21. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Tyler
T he whole family sat curled up on the couch. Two days before Christmas, no one had called Tyler on his scheme with Julien. It was feeling less and less like a scheme by the day. It felt more like a distant memory of a scheme. The more time he spent with Julien, the more he felt like the man was his boyfriend. His real boyfriend.
Tyler’s feelings were one hundred percent real. Somewhere between giving Jules the rest of his money and smearing frosting on his cheek, Tyler had fallen for the bad boy, a giant teddy bear in disguise.
His parents didn’t even seem to mind the tattoos, the smoking, or the fact that he didn’t have a college degree. They seemed to genuinely like Julien. He fit in better than Tyler would have ever expected. He hoped that maybe they’d be able to share more holidays together .
Tyler reconsidered his opinion of the family in the past few days. Ty loved them and knew they loved him. But having Julien there made Tyler realize the family wasn’t as uptight as he thought. If anything, he was the uptight one.
The bomb Cece dropped weighed heavily on his mind as he watched Cece cuddled up with her kids while Brad sat on the other side of the sofa. He wondered what would happen or if she would be alright.
Brad returned the day after Ty and Cece had talked, and everything seemed normal. However, Tyler noticed the little things, how they seemed to grate on each other’s nerves in ways he had never realized before. It was weird to think that the perfect happy couple he’d always looked up to was falling apart in front of his eyes. It made his chest ache.
He leaned his head on Julien’s shoulder, their laps covered by the same sherpa-lined blanket. Home Alone played out on the television. Everyone sipped hot chocolate except for Julien, who drank what Tyler had begun to think of as his favorite flavored seltzer. The room was dark and cozy.
It felt so fucking nice.
Julien rested his chin on Tyler’s head, and under the blankets, his hand moved, drawing little circles on Tyler’s knee. The gentle touch started when, on the TV, Kevin’s mother began her arduous journey back home. Eventually, Tyler didn’t even know what part they were up to because the circles were all he could think about. The slight pressure over the flannel of his pajama bottoms made his head spin.
He didn’t even know if Julien realized what he was doing since he seemed focused on the screen. Meanwhile, Tyler felt as if the whole room had closed in on him, leaving only the frustrating sensation of Julien’s finger, which Tyler wished might slip and graze other sensitive parts.
Even though his cup was empty, and he had to pee, Tyler didn’t dare move even an inch, worried Julien wouldn’t start it up again if he left the couch. Or if he even moved his leg to readjust his position.
“I’m going to get another drink,” Julien told him as the cops were called on screen. Julien patted his knee.
Disappointment blossomed in Tyler’s chest, but he smiled and nodded. He also got up to use the bathroom and get himself another drink .
He stepped out of the bathroom and saw Julien in the kitchen waiting for him in the dark. “Everything alright?” He stepped a bit closer.
“Yeah.” Julien hooked his arm around Tyler’s waist and pulled him close. He kissed his lips before Tyler could ask him what he was doing.
It wasn’t chaste like all the other brief kisses they shared. Instead, Julien’s mouth was open and warm and tasted like orange and vanilla.
Tyler opened his mouth to the kiss. His arms came up to loop around Julien’s shoulders, and he stood on his toes to reach better.
The kiss was open but slow. Tyler’s tongue teased Julien’s without fighting for dominance. Ty only wanted to kiss, taste, and enjoy the touch of lips and tongue. His spine tingled with desire, and he slowly moved his hands up to card through the curls at the base of Julien’s neck.
Julien made a soft noise in the back of his throat, and Tyler smiled into the kiss, which unfortunately prompted Julien to pull away .
Tyler had been thinking about kissing Julien in this exact way for days, but whenever he thought they might, something stopped him, or both of them. This was perfect, and Tyler hated to stop now.
“We’re missing the movie,” Julien mumbled in a low tone. His full lips were moist, and Tyler just wanted to bite them, suck on them, and make Julien kiss him more.
Tyler took a heavy breath. “Right.” he nodded and, in a daze, followed Julien back to their spot on the couch. After the impromptu make-out session, he felt like a teenager again, trying to act naturally in front of his family. But that kiss felt very real.
Julien’s hand didn’t go back to his knee, but he did drag his arm around Tyler, and Tyler leaned in close again.
With confidence he didn’t usually feel, Tyler slid his fingertips under the bottom of Julien’s T-shirt and gently rubbed them back and forth on his firm lower belly. The movie could have been paused, and Tyler wouldn’t have known. His every thought was on the man beside him, and his fingers brushed against the thin treasure trail of belly hair.
