Chapter 25
Leon
Holy shit, he made me see fireworks.
No, wait, those are actual fireworks. There’s a loud bang and a burst of green that covers the hallway walls in light as I make my way back outside.
I sent Auggie out before me because, first, I needed to get the blood back to my brain, and second, it’s beyond hot to think of him walking around the party, hard and unable to do anything about it.
That quickie was … mmm. I can still smell him. Can still feel the heat coming off his dick that I’m quickly becoming obsessed with. Big cocks have always been a weakness of mine, but paired with his lithe body and sweet face … how will I ever walk away knowing all that’s on offer?
I hadn’t even realized he’d been watching me talk to Bart.
And yeah, the guy was interesting, but sexually, there was nothing.
I’d tried. I’d tried to check him out and make my body react to his muscles and his height and his low voice, but what I’d said to Auggie was true.
Every time I’d tried to picture him dropping to his knees, all I’d see was big green eyes and soft curls and flushed cheeks.
Auggie has nothing to worry about.
Me though? Yeah, I have a lot to worry about.
Like the tightness in my throat when I step outside and see him staring skyward, watching the fireworks burst above him, awe curling his lips.
Like the intense need I have to run my hand through his hair and pull him against my side.
Or the way I want to kiss his forehead.
Or smile at him just so I can see him smile back.
No one is paying me any attention as I approach him. He’s bouncing on his toes a little, turning his head to watch each new burst of light, and the colors playing over his skin make him look even more beautiful than usual.
Auggie doesn’t even react as I wind my arms around his waist and pull him back against me.
“I want a turn,” he says, pointing to where Circus is standing farther down the lawn, by the creek, as he sets the fireworks off.
“That’s an awesome idea … if you want me driving you to emergency instead of home.”
He laughs softly and relaxes back against my chest. His head tucks perfectly under my chin, and as we stand here watching the display, I relax too.
Here, surrounded by my friends and people I’ve known nearly all my life, is my safe space. Sure, it would have been nice for Rafe and Laura to be here too, but I understand why Circus held off from inviting them.
I lean down a little and bury my nose in Auggie’s curls.
Damn, I love that smell. I can’t even blame being drunk for getting handsy with him because I’ve only had two beers in anticipation of going home with him later.
Maybe I should be anxious someone will see me holding him; maybe I should question what it means.
Maybe I should be more careful so that no lines are getting crossed, but they’re already haywire in my brain, so how the hell am I supposed to make sense of it all?
Logically, I have no idea what I’m doing. This is the total definition of being out of my depth.
All I know is what my gut is telling me. To keep touching him, to keep holding him, to keep him close. To show him that he turns me on and makes me happy and that maybe I want him around more than I can admit.
I want to build him up. To help him see his full potential.
Because he’s more than an accident waiting to happen or someone I should be embarrassed to be seen with.
The way he powered through when I was down-and-out proved that.
He can do anything he sets his mind to.
Auggie squirms in my arms. “Tanner is watching us.”
“And?”
“And? You don’t care that he can see you holding me like this?”
I should care. I should be worried about what people will think, or what they’ll say, but that’s never been me.
And honestly, it’s sort of hard to care when it feels this right.
“Nope. I have to put up with him and Royce being permanently attached to each other, he can deal with seeing some post-orgasm affection.”
I swear his shoulders stiffen slightly. “You are a total snuggle monster, I guess.”
“I’ve gotta give my needy killer what he wants.”
Another soft laugh. My arms tighten around him, wanting him closer.
“What if all I want is to get out of here?” He turns his head, and I swear the way he looks at me will never not make my heart stop.
“Let’s go, then.”
I grab his hand and lead him back through the party. I don’t stop to say goodbye to anyone because the last thing I want right now is to explain the unexplainable. All I want is to get Auggie back to his place, to get naked, and for us to lose ourselves in each other’s bodies.
I’ve made the drive back from Circus’s house about a million times, and I swear it’s never felt farther away than it does tonight.
We finally pull up in the small parking lot behind the hardware store, and I follow Auggie out of my truck.
He leads the way up the stairs, and it takes all of my willpower not to reach up and grab his hips and sink my teeth into his bubble butt.
