face down, ass up.”
Devon huffs a quiet laugh, releasing his grip. When I move down the bed to make room, he gives me what I want by rolling over with his legs spread. Instead of eyeing his asshole, though, my gaze snags on the name inked over his left buttcheek.
Xed was here.
“What the fuck?” I growl.
He glances over his shoulder, and when he follows my line of sight, a choked laugh bursts out of him. “Shit. I forgot about that.”
“When did you get this, motherfucker?”
“Vegas,” he chuckles. “Matty's bachelor party. I don't even remember it, we were, uh… really fucked up.”
Muttering under my breath, I rise from the bed to grab a marker off my desk, then bite the cap off and scratch out Xed’s name.
Dev squirms, watching me over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Fixing this shit. First, Salem brands Arya. Then, Xed brands you. One of these days, I'm gonna make a permanent mark on one of you.”
Once I'm finished, I set the marker down to admire my name on Devon's ass. Satisfied, I finally redirect my attention to his beautiful hole, and a whimper nearly leaves my lungs. “Fucking hell, baby, you look good.”
Stroking my slick cock with one hand, I use the other to spread him even wider. The sight of his pink pucker fluttering has me so eager to get inside it that I almost forget to slow down. “Hang on. Let me get you ready.”
Dev pulls away suddenly before I can even get my fingers in him. “No. No prep.”
I freeze instantly, my eyes flying to his face.
A red flush covers his neck, and he shrugs, dropping his head forward. “I… don't like it. The prepping part. Just stick it in, I'm good.”
“Dev.” I lean forward to gently grab his jaw so that I can see his expression. “Prep is like, necessary for anal. I could hurt you.”
“I'm good, I promise,” he repeats, covering my hand with his own. “Lots of lube is fine. I've done this before. I just don't like… fingers. In me.”
Something in the way he says those words damn near rips my chest open. A question forms on my tongue, fucking burns in my throat, but the pleading way he's looking at me tells me that he doesn't want to bring it up. Not now.
So instead, I nod slowly. “You'll tell me if I hurt you?”
“Yeah.” A relieved smile blooms on his lips.
“Swear it? I'm serious. I'll go slow, but jamming things up there without stretching is dangerous.”
“I swear, hot shot,” he laughs, wiggling his ass against me. “I'll say something if it's too much, but I actually like the way it feels.”
“Sounds unhealthy,” I grumble, straightening again. Of course, my cock is still hard because that fucker doesn't know how to read a room.
“We all have our kinks. You like listening to your roommates fuck, I like sex with no prep. It's not as weird as it seems.”
Yeah, maybe, but something tells me there’s so much more to it. Regardless, I reach for the condom to roll it on. Then I swear I use nearly half the bottle of lube slicking up my cock before drizzling some down his crack.
“Okay. I'm gonna go slow,” I murmur again, notching my cockhead at his entrance.
“I'm ready. You don't have to be gentle.”
Too fucking bad, I think as I start to ease inside him. There's a lot of lube, like a lot. Maybe I went overboard, but I don't even care. It seems to be doing its job, anyway, because there isn't much resistance.
He groans deeply, the sound vibrating my balls, and I glance toward his face. “You good?”
“Yeah. So fucking good.”
It only takes a few more light thrusts before I'm seated fully inside his stretched-out hole. “Goddamn, baby.”
He clamps around me like a vice, squeezing the hell out of my shaft. It feels incredible. Wet, and warm, and—
“So fucking tight,” I grit through my teeth, slowly pulling out to thrust in again. The obscene squelch only serves to make me harder. I don't even know how that's possible.
Dev moans deeply as he pushes his ass back to chase my hips. “Don't hold back. Give it to me.”
“Just a bit longer. Wanna make sure you're loose enough.” I bite back a smile when he curses in protest, but I continue softly working him open until I’m sure he won’t get hurt.
Then I pour some more lube down his crack for extra measure before grabbing onto his hips.
“Okay. Brace yourself, pastelito, because I'm about to pound you into this mattress.”
The snort that leaves his throat morphs into a grunt at the first slap of my thighs against his.
And just like I promised, I let myself go fucking feral.