Cece and Brad announced that it was bedtime. They picked up a sleeping Kelsey and led Owen to their room. His mother and father soon followed, despite the second movie only halfway through. As much as Tyler wanted to go up right away, he didn’t want to seem too eager. Promises from the other night were still unfulfilled; he hoped tonight could remedy that.
“I’m going to go up.” Julien squeezed Tyler before he stood and stretched his arms out. “Wally, stay frosty, brother. Goodnight, Hailey.”
They both said goodnight and looked at Tyler expectantly.
“Right. Yeah, I’m, uh, going to go to bed, too.” Tyler awkwardly got to his feet.
“Night, Buddy,” Hailey said with that evil sparkle in her eyes.
Tyler managed not to run to his room, though his heart thudded harder with each step. What if the kiss and the touching was still part of the act? It felt real, but did Julien actually want him? The signs seemed to point to yes , but doubts clouded his mind .
His questions were answered when he closed the door, and Julien crowded him against it to kiss him before he could flip the lock.
This time, the kiss wasn’t gentle, nor slow and exploring, but hungry, with a purpose.
Tyler kissed back just as eagerly. There wasn’t any chance to be interrupted now, and he opened his mouth, letting Julien’s tongue in to taste him.
“Is this okay?” Julien pulled away and kissed his jaw between words.
Tyler tried to catch his breath. “Yeah. Yup, I would say it’s okay. Would you?” he asked. He felt his thoughts were buried under a mountain of thick snow. It was surprising he could even form words.
“What do you think?” Julien murmured against his skin. “You drive me crazy.”
Tyler huffed and squirmed against the door. His hands slipped under Julien’s shirt. “Me? You’re the one who kissed me like that in the kitchen. ”
Julien shook his head. He moved his mouth to Tyler’s neck, and Tyler warred between telling him to be careful of leaving a hickey and moaning. Wouldn’t it be something to be marked by Julien’s mouth?
“Not what I meant,” Julien growled.
Tyler ended up moaning. Quickly, he bit his bottom lip so he wouldn’t be too loud. He couldn’t think of anything worse than his family hearing him. That thought was quickly erased when Julien’s lips found him again.
Tyler kissed him back, hungry, wanting, and desperate for more. Tyler trailed fingers over Julien’s abs, across the muscles and ribs. Tyler tried to memorize the feel of Julien’s skin with his fingertips.
Julien pressed his hips against Tyler, and Tyler gave a groan of satisfaction as he met with the shape of Julien’s hard cock covered by his jeans. At least he wasn’t the only one reacting so viscerally to the kisses and gentle touches. But he wanted even more.
“Bed?” he suggested when he removed his mouth from Julien’s for a moment before the mouth was on him once again in a searing kiss .
Julien didn’t answer. But he stepped backward from the door, holding Tyler’s waist, so he had no choice but to follow until Julien’s knees hit the bed. He pulled Tyler on top of him, not breaking the kiss.
Tyler’s heart thudded in his chest. He felt like he was on fire as each touch and kiss sent every nerve in his body alight. He had many questions that ran through his mind to ask or say. Does Julien like me? Seems like it . Was this just because they were both pent up after days of touching and sleeping in the same bed? Maybe.
Fuck does Julien even understand how much he makes me feel alive with those fucking rugged hands all over me? God, I want more.
Tyler ground his hips down against Julien, whose strong hands moved from his waist to his ass and squeezed.
“Can we take this off?” Tyler wished he didn’t sound so eager as he pulled away from the kiss and tugged on Julien’s T-shirt.
Julien sat up, chasing Tyler’s lips before he pulled his shirt off. “Yours too,” Julien commanded.
Tyler flushed a little self-consciously and hesitated. He didn’t think he had a troll body or anything, but Julien was fucking hot, and he had no idea how Julien would like him . He was no bodybuilder.
But Julien’s calloused hands were on his shirt, pulling it away before he leaned over and kissed Tyler’s collarbone, running those hands over the sensitive skin of his torso. He was slender, whereas Julien was bulky with rippling muscles. Tyler’s mouth definitely watered now.
Tyler shivered as Julien’s hands explored his chest. His hands reached out to trail the tattoos over Julien’s shoulders and the pocket watch over his heart. Then he ran his thumbs over Julien’s nipples.
