Chapter 22
August
August was expecting a call or text from Quinn the following week, but he wasn’t prepared to open his front door and find the man standing outside, red-cheeked and frowning at him like he’d done something wrong.
“Quinn?”
Quinn said nothing as he placed his hands on August’s chest and pushed him into the house. “Bedroom?”
It was eight in the morning, and August had an interview and a team photoshoot that he had to get ready for, but—
“Yeah, bedroom.” August wrapped an arm around Quinn’s waist and spun them, nearly walking into Niko, who had been heading to the living room with a protein bar hanging from his mouth and a bowl of cereal in his hands.
There was a short span of shared, awkward eye contact before Niko ducked his head and scurried away, his skin flushed from the ears down.
“I have thirty minutes before he starts yelling up the stairs for me to get dressed,” August muttered, checking with Quinn to see if that was okay.
“That’s more than enough.” Quinn removed his shoes and took August’s wrist, dragging him upstairs along with him.
August had to direct them once they were on the top floor because the master bedroom was tucked around a corner, but the second they were alone with the door shut, Quinn began to strip. He quickly followed his example, taking his clothes off while grinning like the fool he was.
“In a hurry, are we?”
He didn’t know what it meant when Quinn’s frown turned more severe, but August held back his comments and waited, taking his time to enjoy the view of so much pale skin on display.
“Look, I’m a busy man,” said Quinn. He stalked toward August, corralling him to the bed with singular focus.
“I’m a full-time student, weeks away from getting my Master’s degree in fine arts, after which, I can move on to work at an art museum.
I’m a part-time nanny to two very hyper six-year-olds who only have one parent, who has a very busy job, as you know. ”
August smirked and dropped onto the bed, moving further toward the middle as Quinn continued to follow him.
“These hookups are like my nail appointment or maintenance on my car. Something I could do myself, but it’s easier to have someone else help me out with it.”
Quinn’s words were standoffish and brash, but August was so fucked in the head that he found it adorable. He must have shown too much on his face, because Quinn tossed the condom he had been holding at him, laughing unamused.
“So, put the fucking condom on and maintenance me, August. I have to be somewhere in an hour.”
School. Kids. Going to the rink to meet up with Eren.
None of it mattered to August since Quinn was here with him now.
He had no reason to feel smug, but he couldn’t help it.
Jett told him to let himself experience the feelings, and things were already getting out of hand because his heart was racing, and Quinn’s lips were looking so kissable…
“I hear the message loud and clear, Harlow,” August said, dragging Quinn closer so he could pick him up and settle him over his thighs. “Are you ready for me, or do you need help?”
August ignored Quinn’s mouth and trailed kisses to his ear, kissing under it before catching the lobe between his teeth. One hand moved from Quinn’s waist and slid down his back, over his perfectly round ass to slip between his cheeks, where Quinn was already wet and soft.
August applied the barest amount of pressure, and his finger easily slid inside, drawing a gasp from the man kneeling over him as he curled it to press against his prostate. Quinn’s hands flew to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin hard enough to sting, and he hissed a curse.
“You really are in a hurry,” said August, huffing a laugh. “It’s—”
Quinn gripped August by the jaw and pushed him back, forcing their eyes to meet. “Did you miss the part where I said put the condom on and fuck me?”
August had a snarky comeback—he totally did—but then Quinn’s mouth crashed onto his, and all of his thought processors went offline.
Total shutdown. Black-out. White noise.
Quinn was wearing lip gloss again, and he tasted like sugar and vanilla. August’s breath hitched when Quinn’s other hand gripped him by the hair and angled his head to deepen the kiss, tongue sweeping across August’s mouth in a demanding pass that had shivers erupting down his spine.
August opened for him, moaning when Quinn dove in with a growl-like sound that had him hard and no longer interested in teasing conversation.
Which was probably what Quinn had been going for in the first place.
Still fighting to regain part of his motor functions, August fumbled for the condom and tore the packet open, struggling to get it on while Quinn stroked their tongues together and stole the oxygen from his lungs.
Touching his cock was borderline painful, so he stole a few precious seconds to stroke himself once the condom was on before Quinn batted his hand away and took over.
August helped him line him up, the kiss never faltering as Quinn sank down slowly at first, letting the head of his cock breach the tight ring of muscle, and then going still to take time to adjust. August groaned into the kiss, the sound muffled as Quinn’s tongue swirled around his possessively.
