13. Wes
13
WES
“Sugar break.”
Jett looked up from his phone, his eyes wide with surprise. “Sorry?”
I extended a takeaway cup toward him. “Sugar break. The twins went on a coffee run, and I had them pick up a couple of non-coffee drinks for us.”
“Oh, thanks.” He took the cup with an awkward smile.
“Can I sit?” I motioned to the empty space next to him.
“Yeah.” He sipped his drink as I settled on the dusty floor. “Wow, that’s really good. What is this?”
“White chocolate mocha with cinnamon and a little drizzle of salted caramel.” I raised my cup to him. “It’s my guilty pleasure.”
“My aunts own a coffee shop near Rutherford College,” he mused, a bit of a faraway look in his eyes. “I used to get the weirdest drink orders when I worked there.”
“Yeah, like what?”
He chuckled. “One time a guy came in and asked for coffee flavored coffee. I figured he meant just our regular drip coffee, but I was wrong.”
“What did he mean?”
“He wanted a regular coffee with a shot of espresso in it and a few pumps of the coffee liqueur flavored syrup they have.” He took another sip of his drink. “And we had this one lady who would come in and ask for a half coffee, half steamed milk, and a jigger of lemon juice.”
“Lemon juice?” I grimaced at the idea of mixing milk and lemons together. “Why?”
“It was some cleanse thing, apparently.” He sipped his drink, then licked his lip to get some foam off it.
The move wasn’t sexy or seductive, but that didn’t stop my brain from remembering just how that tongue had felt against my dick.
“Where’s Ezra?” He glanced around.
“He went with Quinn to get his spare generator.”
Jett nodded slowly.
The three of us had been tasked with making and installing the custom cabinetry for a new build we were working on. The rest of the crew was finishing up the flooring on the other side of the house, so it was just the two of us.
“Can I ask where you learned your skills?” I asked.
Jett was by far the best carpenter I’d ever worked with. His attention to detail was second to none, and his designs were timeless and beautiful, on top of being functional.
“I started apprenticing for a carpenter when I was sixteen.” He took another sip of his drink. “I worked with him until a few months before I moved here.”
“Sounds like a great opportunity. Did you like it?”
Jett didn’t talk about himself often, and he was tight-lipped about his past. He let little anecdotes slip here and there, but I was having trouble piecing his life before he moved here together.
I knew he’d grown up in a religious community, which was probably why he’d gotten married so young, and that he’d left home over a year ago and moved in with his aunts.
I assumed things hadn’t been great at home and that’s why he’d left, but I didn’t know many details beyond what I’d heard from the other guys who knew him from the club.
“It was fine.” He studied the lid of his cup, his eyes clouding over. “Until his daughter cheated on me, and everyone decided it was my fault.”
My brain skipped like the CD player in my family’s old minivan when we went over a speed bump.
He took a long swallow of his drink while my brain tried to play catch-up.
He’d apprenticed under his father-in-law, and his ex had cheated on him? That was more personal information in two sentences than he’d let slip in all the time we’d worked together.
“Hey.”
Quinn and Ez came into the room, their expressions grim.
“Hey,” we answered in unison.
“Looks like you’re getting the rest of the day off.” Quinn shot us a wry grin.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I need to go to Seattle to get a replacement generator.” He pointed at the sky, which was dark and gloomy and had been all day. “And it’s only a matter of time before the skies open up. Might as well shut down and start fresh tomorrow.”
“Roger that.” I climbed to my feet. “Do you need us to do anything?”
“Just the normal shutdown.” He pulled his keys out of his pocket and twirled them around his finger. “I’ll let the other guys know. See ya in the morning.”
We said our goodbyes, then kind of stood around staring at each other after Quinn left the room.
“I guess we should start shutting down.” Jett gulped down the rest of his drink.
I did the same as Ez started cleaning up.
“What are you going to do with your afternoon of freedom?” Ez asked Jett when we were finishing up.
Jett brushed his hands off on his thighs. “Same thing I was going to do after work. Go home and try not to get sucked into doomscrolling until it’s time to crash.”
“Doomscrolling?” Ez asked.
“That’s what I call it when I zone out and spend hours scrolling through Insta or TikTok. I swear I can lose hours doing that and not even realize how much time has passed.”
“Is it the escape you need?” I asked. “Like a brain break from reality?”
He nodded.
“Do you game at all? It’s not exactly mindless, but it helps me when I need a distraction.”
“Not really. I’m not the most patient person when I’m learning something new, and games make me rage out.”
“Competitive?” Ez smirked.
“Hell yeah.” He chuckled. “You don’t grow up with seven brothers and not be competitive.”
