Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
PERCY
“That’s way too much food.” I laugh, jogging up the stairs to Butch’s apartment.
The whole scene at the bar has already been shoved forcefully to the back of my mind and locked up tight.
Fuck John and the rest of them. Well, except Lanie, I guess she was mostly okay, and I should probably buy her lunch as a thank you.
I’m not going to let their arrogant bullshit ruin the rest of our night, and I’m glad Butch seems to be feeling the same way.
“It’s Chinese food,” he says, like that’s excuse enough for ordering five pounds of rice and a dozen egg rolls.
“Aren’t you supposed to be all about your macros and treating your body like a temple?” I tease.
We reach the second-floor landing and Butch grabs me from behind, lifting me off my feet.
“I’d rather treat your body like a temple and worship at it all night,” he purrs, catching my earlobe between his teeth with a gentle nip.
Heat rushes between my legs and my nipples harden.
“In that case, we should make good use of the half hour we have before our food gets here.”
He sets me back down but keeps one arm around my waist, holding me tucked against his large body and nuzzling the back of my neck while he uses the other to unlock the door.
The lights are off, and the apartment is quiet, but only for a second before he flips the switch and licks the side of my throat, making me let out a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a moan that breaks the silence inside.
“Fender must have gone out,” Butch says, finally letting go of me so we can both take our shoes off.
“The apartment all to ourselves and enough food to feed an army on the way. Sounds like a perfect night to me.” I turn to face him as soon as my shoes are off, and he’s already coming towards me, wrapping his arm around me again and grinning as he walks me backward into the living room.
He brings his other hand up to my face, and now that we’re in the light, I can see black ink scrawled and smudged across his palm. I catch his wrist and move his hand so I can see it.
“What’s all this?” I think I already know.
His carefree smile shifts into a crooked grimace and he tugs his hand out of my grasp, wiping it on his khaki pants.
“I just wanted to impress your friends. I asked Ezra for some tips on how to dress and things to talk about that would make me seem smart. I was afraid I’d forget them, so I made myself a cheat sheet. I felt like I was back in high school, cramming for an exam.” He huffs a laugh.
I reach for his hand and pull it gently back towards me, bringing it all the way up to my face so I can kiss the smeared ink on his palm.
“Never try to be anyone else, okay? I like you the way you are.”
He nods. “Deal.”
I push up onto my toes and hook my arms around his neck, drawing him into a kiss. Butch smiles against my lips and slides both hands down to my ass. I tease my tongue along the seam of his mouth and pluck at the collar on his polo shirt.
“We need to get you out of these god-awful clothes.”
He frowns, pulling away from the kiss to look down at his outfit. “You don’t like them?”
“They’re fine, but I like you better in a pair of joggers and a T-shirt.” I run my hands over the swell of his pecs and then down his belly to grab the hem of his shirt. “I like it when you look like you.”
I tug on his shirt, slowly lifting it up and bending down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to each inch of skin I expose.
His abs tighten with the quiet moan he lets out, and I dip my tongue into his belly button.
I push his shirt higher, licking the lower swells of his pecs and then the stiff buds of his pink nipples.
He lifts his arms and as he tugs his shirt the rest of the way off, I press my face into his armpit and inhale the heady, masculine scent of his sweat.
He groans again and jerks his hips, nudging the hardening swell of his cock against my belly.
He drops his shirt on the floor, and I pull my face out of his armpit to lick his chest and nipples again while I tug the button loose on his pants.
He grunts each time I flick the hard buds with my tongue, threading his fingers into my hair to encourage me.
I catch his nipple between my teeth, and he hisses, grinding his erection against me again with needy little jerks of his hips.
I hook my fingers into his pants and underwear and shove them both down impatiently.
I want every inch of his bare skin, I want the heat of his cock, I want miles of hard muscle flexing and twitching from the light touch of my fingertips.
Butch kicks his clothes off and leaves them pooled on the floor.
I’m fully expecting it this time when he digs his fingers into the back of my thighs and hoists me off my feet, but I gasp anyway.
He grins at me, and I’m about to lean in and kiss him when the look in his eyes distracts me.