August may have been the one currently doing the penetrating, but it was beginning to feel like he was the one getting fucked right now. The tight, hot grip around his dick was exquisite agony for him, and every inch he slowly pushed in was making him feel more and more out of breath.
Quinn’s nails scratched through the short hairs of his fade, tickling and pleasing until he separated their mouths long enough to hiss, “fuck me.”
Happy to follow orders, August lifted Quinn’s hips to create space between them, biceps straining as he thrust upward. Quinn shouted, his hands finding August’s shoulders again so he had something solid to hold onto.
The next sharp buck of August’s hips drove his cock deeper, burying himself fully inside with one forceful push. He barely had a chance to enjoy the heat clenching around him before Quinn was kissing him, tongue thrusting into his mouth with a loud moan.
Every sense felt overwhelmed to the point of near-frenzy. August knew what Quinn wanted, and he wanted it just as bad, so he didn’t waste time putting effort into making it last. He thrust up again harder, his hands controlling Quinn’s descent to meet him halfway.
The slap of skin on skin echoed over their moans and ragged breathing, and August hoped that Niko had enough sense to blast the TV loudly enough so he didn’t have to listen to them going at it like animals.
Quinn took a break from clawing August’s back to tug on one of his nipples, making August curse and turn the pace more punishing. It was messy and terrifyingly fun—and August found himself laughing into kisses, thoroughly enjoying himself as he gazed into bright green eyes full of mischief.
Quinn rode him mercilessly, grinding down as August pushed up, their bodies meeting in a frantic rhythm. The kiss turned bruising, teeth nipping at August’s lower lip before Quinn’s tongue invaded again, fucking his mouth with the same urgency as his hips rolled.
August’s world narrowed into the burn in his muscles, the electric drag of friction inside the tight heat of Quinn’s body, and the way Quinn’s cock bobbed against his stomach, making a sticky mess between them.
His fingers bruised Quinn’s hips as he angled for deeper penetration, hitting a spot that had Quinn shuddering around him and gasping into his mouth.
August’s balls tightened, drawing up as release coiled unbearably tight in his gut.
He kissed back ferociously, sucking on Quinn’s tongue, biting his lip to ground himself in the pain-pleasure haze.
Through the fog, he remembered to wrap his fingers around Quinn’s dick, stroking in rough pulls synced to his upward bucks. Quinn moaned into the kiss, the sound breaking through as his body tensed, ass clenching around August hard enough to take away what little breath he had left.
“F-Fuck—” August tore his mouth away as the hot flood of his orgasm ripped through him.
He thrust one last time, cock pulsing, cum spurting in thick ropes inside the condom, filling it with so much that he wasn’t sure it would hold.
He kept his grip on Quinn as he rode it out, hips jerking involuntarily, leaving him feeling weak and shaky.
Quinn followed seconds later, his ass spasming around August’s spent cock. August’s hand pumped faster, thumb swiping over the slit as Quinn’s dick erupted, cum shooting in hot arcs across August’s chest and stomach, painting his abs.
“Fuck,” Quinn echoed. He brought August back into a kiss, turning it sloppy, tongue lapping at August’s mouth as shudders wracked his frame—body collapsing forward in exhausted bliss once it finally ended.
They stayed locked together, the shared heat lingering as pulses faded to aftershocks. Quinn moaned softly while he found a spot on August’s neck to bite and suck on, and despite the pinch of pain, August kept still and allowed Quinn to do what he wanted.
“That was…really fucking good,” said Quinn, leaning back so they could make eye contact again. “You’re not a terrible lover, you know.”
August grinned, feeling pleased by the praise. “Was I terrible back then?”
Quinn’s expression tightened, but his smile never faltered. “No, but it was annoying how you always wanted blowjobs and would only return the favour with your hands. I made sure to right that wrong the last time we were together.”
Heat burned August’s cheeks, half from Quinn’s words, and half from memories of sucking the gorgeous man’s dick.
“I won’t ask you for one ever again,” said August, sounding more serious than he meant. “Hell, you could have come here and put me on my knees and walked out without touching me, and I wouldn’t have cared.”
Quinn’s answering smile was…everything. He tapped August on the nose and chuckled, filling August’s heart with warmth.