“You have seven brothers?”
I knew he was one of ten kids, but he’d only really talked about one of his sisters.
He pulled off his hard hat and raked one hand through his messy hair. “There’s me, then Madelyn, then six boys, and the two youngest are boy/girl twins. Kyrie is actually the youngest, but everyone treats Wren like she’s the baby of the family after so many boys. That makes two girls and eight boys. For now.”
“For now?” Ez shot me a look. “Ten kids isn’t enough?”
He pulled his work gloves out of his back pocket and shook them out. “Not for my parents. They’ll keep having them until they can’t anymore. They like having babies, but don’t really like having kids.”
Ez and I glanced at each other, then back at Jett. Would he tell us more?
“It’s been the same song and dance since I was little. They put all their effort into the baby and made Maddie and me take care of everyone else. As soon as Mom got pregnant again, she’d pass the youngest off to us, and their lives would revolve around the new baby or babies. Of course they never tapped any of the other boys to do parent duty. Just me because I’m the oldest.” His tone was bitter. “Otherwise it would have been all up to Maddie to raise them.”
“That’s a lot to deal with,” I said, hoping that was a neutral enough answer to not make him clam up.
“It wasn’t fun.” He shrugged and looked around the room, his entire demeanor agitated.
“Do you want to hang out with us for a bit?” Ez asked.
My breath caught as Jett swung his gaze to Ez, then me, his expression confused. “Really?”
“Yeah. We’re not doing anything exciting or anything, just going home to chill. But you’re more than welcome to come with us so you have some company. Might help keep you from doomscrolling.”
He looked between us again. “Yeah, okay.” He chewed on the corner of his lip. “Thanks.”
Ez told Jett our address, and we waited as he put it in his GPS. When we were all set, we did a final check of the site and then headed to our cars.
We were just saying goodbye to the other guys when the weather turned and sheets of rain started pelting us. Hurriedly, we got into our car to avoid getting soaked.
“Was that okay?” Ez asked, starting the engine. “Inviting him over?”
I settled in my seat. “Yeah. Of course. I just hope he actually shows. He’s been so skittish this week.”
“Yeah.” Ez put the car in gear and pulled out of our makeshift parking space. “Here’s hoping.”
Jett was already waiting on our porch when we pulled into the driveway.
“Hey,” he greeted as we hurried toward him, trying to avoid the rain. “Is it okay that I parked on the street?”
“It’s fine,” I said. “They only restrict overnight parking around here.”
Jett waited as Ez unlocked our door. “This is a nice house.”
“It is.” Ez pushed the door open and waved him inside. “But we only rent the main floor. The guy who lives in the basement is a stoner, so the vents always smell like weed. And the girls who rent the top floor like to wear heels in the house and blast their music at all hours.”
“Is it at least good music?” Jett looked around the apartment curiously.
The house was an old Victorian-style mansion that had been split into apartments. I loved the old-world feel and the classic architecture, and we really loved the price.
I closed the door behind us. “It’s not our type of music.”
He smiled and bent to undo his boots. “That’s a polite way of saying no.”
Ez chuckled. “Exactly.”
When our boots were off, we kind of stood there for a few seconds.
“Do you mind if I change?” Jett asked, lifting the bag he was holding. “I’m soaked, and I don’t think you want me chilling in my work gear.” He made a face and dropped the bag so it bounced against his leg. “Kinda wish I knew I’d be going somewhere. I brought my laundry day jeans. Not exactly comfy.”
“Do you want to borrow something?” I asked. “We’ve got sweats and stuff that will fit you.”
“You don’t mind?” He chewed on the corner of his lip.
“Not at all. That’s one of the bonuses of having a boyfriend. Double the wardrobe choices.”
“Yeah, and what’s another bonus?” he asked with a smirk.
Ez motioned for him to follow us into the bedroom. “Dicks, obviously.”
Jett snickered. “I’d have to agree. Dicks are fun.”
“Do you want to take a shower or anything?” I asked as Ez went to his drawers and dug around for a spare set of clothes.
“You don’t mind?”
“Nope. I wouldn’t have offered if we did,” I said gently.
“Yeah, I’m bad for that.” He chuckled, but it was hollow. “I’m so used to people offering stuff but not expecting you to take them up on it, so I ask out of habit.”
“Why would someone offer something but not want the other person to take them up on it?” Ez handed Jett a bundle of clothes.
“To be polite.” He ran his hand over the folded hoodie on the top of the pile.
“We never offer anything we don’t mean,” Ez said seriously. “You don’t have to worry about those head games with us.”
