Chapter 2
EVAN
Perry’s curls exploded from his toque as he dragged it from his head and tossed it onto the table inside the door to our apartment.
My fingers twitched with the desire to run them through the tangle, maybe straighten it, maybe make it worse.
“Evan Baily, Evan Baily, Evan Baily.”
He was flipping through the mail we’d stopped for on the way up from the lobby. Of course they all had my name because the lease, and everything else, was all in my name. I called this place ours, but really, it had been mine before it became ours.
“Leave those,” I said, tugging them out of his grip and tossing them after his hat. “I’m starving, and you made certain promises.”
He grinned at me as he peeled out of his coat, dropped it on the chair by the door, and kicked off his sodden sneakers. “Promises predicated on a win tonight, remember?”
“We didn’t lose.”
“Just because you bought the drinks for the other team doesn’t mean we won, babe.”
“Clearly I didn’t buy you enough drinks,” I grumbled. “Or that’s all you’d remember.”
Perry laughed, which made me giddy. The sound was one part puddle-jumping, one part dancing in the rain, and one part smoky whisky hot. Unable to help myself, I took his face in my hands and planted a searing kiss on his mouth.
In seconds, he’d not just kissed me back, but locked one strong hand behind my head and shoved the other one up under my coat, sweater, and shirt to flatten it against my chest and push me into the wall.
I moaned as he probed his tongue into my mouth and pressed his entire body against mine, grinding his hips and owning me completely. God, I fucking loved when he did this.
Fast, he had my coat and hoodie off, my belt unbuckled, and my jeans open. His palm, hot against my dick, pulled another animalistic sound out of me.
As quickly as he’d dishevelled me and scrambled my brain, he backed off, leaving me panting and muddled, watching him as he stripped his own shirt over his head. He didn’t leave me hanging long, but reached and grabbed my arm, propelling me to the couch.
“Knees,” he said, voice like dark glass, as he guided me around the front while he climbed over the back.
I did what I was told, as I always did, and sank to kneeling between his legs as he landed with a little bounce on the cushion in front of me.
“This what you were after?” He held my gaze as he fished out his cock.
Perry knew it was exactly what I wanted, but I nodded anyway.
“In your mouth?”
I nodded again.
“Rules,” he said, still soft, still smooth, still unbending.
I couldn’t help a crooked grin, but I nodded and said, “Yes, please. I’d like your cock in my mouth.”
He sighed, an utterly contented sound. “I do love your voice, baby.”
He said it all the time. I had no idea what was so special about the way I sounded. It wasn’t like I had that same deep, sweet and salty flow to my voice as he had. I didn’t sound like a muppet, either. Maybe it was the words he loved. Hearing them, hearing me give him those permissions.
I tilted my head at him, wondering, but he only smoothed a hand down the side of my face and guided my chin forward to meet his cock. Cool with me. I was absolutely on board with this idea, and took him in as deep as I could.
Perry chuckled. “Pace yourself there, champ.”
There would be no pacing, just swallowing, laving, licking, sucking, all the things he loved, all the things that would get him off, because getting him off was one of the great joys of my life.
Letting him guide my efforts was even better. He loved to be in charge, and I loved to let him. So when he shifted just enough to ram his dick deep into my throat, a hand at the back of my head, I opened for him. It was bliss.
Every time he controlled our sex, it was firm reminder of where Perry had found me, at a party, someone’s cock in my mouth and someone else’s in my ass.
I’d thought that night had been glorious, the pinnacle.
Until he’d walked in the room, taken in the scene, the others lining up to take their turns, and he’d put a stop to it.
Anyone would think I’d be pissed off, a grown man being denied sex just the way I liked it.
And by a complete stranger, no less. But I’d had to admit afterwards, I’d been a bit too drunk to be properly angry at him, which probably meant I’d been too drunk for the kind of consent that kind of activity should have required.
Of course everyone had been drunk. It was a party.
Then he’d told me, in that voice, to get dressed and to go with him, so I did. He’d taken me to a diner, fed me, brought me home, and put me to bed with the help of my then-roommate, and stayed on my couch for the night.
Then I’d gotten to know him.
Now here we were, and that place I’d thought was the pinnacle was so far lost down in the mist it didn’t matter anymore.
Perry
Evan’s mouth was heaven. There was no denying facts. And that he’d been all but begging me to take him since I’d thrown my first stone tonight wasn’t exactly a turn-off. The only way to get him to focus on the game had been to put a condition on his getting off. We had to win.
We hadn’t. It had been a draw, so I conceded and let him blow me.
His hot mouth was everything, and he was good at this. I simply didn’t think about the amount of practice a guy needed to have this much skill with his tongue. He was mine now, and that was all that mattered.
I gazed down at Evan, his mouth stretched around me, his blue eyes big and about as honest as it got, staring up at me, with not just his heart, but his whole being in them.
I tightened my hand at the back of his head and shifted my hips so I could rock into his wet heat, take my pleasure, feel the tightness of his throat at that point right where he met his limit.
He would take more, if I fed it to him. I knew he would, but it wouldn’t be comfortable. I knew other men had fucked his throat raw because he let them. I would not put myself in their company.
“You’re doing so perfectly,” I crooned, stroking a thumb along the side of his mouth.
“God, Evan, you are amazing. So fu-uck…” Every time.
I wanted to praise him, but he sucked up all my brain power until I lost my words and all that was left was fucking his mouth until my balls drew up and my skin tingled.
“Gonna—” I mumbled.
He hummed around my dick, and that was that. My come exploded directly into his throat.
He was ready for it. He always was, and swallowed it all.
The second he eased off my cock, I yanked his hair to get him up close enough for me to kiss. I didn’t have words, but I had that, to show how grateful I was.
He melted into my kiss, sprawling over me until we were both laid out on the couch, making out like teenagers, only half out of our clothes. And he didn’t once rub up against me or palm his cock, or make any other move to ease the pressure on what I could feel was a massive hard-on.
“You want to come?” I asked, breathing the words directly into his ear.
He shuddered and nodded without removing his lips and teeth from my collarbone where he was giving me the mother of all hickeys.
“Roll over. I want to watch you get yourself off.”
He complied instantly, eager, as always, to show off.
He wasn’t shy, my Evan, not since the day I’d met him.
I didn’t love thinking about that party, except to acknowledge that he loved being double-teamed, and since I couldn’t do that on my own, I was happy to give him what I could.
Having him perform for me was one small thing I could do for him.
He stripped fast, then flopped onto his back, one hand wrapped around his dick, the other behind his head, his grin huge. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”
“Anything for you, love.”
His hand paused mid-stroke. “Yeah?”
I was not going to read anything into his hopeful expression. “You know this.” I leaned over him to kiss him stupid, then reached down to get his hand going again, before moving back to watch the show.
When he came, his entire torso turned a delicious pink as his muscles stiffened and his come spurted onto his stomach. “Per—” He shot the hand that had been behind his head towards me, clutching air.
I laced my fingers through his, grounding him as he shivered and curled towards me.
Yeah. Pretty much, I would do anything for this guy.
“I’ve got you.” I used my own T-shirt to wipe away his release, then hauled a blanket off the back of the couch to cover us.
“Mmm.” He shimmied closer, and within moments, his breathing evened out and his body relaxed against mine. He was a weight in my arms, still and calm like he almost never was when awake, and when we’d first hooked up, had rarely been, even in sleep.
This, post-orgasm, snuggled against my chest, was the only time he was this relaxed. I liked to think that was down to me being me. Because I had that big an ego.