22. CJ #2
“We spend most nights at your place or mine, and you really thought—” Evan stopped mid-thought and shook his head. “I’m not sleeping in a different bed from my boyfriend.” Evan grabbed his bag from where he’d dropped it and tipped his head toward the stairs. “So, upstairs?”
CJ pushed off the wall, heart pounding. “Upstairs.”
The first full day began early, and CJ woke slowly to the first rays of sunlight pouring through the blinds they’d forgotten to close.
Chilly mountain air slipped through an open window, and awareness returned in pieces as he buried deeper under the blankets.
Evan’s arm was draped heavy and warm across his waist, and a lingering ache in his muscles made him hiss softly when he shifted.
Every part of his body felt used in the best way, and even the smallest movement came with a reminder of the night before. He shifted again and winced faintly before a grin tugged at his mouth.
“Worth it,” he murmured.
A low, sleepy sound rumbled in Evan’s chest, and his arm tightened around CJ, pulling him closer in a quiet possessive gesture that had heat pooling in CJ’s groin. CJ turned his head slowly and found Evan still asleep, face relaxed and hair a mess, and CJ let himself stare for a minute.
Evan looked lighter somehow, unguarded in a way he wasn’t anywhere else.
Evan’s lashes were long on his cheekbones, and his mouth was just barely open as he breathed slow and evenly.
The tension that lived in his shoulders slipped away in sleep, leaving behind an older version of the boy CJ had fallen in love with years ago.
CJ traced the lines of Evan’s face with his eyes, cataloging the details he already knew but somehow still needed to relearn.
He reached out and traced the line of Evan’s jaw, the stubble rasping against his fingertips. Evan’s eyes fluttered open, and for a second, his gaze was unfocused. When it cleared, he was looking at CJ, and a sleepy smile spread across his face.
“Morning,” Evan murmured. His voice was low and gravelly, and CJ tried to contain a shiver.
“Morning,” CJ replied, his own voice softer than he intended.
He leaned in and captured Evan’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss that Evan yielded to.
Then Evan shifted and deepened the kiss in a slow, familiar rhythm CJ knew instinctively, even as it felt new.
The kiss deepened, and CJ slid his hand over the firm plane of Evan’s chest to rest on his stomach.
Beneath his touch, Evan’s muscles quivered and their mouths became more demanding and frantic.
CJ’s hand drifted lower and his fingers tangled in the coarse hair at the base of Evan’s cock.
He felt him twitch and harden at the contact.
Evan groaned into CJ’s mouth, then rolled him onto his back, the sheets tangling around their legs as Evan settled over him. Evan propped himself up on an elbow and his other hand traced the line of CJ’s collarbone. His thumb brushed over a nipple, causing it to pucker into a hard bead.
“God, I’ve missed this,” Evan murmured. His voice was thick with emotion. “Missed you.”
The words were raw, and CJ’s heart clenched in response.
He cupped the back of Evan’s neck and pulled him down for another kiss, this one deeper, more urgent.
Evan’s mouth left CJ’s and trailed a hot, wet path down his neck, across his chest before he stopped to lavish attention on each nipple.
He sucked and nibbled until CJ arched off the bed and soft moans and gasps poured from his mouth.
Evan’s hands were everywhere. They skimmed over CJ’s ribs and gripped CJ’s hips hard enough to leave bruises.
CJ didn’t care. He wanted the proof of this moment.
CJ reached for Evan, but Evan caught his hands and laced their fingers together, then pinned them to the mattress on either side of CJ’s head.
“No,” Evan said, his voice a low command. “Just let me. Just feel.”
CJ nodded and surrendered to the absolute torture of Evan’s mouth moving lower, over the taut muscles of his stomach, until he reached the hard, throbbing length of his cock.
Evan’s tongue flicked out for a teasing touch against the head, and CJ’s hips bucked.
Evan released his hands and held him down with one strong arm as he took CJ into his mouth in a slow, deliberate engulfing that stole the air from CJ’s lungs.
Evan’s tongue swirled around the head of CJ’s cock, then he took him deeper, and the wet, hot heat of his mouth was a shocking, overwhelming pleasure.
CJ’s hands twisted in the sheets as Evan set a maddening rhythm, bobbing his head and taking CJ deep before he pulled back until just the tip of CJ’s cock was between his lips.
“Evan, please,” CJ gasped just as Evan did something wicked and clever with his tongue that had a string of incoherent begging falling from his lips. “Oh my God, don’t stop.”
Evan hummed, and the vibration sent a jolt through CJ’s entire body.
CJ could feel the pressure building in his groin and it threatened to unravel him completely.
Evan must have felt it too because he increased the pace, demanded more, and then took CJ right to the edge and pushed him over.
CJ came hard with a hoarse cry and his body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over him.
Evan swallowed and his mouth continued to work CJ through his release until he was spent, limp, and boneless against the sheets.