Jett peered up at Ez through his lashes.
Jesus. How could he go from looking so lost and vulnerable one moment to sweet and submissive the next?
“How about you go take a shower and get changed, then we’ll do the same?” Ez asked, his tone soft and encouraging.
Jett nodded, a smile tilting his lips. “Thanks.” He looked around. “The bathroom is…”
“Next door.” Ez motioned to the far wall. “There.”
“Thanks.” He looked between us, but instead of saying anything, he scurried out of the room, clutching the clothes to his chest like a shield.
Wordlessly, Ez and I changed out of our work gear and into sweats and tees.
My mind raced with thoughts, most of them having to do with the fact that Jett was naked in our shower.
“What are you thinking about?”
Ez’s teasing voice knocked me out of my musings.
“Huh?” I blinked at him to clear my head.
He glanced at the bulge in my sweats. “Just wondering who inspired that.”
I pressed the heel of my hand against my dick. The last thing I needed was to pop wood when Jett was already so skittish around us. “I’ll give you three guesses.”
His smirk intensified as he stepped closer to me. “You wanna do something about it?”
My cock pulsed at both his words and the hot look he was giving me.
It didn’t matter how many years we’d been together or how many times he looked at me like that; it never failed to make my knees weak and my body tighten.
I glanced at the shared wall to the bathroom.
“I’ll be quick.” Ez dropped to his knees in front of me and dragged the front of my sweats and boxers down, freeing my dick so it bobbed in the air like a divining rod. “Remember to be quiet,” he added with a wicked grin.
Ez gripped my base and gave me a hard stroke. Keeping his eyes on mine, he lifted his free hand and put one finger in his mouth, wetting it. “Spread those legs for me, my sweet.”
I obeyed, widening my stance as much as I could with my pants around my knees. My breaths came out in quick little pants. I loved when he used that tone. It was low and raspy and intimate while still being commanding.
Without preamble, Ez swallowed my cock all the way to the root and sucked hard, rubbing his tongue against my shaft in that way he knew I loved.
I bit my lip to stop from moaning as he reached between my legs and pressed his finger against my hole.
Eagerly, I bore down and pushed back, forcing him to enter me fast and hard.
He pulled off my dick with a low chuckle. “So impatient.” He gave my tip a kittenish lick and dragged his finger over my prostate.
The sound I let out was a mix between a moan and a grunt—and was way too loud. The walls in the house were paper thin, and the running water wouldn’t do much to muffle things.
“Come on, baby.” Ez worked my prostate like the pro he was, his eyes burning with lust. “You like that? You gonna come for me?”
Gripping his shoulder with one hand to steady myself, I put the other over my mouth to stifle my cries.
He grinned and swallowed my dick again, sucking hard and moving over me at the perfect pace.
I rocked my hips, desperately chasing the pleasure as I drove my cock down Ez’s throat and slammed back on his finger.
Moaning around my dick, Ez shoved his hand into his sweats, his arm moving furiously as he jerked off.
My body tightened at the sight, pushing me closer to the edge.
The water turned off. I froze, expecting Ez to pull off me.
He shot me a wicked look and swallowed around my cockhead, rubbing my prostate exactly the way I needed.
I cried out against my palm, pressing hard to stifle the sound, my body giving in to pleasure as I rocked my hips again, resuming my rhythm.
Knowing that Jett was in the next room was hot, but not because I wanted him to overhear us or because he could walk in on us. Ez and I were exhibitionists, as the regulars of Envy could attest to, but that wasn’t what made this so hot.
It was knowing that he was in our bathroom, naked. It reminded me of the first time we met and what transpired in that hotel room after we’d all showered.
The fan in the bathroom shut down, but before I could worry about Jett leaving the bathroom and catching us, Ez groaned around my cock, the sound low and deep.
I looked down just in time to see him spill over his hand and onto the floor, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he sucked me through his orgasm.
That was enough to send me over the edge, and I came with a matching groan, shooting down his waiting throat as my orgasm hit in waves, ebbing and flowing in rhythmic pleasure until it tapered out.
We stayed locked like that for a moment, enjoying the lingering afterglow, until the bathroom door opened, the clicking of the lock audible in the quiet room.
Gently, Ez let my cock fall from his lips and pulled his finger out of me. I let go of his shoulder, my legs still a bit shaky. Standing orgasms always hit harder for some reason.
Ez stood and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “That’s better,” he murmured, a cocky smirk on his lips.
I shot him a flat look as he pulled back. His smirk melted into a grin.
“Do you want to shower first?” Ez asked.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
With a knowing grin, Ez gave me another quick kiss and then left the bedroom.