I give Auggie enough time to open his door, and then I can’t hold back anymore. Sometimes I like to take my time, sometimes I like to edge my partners, and other times, like now, I have need thrumming so strongly through my body it’s like a second pulse. Holding back is impossible.
I cup his jaw as I kiss him, tilting his head up toward me, working my tongue past his lips and licking into his mouth.
Auggie lets out a little whimper and claws at my shoulders, trying to take hold and steady himself as he returns the force of my kiss.
It makes my head spin. Auggie and me. To think that if I let my damn brain get in the way, none of this would be happening now.
I break the kiss long enough to pull Auggie’s shirt off, and he immediately starts working the buttons open on mine. As soon as he pushes it from my shoulders, I’m back attacking his mouth as I loop one arm around his waist and lift him. His legs close tight around me as I walk him to the bed.
He’s small but has weight to him, and I love the feel of him in my arms. Smooth skin, warm body. A scent that’s so distinctly Auggie. I don’t focus on how right it feels. Just hold him longer, kiss him harder, revel in the feel of his tongue against mine and his breathing mixing with my own.
Then I toss him onto the mattress.
“Head over the side.”
He hurries to turn so his head hangs over the edge of the mattress as I shuck off my pants.
Having only come an hour ago, I’m not completely hard yet, but it’s not going to take long to get me there.
My gaze rakes over his pale chest, his pink nipples, the dips right next to his hip bones … yep, not long at all.
I press the tip of my cock to his lips.
“If it gets too much, tap my thigh,” I tell him. I hope it’s not too much. I want to wreck him.
“I’m sure I can take it.” The sexy challenge in his voice is all I need.
I push forward into the wet heat of his mouth and don’t stop until I feel the resistance at the back of his throat. Auggie automatically tips his head more, and with one small thrust, I push inside and my eyes almost roll at the pressure.
I fuck his throat with short, quick thrusts, watching the bulge moving in and out of his neck. He takes me like a champ, swallowing and panting short breaths through his nose that hit my balls …
Then I reach down and wrap my hands around his throat.
Auggie immediately gags around me, and it feels so good I do it again and again. He doesn’t tap out, but I still loosen my hold and pull free from his lips to check in.
“This okay?”
He doesn’t even open his eyes, just answers by sucking me back into his mouth. Spit has dribbled out of the sides of his lips, and with Auggie showing no signs of backing off, I let myself go.
I pick up the pace and force of my thrusts, wrap my hands back around his throat, and increase the pressure with every pass, and fuck he takes it all. He gags and chokes and forces quick breaths, but instead of tapping out, he grabs my ass and keeps me buried deep inside him.
It makes me want to keep going until I finish, but the prickling in my balls warns me to stop before I come down his throat.
I have plans.
I pull out, my dick mourning the loss of his mouth, and as soon as Auggie is free, he starts gasping and coughing as I haul him into my arms. Tears are streaming down his reddened face, and his pouty lips are swollen and used.
But he’s smirking.
“Did I do good?” he asks, voice needy and rough.
The question loosens something in my chest. I want to reassure him, to tell him he was perfect, but I’m worried about what might come out, so instead, I take his mouth with mine again. Seal our lips together, force my tongue so deep into his mouth I can barely breathe.
“My turn.” I shove him back and make quick work of stripping him naked. His long, thick cock is hard and leaking over his stomach, and goddamn this man is perfect for me.
I lean down and wrap my lips around him, loving the way his dick fills my mouth completely.
A moan builds at the taste, the heat, the fat head nudging the back of my throat.
I doubt I’ll ever be able to deep-throat him, but I take as much as I can, loving the fullness, loving the slight stretch and burn as he pushes deeper.
I work my way up and down, absolutely crazy over him.
“Not going to last long,” he gasps, words all high-pitched and thin. I withdraw, dragging my teeth up his shaft and making him hiss. My jaw already aches from a few minutes around him, but all that means is I need more practice.
Lots more.
As much as he’ll give me.
Without a word, I grab the lube and two condoms. Auggie eyes them but keeps quiet, even as I pour lube over my fingers and start to rub them over his hole. I catch his questioning stare and wink.
“I’m going to need some time to make sure you’ll fit. Figured I’d give my dick something to do while we wait.”
His eyes go wide. “You mean I really get to fuck you?”
“You say that like I haven’t been picturing it since the moment I saw you naked.”