Chapter 15 #2
My “Are you o—” was cut off when he bridged the gap between us, his lips connecting with mine. With his taste still in my mouth, I slid my tongue against his. Dylan’s breath hitched, and my cock throbbed. He liked how he tasted on my tongue. Fuck yeah.
Relief, heady and perfect, barreled into me when he gripped my cock. I ached, fucking yearned for him.
For his mouth. For his hand. For his ass. Anything and everything he would give me.
With a firm touch, he stroked me, fast and hard. His kisses didn’t stop, his attention never wavering despite my brain imploding.
I wanted to see, wanted to watch how I fucked his hand. But his kisses… warm, soft, perfect, I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.
He pulled away the tiniest of distances. “Come for me.”
I shuddered at the longing in his voice, thrilled at the growled demand.
“Next time you can fuck me bare and so fucking hard, I’ll—”
He didn’t get time to finish. There was no chance when his dirty words shot me over the edge until I was free-falling.
We watched my release streaming over his hand. Each pulse, each shudder as he milked me sent my pulse into overdrive.
How the fuck would I survive this?
“Oh fucking… fuck… Dyl….” I petered out, then claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss, even as I gave a final shudder in his hand.
He met me stroke for stroke, his lips moving against mine like we’d been born to do this.
Fuck… maybe we had.
We eased the kiss, an unspoken agreement, knowing we both needed to come up for air. Parting, we both released trembling breaths, our foreheads pressed against each other’s.
I could never regret this. Not ever.
But unlike last time, I didn’t think I could ignore it either. Not again.
“Will you shower with me?”
Tentatively spoken, his words washed over me with the warmth of an embrace.
He wasn’t running either. That had to mean something, right?
“Yeah.” I stood, not releasing my hold on him. “Not sure my knees could take much more.”
Dylan’s lips twitched, the action pulling my gaze. Red and swollen, his lips looked thoroughly fucked. Jesus, and that was just from my mouth on his. What would they look like after he sucked me off? I was desperate to find out.
My dick gave a valiant twitch, but not a chance it would stand to attention after coming so hard. Twice.
“I would say something about your age, but since we’re the same age…,” he sassed, and I grinned, what little uncertainty trying to gather in my gut fizzling away.
We stepped into the large shower and turned the water back on. Honestly, I’d been impressed I’d switched it off. Autopilot was a hell of a thing.
“You need help washing down?” I quirked my brow and kept my tone light.
Dylan studied me, and I fought hard to remain relaxed under his scrutiny.
“I’ll never say no to a back rub.”
And fuck it, I kissed him again. A slow, tender brush of lips, a gentle swipe of tongues, and I smiled against his mouth. Dylan eased away with a satisfied grin.
“You like the idea of rubbing my back, huh?”
Amused, I snorted and shook my head. “Turn your fine ass around.”
He did so, but not until he instigated another brief kiss. By the time his back was to me, my heart was in my throat and my hands were filled with shower gel.
This was really happening.
I massaged his pale, warm skin, digging my thumbs into his muscles as I went. Throaty groans escaped him as I continued to work my fingers over him.
“Not sure I can ever handle hearing your groans again without thinking about sex.” I punctuated my words with a nip to his shoulder and lathed the sting with gentle kisses.
“So we’re going to talk about this?” he asked, peering over his shoulder to look at me.
“I’d prefer to bury my fingers in your ass and sink into you, but since my dick’s not going to get up for a while, maybe we should.”
A muffled snort left him, and he turned around. That Dylan snaked an arm around me, his hand settling on my back, I interpreted as a win.
“That’s mighty generous of you.”
I bobbed my head, taking the moment to explore his body. When I reached his cock, desire unfurled in my gut. He was rock-hard.
“Jesus. Apparently not generous enough if you’re hard enough to hammer nails.”
Should I do something about that? Make an offer?
In the time it took for me to worry my lip and wonder if it was bad that I wasn’t already jacking him off, Dylan’s free arm curled around me. He pulled me close, blocking my view.
He peered up at me, amusement easy for me to read in his features.
“This isn’t tit for tat. We don’t have to keep score.”
I parted my lips to ask whether he remembered who he was talking to, but Dylan pushing me against the wall had me slamming my mouth shut and tore a grunt out of me.
“And yes, I know I’m talking to an athlete who literally scores for a living, and I know that shit counts for you,” he challenged, humor coloring his words, “but that’s not us.”
While that took the teasing out of my sails, I latched on to his words, asking, “So there’s an us?”
