Chapter 10 #3
“I don’t know if there’s anything good on tonight,” Lee said, snatching up the remote and turning on the TV. “There’s that new mystery-thriller thing that everyone is talking about, but I haven’t watched the first episode.”
He put the program on anyhow, then settled back into the couch with Drew.
They were both silent, which was highly unusual for them.
That didn’t mean there wasn’t an entire conversation going on, though.
Lee could feel it in the way Drew breathed, in the way his body softened as he felt safe.
It was there in the way Drew stretched his arm across the back of the couch, resting his hand on Lee’s shoulder and pressing his fingertips into his muscle a little.
It was absolutely there when Drew glanced at him during the commercial break between shows and ended up staring at his mouth.
Drew was going to be the death of him. The man had more mixed signals than a screwed-up rail station. But Lee couldn’t be mad at him. The vulnerability in his dark, hooded eyes was too tender for Lee to feel anything but attraction to him.
Once the show ended—and Lee hadn’t paid a single second of attention to it—he couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Do we need to talk about this?” he asked in a low, honeyed tone.
Drew glanced from Lee’s mouth to his eyes and then back to his mouth again before shaking his head and saying, “No.”
He then raised a hand to cup the side of Lee’s face and surged in for a kiss.
Not just any kiss either. It was full and strong, taking what he wanted and exploring Lee’s mouth.
It wasn’t a kiss for show or to titillate the cameras.
There were no cameras for miles around. There was nothing but the two of them and the elephant that had been in the room for weeks now.
“If you’re not certain,” Lee began breathlessly when they paused for air.
“I’m certain,” Drew said, definitely meaning it, before bringing his mouth to Lee’s again.
The man knew how to kiss. The whole world had seen that in Cooked, but there was a world of difference between seeing someone kiss on a television and having their lips pressed against yours and their tongue exploring your mouth.
Lee was helpless to resist the urgency he’d felt where Drew was concerned almost from the beginning of their game.
He hooked his hand behind Drew’s neck and kissed him back with as much energy as Drew gave to him.
It was like heaven, full and deep, wet and needy.
It was the sort of kiss he wrote about but never thought he’d actually experience.
It didn’t stop with kissing. Drew pushed Lee just enough to send him sliding back so that he lay with his head and shoulders against the arm of the couch.
Definitely a top move. Lee didn’t let him take the upper hand entirely, though.
Not only did he kiss Drew back, he reached between them, fumbling with the fastenings of Drew’s jeans and pushing them down his hips enough so he could slide a hand into his boxer-briefs to draw his hard cock out.
Drew let out a desperate moan of pleasure that had Lee jerking against the zipper of his own jeans. He stroked Drew shamelessly, causing more sexy sounds of enjoyment. Moisture from the top of Drew’s cut cock dampened Lee’s hand.
It wasn’t enough. There was no going back now.
Even though he was prone, Lee reached up to grasp Drew’s jaw and kissed him hard while reaching down to hold Drew’s balls.
Drew’s breath came in fast, vocal pants, and as if he wanted to prove that he could give as well as take, he worked open the zipper of Lee’s jeans, pushed them and his underwear all the way down to his thighs, and took Lee’s dick in hand.
It felt so good that Lee groaned and bucked into the touch.
He wasn’t going to last more than a few minutes, but it didn’t seem to matter.
Drew was already frantic and jerking into his hand as their mouths found each other again.
Their tongues thrust and tasted as their hands worked.
The rest of the world disappeared, leaving nothing but the heat and desperation between the two of them.
In no way should the orgasm that suddenly overtook Lee have felt as good as it did. He didn’t have time to warn Drew with more than a grunt before he was gushing all over his hand and wrist.
Drew let out an almost painful, “Oh, shit,” before he exploded as well.
Lee was surprised that he was a shooter.
His cum ended up splashed all over Lee’s stomach and the bottom of his shirt, which hadn’t been pushed up enough.
They both cried out at the release and the overwhelming emotions that came with it.
Finally, panting too much to kiss effectively, the two of them sagged on the couch, pressing together, their active hands trapped between their bodies for a second.
Lee wasn’t sure if he could move, and to be honest, he didn’t really want to move.
He wanted to stay where he was, semi-naked and wrapped up with his maybe-not-so-fake boyfriend for as long as possible.
One thing was absolutely certain, though. No matter what the internet rumors or Hollywood gossip said, Drew Oberlin was definitely not straight.