Before Tyler realized what was happening, Julien flipped their positions, rolled Tyler onto the bed, and settled above him. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Tyler felt warmth spread from his chest to his toes .
Julien’s teeth ran over the skin of his neck, and Tyler couldn’t help but cry out again, this time far too loud. It was too late to stop it, especially when Julien peppered kisses from his jaw to his navel, stopping only to lick long, hot trails across his skin or to suck on his sensitive flesh.
“God, fuck,” Tyler managed, but he didn’t know what he meant to say since his brain had gone on vacation, and the rest of him was too busy feeling each burning touch.
It had been such a long time, but Tyler knew he had never felt this primal need when hooking up with someone. They hadn’t even gotten beyond kissing and touching. Ty was already worried he would embarrass himself, especially when Julien mouthed his hard cock over the fabric of his pants.
“If you’re trying to kill me, this is a perfect start,” Tyler babbled. He arched his back as he felt Julien’s fingers slip under the waistband of his pajamas. His pants were soon shoved down to his thighs.
“Don’t die. I haven’t even fucked you yet,” Julien growled as he pulled away Tyler’s boxer briefs as well.
Tyler managed to sit up and pull his shirt off entirely. He felt raw and exposed with just his polar bear socks on. He shivered, though he felt as if he was burning from the inside .
Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched Julien kiss the soft inside of his thigh. “Aren’t you going to get naked?” His voice trembled.
Julien laughed. “I had planned to suck your cock.” He ran his tongue over Tyler’s shaft, causing him to flop back to the bed, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood until Julien pulled away. “But I can get naked if you want.”
He managed to sit up again to watch Julien pull off the remainder of his clothes. It was like watching a gift be unwrapped, and Tyler couldn’t wait to get his hands on Julien.
Tyler wanted much more right now—he couldn’t prioritize and had difficulty even thinking about them because his desire coursed through. He wanted Julien to suck him off. God, he wanted that. It had been a long time, and Tyler was worried it might be over all too quickly. Besides, he kind of wanted Julien to use him for his own pleasure.
Julien’s cock was as thick as Tyler had guessed from waking up to it pressed against his side. But up close, it was more enticing than he could have imagined. He scooted to the edge of the bed, eager to get his hands on Julien, soak him up, and drink in all of him .
But Julien seemed to have other ideas as he knelt back on the bed and covered Tyler’s body with his own.
Mouths met again, and Julien’s hand snaked between their bodies and gripped Tyler’s hard length, prompting a grunt in response.
“Do you have any idea how much I fucking want you?” Julien asked. He stroked Tyler firmly and wiped out his ability to form coherent sentences.
Tyler’s back arched off of the bed, and he pulled Julien closer. He hadn’t realized how much he craved this, how much he wanted to touch and be touched with nothing between them. It felt like his whole world spun around him.
“I want you too,” he finally gasped out as if it wasn’t obvious from his leaking cock. He ran his nails down Julien’s shoulders. His hips thrust up in time with the strokes before Julien let go of him, leaving him whimpering at the loss of the sweet friction.
But Julien’s mouth was on his cock soon after, and the hot wetness enveloping Tyler made him see stars.
He brought a hand up to his mouth to stop himself from crying out loudly and waking the whole house as Julien expertly took him all the way in. His tongue rolled over the tip of Tyler’s erection before sucking him in entirely.
When he started this whole fake boyfriend plan, the last thing he expected was to be getting the best blow job of his life in his childhood bedroom. If he had known this, he would have told himself not to waste time and get down to business the second Julien showed up at his apartment.
Julien knew what he was doing and was unashamed to do it. There was no tentative touching or self-consciousness. Instead, he sucked Tyler’s cock like he was born to do it.
Julien’s hand closed around his balls, gently toying with the sensitive skin. Tyler almost came right then, but he said, “I am so close. Fuck, Jules.”
Jules pulled back from Tyler’s cock, replacing his mouth with his hand as he stroked Tyler while he said, “Come for me, Baby. Fuck .”
Then he moved his mouth right to the tip of Tyler’s dick and sucked the head as Tyler pulled his hair while the coil of pleasure released within him and hot jets of cum pulsed out of him and into Julien’s waiting mouth.
Tyler lay there, panting momentarily, trying to collect his thoughts, which seemed to have evaporated entirely. All he could think about was how he wanted that to happen again. If only this night would never end. Screw Christmas, he wanted to spend the rest of forever in bed with Jules.
If he thought he had fallen for Julien before, now Ty knew he was gone. There was no coming back from this.