“Says the man to his husband.” Dylan quirked his brow high. And fine, he got me there, and I sure as shit realized how ridiculous I sounded. But wading through the unknown didn’t come with an instruction manual.
Not that I would have likely read that shit anyway.
“Fine, but you know what I mean.”
Twitching his lips, I suspected at my pouting, Dylan smacked my ass. I jumped at the contact and shot him the stink eye.
“Let’s get dry and we’ll talk.” He switched off the water and left the shower.
Unable to move, I fixed my gaze on his glutes, mesmerized by just how perfect they were.
When he grabbed a towel and turned, hard cock jutting out, I all but swallowed my tongue. Was it only a matter of fifteen minutes or so ago that I managed to wrap my lips around him?
The tingles in my balls let me know we would be absolutely up for doing that again. An achy jaw or not.
“You look like you want to eat me up.” The heat in his eyes belied the teasing in his tone.
“I’m thinking about it.”
Warm, soft skin wrapped around hard steel pushing deeply into my throat…. A shudder rippled through me at the memory.
“I—” He cleared his croaky throat.
I liked that a hell of a lot. How affected he was.
“Here.” A shaky breath escaped Dylan as he threw me a towel. “I think we need beer.”
With a chuckle, I dried off and considered walking into our room naked. Getting a rise out of Dylan was always fun. Now, getting a rise in the most literal sense took my joy to a whole new level.
But he was right. We needed to talk.
After I pulled on a pair of shorts, sans boxers, I accepted the cold beer from Dylan. Sitting on the couch in the living room of our suite, he looked surprisingly relaxed considering I could still see the hard outline of his dick trapped behind a pair of shorts.
“So….” Yeah, that was all I had.
Dylan’s huff of laughter cut through some of the awkwardness making this moment weird.
Sex we could apparently do. Be best friends, parent together even, but talk real shit like this… Jesus, this was so out of both of our comfort zones.
“You know we overshare all the time, right?”
Truth. “So why is this so weird?”
He took a pull of his beer, maintaining eye contact. When he finished, he shrugged, his discomfort mirroring my own. “We usually just know what the other person is thinking or feeling, so we don’t need to really talk things out like this.”
“That. That right there. You’re absolutely right.”
I reached out and we clinked bottles, both of us snickering but not clearing the awkwardness completely.
We’d shared so much with each other over the years. From that time we’d blurted out our sexualities, to the time Dylan had watched someone OD on a callout and proceeded to get so drunk, worrying me so much, that I’d jumped on a flight the same day to go and see him.
Then was the time he’d done the same for me when I’d freaked out about anal sex.
Which I suppose brought us full circle.
“So, we what?” I eyed Dylan carefully, trying to get a read on his expression. “Say what we think the other person is thinking or feeling or something?”
Dylan’s brows shot high. “I think that’s the worst idea in the history of ever.” His laughter was loud and abrupt, and I loved the sound of it. I let it wash over me and absorbed as much of it as I could.
“You have the best fucking laugh.”
His laughter petered out, his eyes springing wide as pink flushed his cheeks.
“Yeah?” A vulnerability I rarely heard dipped his tone low. “You’ve never said that before.”
“Because I’m a fucking idiot.”
“Well….” He cleared his throat, a cocky grin forming. “That’s something we both already knew.”
“Fuck off.”
Still looking at me with heat in his cheeks, he gnawed on his bottom lip. Jesus, it had been years since I’d seen him do that. Dylan always seemed so in control and certain about everything.
I saw the moment it happened. The instant he’d made some sort of decision. With a determined expression, he all but squared his shoulders.
At any other time, I may have ribbed him for it—him doing his resolute cop thing. But I was ensnared, caught completely in the unspoken conviction staring back at me.
My breathing shallowed as I waited him out. Thank Christ I didn’t have to wait long. I wasn’t sure my lungs could handle it.
“I don’t regret what we did.”
Air whooshed out of my lungs, relief in the ragged sound.
“I….” He trailed off, his cheeks blazing. “Fuck, I… I suppose I’m saying, I have no idea what this means for us, but I’m okay with it.”
“You’re ‘okay’ with it?” I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, mock, or be butt hurt.
From the narrowing of his eyes, Dylan apparently wasn’t so sure which way I was going either.
“You know what I mean.”
“I do?” I challenged. Sure, I’d agreed we usually knew what each other was thinking or really meant or whatever, but the fuck was I meant to do with his “I’m okay with it”?
“Are you being deliberately obtuse?”
“Well, I can’t do the splits, but I can manage a high kick.”