His gaze is fixed on me as he carries me to his bedroom, and there’s something in the depths of his eyes that makes my breath catch and my heart feel like it’s three sizes too big to fit inside my chest. It’s longing and awe and…
I swallow hard and rake my fingers through his short hair. It’s too soon for him to feel that way, isn’t it? I’m probably imagining it or maybe even projecting. I want it to be real though. Maybe it can be.
He lowers me onto the bed, and all my overthinking scatters in the wind as soon as his mouth crashes into mine again.
Maybe it’s because we’re both very aware that our food is going to get here soon, or maybe it’s just because a week without touching each other like this was too damn long, either way, the kiss turns feral and desperate almost instantly.
Our lips find a frantic rhythm and our tongues tangle, gasps and moans vibrating between us as we work together to get my clothes off too.
Butch yanks on my shirt and there’s a faint ripping sound.
“Shit, sorry,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“I don’t care.” I break the kiss just long enough to toss my torn shirt aside, then hook my hand behind his neck and pull him right back in.
The slide of his tongue against mine sends tendrils of heat through my body, pooling between my legs to make my dick swell and my scrotum feel achy and sensitive. My hole clenches at the memory of being stretched and filled by him, and I gasp into his mouth.
“I want you so bad,” I groan.
He makes a needy rumbling sound in his throat that I can’t mistake for anything other than agreement.
He nips his way along the edge of my jaw, bracing one hand on the pillow next to my head and wrapping the other around both our cocks.
He rocks his hips and the rough drag of his weighty erection against mine makes my eyes roll back and my toes curl.
“Butch,” I gasp, digging my fingers into his biceps and canting my hips.
“I love your cock,” he growls, thrusting again.
His words are like a bucket of cold water. My stomach clenches and all my muscles tense involuntarily.
“You don’t have to say that,” I mumble. “It’s fine. I know you like me, and that’s enough.”
His grip on our cocks loosens and he sits back, frowning down at me with a puzzled expression.
“What are you talking about?”
Fuck, I wish I hadn’t said anything. It was just dirty talk anyway. I could have let it pass without ruining the mood.
“Forget it.” I try to wave him off, but he keeps frowning.
Butch puts his index finger in the middle of my chest and holds my gaze with a serious look as he slowly drags it downward, over my sternum, down my belly… My breath hitches and I squirm when he reaches my belly button and keeps going.
“I know I spend a lot of time gassing you up and trying to build up your confidence when we’re at the gym, but I wouldn’t lie to you, Rocky.”
I swallow hard. “I appreciate it, it’s just… I know you’ve been with plenty of cis guys who have, you know, regular sized dicks. Plus, you’re so into all the manly stuff, it’s probably a disappointment that there’s no cum for you to lick off of me or anything.”
His usually light, playful expression darkens, and he shuffles backward. Is he leaving? I really did ruin the mood, didn’t I? Maybe I even made him rethink this whole thing.
He doesn’t climb off the bed though. He settles himself on his belly between my legs, his warm breath fluttering over my cock.
“I’m not thinking about anybody else’s dick when I’m with you. I like your cock, Percy.”
Oh shit, he’s using my real name. Why does that feel so much more serious?
“Do you know why?” he asks, sliding his hands underneath my ass and pressing his nose into my balls.
I suck in a sharp breath and shake my head.
“For starters, the multiple orgasm thing doesn’t hurt.
” His lips twitch with a grin, like his facial muscles are already rebelling against the uncharacteristic seriousness.
He drags his tongue slowly across my scrotum and I whimper, letting my legs fall open wider.
“It’s the perfect size to fit in my hand,” he goes on, brushing his lips lightly along my shaft. “And my mouth.”
He wraps his lips around me to demonstrate, and a horny whine builds in my throat.
The wet heat of his mouth engulfs my cock, and it swells eagerly against his tongue.
My hips twitch and Butch laps up and down my shaft, swirling his tongue around my head a few times until I’m breathing harder and clawing at his sheets.
He releases me with a filthy slurp, and I groan in protest.
“But what I like most about it is that it’s yours.
I want to learn it until I know it like I know my own.
I want to figure out how to touch you to make you come in seconds flat and how to edge you until you’re begging me for your orgasm.
I want to be so familiar with the feeling of this pretty cock of yours in my hand and in my mouth that I could get you off in my sleep. ”