Julien kissed him again, laying against him as his tongue teased into Tyler’s pliant mouth. He tasted like Tyler’s cum, and Tyler felt heat swell through him, even though he was absolutely spent.
The slick slide of Julien’s cock against his thigh kicked his brain back on, and Tyler moved away from the kiss, still fighting to catch his breath. “I,” he swallowed around the thickness in his voice. “I want you to fuck my face,” he admitted.
Julien’s eyebrows lifted, and his eyes were so dark they looked pure black. “You…want me to fuck your face.” He stared at Tyler. He licked his bottom lip, and Tyler leaned forward to run his tongue over it.
He nodded. “If you want to. I… really want you to do that,” he admitted shyly. As much as he didn’t mind Julien taking the lead, Tyler knew how he liked things in bed. He knew that Julien definitely could give him what he wanted, with his big arms and thick thighs.
Julien shifted off of him and pulled Tyler to the edge of the bed so quickly that Tyler could hardly even register the change in position until he was staring at Julien’s cock right in front of him.
He licked his lips and leaned in to take the cock in his mouth, savoring the salty bitterness that pooled at the tip. Tyler fucking loved giving head. He liked choking on dick. He liked it when he couldn’t breathe.
Julien pushed his hair back before placing a big hand on the back of Tyler’s head to his cock into Tyler’s eager mouth.
Tyler moaned around it. His eyes slid closed momentarily as he enjoyed how his jaw stretched to accommodate its girth .
He leaned forward, bobbing his head. Julien moved his hips in time with Tyler’s motions. Tyler swallowed. He couldn’t help but gag a little before he became accustomed to the sensation. It had been a long time since he had sucked a dick.
He didn’t think he’d ever sucked one as amazing as Julien’s. This cock was ruining him for all others. Jolts of pleasure coursed through his body each time the head dragged across his palate and pushed at his throat.
He moaned as Julien’s hips sped up, unrepentant. Tears sprang to Tyler’s eyes as he stopped breathing for a moment before Julien pulled out and dragged his drool-covered length across Tyler’s cheek.
“Jesus.” Julien clasped Tyler’s chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted his head, forcing Tyler to look at him. “I didn’t think you’d be such a dirty little slut, Baby.” His husky voice was so affectionate that Tyler felt tingles all over his body.
“I want you to cum on my face, too,” Tyler said, even though he usually hated that. But he wanted Julien to mark him. Tyler wanted to feel Julien’s cum all over his body. He wanted to smell like it long after they had both been satisfied.
Julien groaned, and his head fell back before he placed his cock in Tyler’s mouth. Both hands were now on the back of his head, and Julien didn’t hold back. He let loose and bucked against Tyler’s face, his balls slapping against his chin.
Tyler opened himself, letting his throat relax and take every inch of Julien as he kept his eyes focused on the man. Sweat beaded on Julien’s chest and upper lip. He kept biting his lip to keep himself quiet as his breaths grew more and more ragged.
The sight was gorgeous. Tyler wished he could sculpt it. Or take a picture of it. Anything, just so he could remember this moment for the rest of his life in perfect detail.
When his motions became erratic, Julien pulled out and stroked himself a few times before he painted Tyler’s face with thick ropes of hot white cum.
Tyler didn’t know what to focus on. His gaze flickered between Julien’s length, purple and lovely as it twitched and throbbed, and his face, which screwed up with pleasure .
“God, Tyler,” Julien groaned as his cock released one last spurt of cum onto Tyler’s lips.
Tyler’s tongue flicked out to taste Julien on him. He felt drunk or high, even though the most potent thing he drank that night was hot chocolate.
He ran his finger over his cheek and sucked it into his mouth to savor the bitter, salty taste of Julien.
Julien slumped onto the bed, pulling Tyler next to him. He ran his tongue over Tyler’s cum-stained cheek and then nuzzled against his neck. “So, you like your face fucked?” Julien asked. He reached down and grabbed his T-shirt for Tyler to use to wipe the rest of his face off.
“I like to get my face fucked,” Tyler said carefully. He wiped the drool, tears, and semen from his face and settled back against the pillow. “I especially liked you doing it. Did you enjoy fucking my face?”
Julien kissed him, the taste of both of them mingled on their tongues. “I loved fucking your face and sucking your cock.” He kissed him again, slow, languid, but still wanting. “I can’t wait to hear what else you want me to do to you.”
Tyler didn’t think he had time to list all of that off.