Chapter Five #2
The corners of Owen’s mouth quivered briefly, like he was fighting back a smile or a laugh. He kept a stoic expression on his face when he nodded. Tyler only wanted genuine reactions from Owen and made that rule number one.
“First, I don’t want you holding back or stifling your reactions because you’re not sure how I will react. I might be inexperienced in some areas, but I’m a quick study.”
Owen raked his gaze over Tyler’s body. “I can see that. What else?”
Tyler nibbled his bottom lip while he considered his next rule. Owen brushed a thumb over his mouth and saved the tender flesh from self-inflicted wounds.
“These rules apply to you too,” Owen said. “Don’t hold back your thoughts. What else do you need from me?”
Snippets of Tyler’s shower fantasy played in his mind, and he swayed forward until his body pressed fully against Owen, who wrapped the towel around his back to hold him in place. “I’m getting your clothes wet.”
“Then I’ll change,” Owen husked. “Tell me what you want.”
“Kiss me whenever you want,” Tyler blurted. Once he broke the ice, the rest of his words tumbled free too. “Putting the responsibility on me will cause a bunch of anxiety neither of us need.”
Owen took the towel and ran it in slow circles over Tyler’s back. “Does that include touching too?”
Tyler’s lips parted on a moan as Owen’s terry-cloth-covered hand inched closer and closer to his ass. “Yes, please. Trust me to speak up when I’m not ready for something.”
Owen leaned forward and kissed Tyler’s neck. “Okay.” His warm breath and soft lips made Tyler shiver hard. Owen dropped the towel and slid both hands over the curve of his ass, touching bare cheeks for the first time.
Tyler moaned and swayed a little. “I…uh…can’t think of anything else right now.”
Owen pressed another kiss on his neck, and he bounced Tyler’s ass with his palms. “We can talk about any—”
Tyler cut him off with a ferocious kiss.
He was all tongue and teeth—no finesse—but Owen’s sexy growl said he didn’t mind one bit as he alternated between bouncing Tyler’s ass cheeks and squeezing them together.
If Owen just inched his fingers over a few inches, Tyler could have his touch where he craved it most.
He pulled his mouth away from Owen’s and stared into his eyes. “I took your advice.” When Owen only raised his brow, Tyler said, “I closed my eyes and imagined the two of us together while I was in the shower.”
Owen grinned smugly. “I did a little of that myself. It’s why I wasn’t in time to join you.”
Tyler recalled what Owen looked like when he jerked off and whimpered softly. He swayed again, and Owen caught him by placing both hands on his hips. “I touched myself but pretended it was you.”
Owen groaned and kissed a path along Tyler’s shoulder. “Care to be more specific?”
“I fingered my ass a little,” Tyler said. “As far as I could go with the weird angle. I wanted it to be you.”
Owen gripped his hips tighter. “Ty, baby.”
Closing his eyes, Tyler nuzzled his nose against Owen’s neck. “I like that.”
“Fingering yourself or when I call you baby?”
Tyler chuckled. “Yes.”
Owen wedged a hand between their bodies and caressed his pelvis. Tyler shivered and wrapped his arms around Owen’s neck. Wicked fingertips inched closer to his pubic hairline but never dipped lower. “God, you terrify me.”
That caught Tyler by surprise, and he took a step back. “Me?”
Owen stared into his eyes and said, “You make me believe something truly wonderful could be mine.”
“Good.”
They kissed for a long time, their hands exploring freely under the new rules, mostly concentrating on one another’s asses. Owen seemed obsessed with the shape of Tyler’s, while Tyler wondered how Owen’s glutes would flex when he penetrated inside him.
“Think we can skip breakfast?” Tyler asked between kisses. “Exist on whoopie pies and coffee for a while?”
Owen turned them around and guided Tyler down onto the couch.
Unfortunately, he landed on the whoopee pie Owen had dropped.
The whipped filling squished out from the middle and smeared against Tyler’s right ass cheek.
Owen’s eyes widened momentarily before a wicked gleam settled in their blue depths.
“Looks like I can have my cake and eat it too,” Owen said.
Tyler arched a brow in question but didn’t resist when Owen guided him to kneel on the couch with his ass in the air. He felt awkward and too exposed until Owen’s wet, hot tongue swiped a trail through the cream filling on his ass cheek. “Oh…ohhhhh. My god.”
“Mmhmm,” Owen said after a second lick. “I want to eat this every day.”
Did he mean the cream or the ass? Tyler was okay with either and would roll around in the cream until it covered him from head to toe.
“Sugar and spice,” Owen said as he worked his way closer to Tyler’s butt crack. He pulled the cheeks apart to expose even more of Tyler. “And everything nice.” He felt Owen’s hot breath against his quivering pucker. Surely, he wouldn’t lick him there. People didn’t do that.
Owen chuckled and said, “Oh yes, they do.” Tyler didn’t realize he’d spoken his thoughts out loud. Owen turned his head and rubbed his face against Tyler’s ass and then nipped one of the cheeks. “But only when you’re ready.”
Tyler wanted to scream he was ready now, but it would be a lie, and they promised complete honesty. He did like it when Owen licked the filling off his ass, so he pointed to his right cheek and said, “I think you missed a spot.”
Their phones went off simultaneously with incoming texts, eliciting groans from both men. They never received messages before breakfast, which meant they were either getting harassed in a group chat or there was an emergency.
“We could ignore it,” Owen suggested.
Tyler inhaled deeply and rolled over to sit on the couch. “Better not. My phone is across the room. What’s yours say?”
Owen reluctantly removed his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen. “It’s a message from Cash. He’s requesting a family meeting at breakfast.”
Tyler checked the time on his alarm clock and snagged the towel off the floor and the crushed whoopie pie off the couch. “Better get a move on.”
He got dressed and ready in a matter of minutes, but Owen stopped him at the door before he could open it.
“We don’t owe an explanation to anyone, okay?” Owen looked suddenly nervous, as if he worried Tyler might regret what happened between them if someone mentioned it.
“These are our friends.” Then, he recalled how Cash phrased his text. “Our family,” Tyler corrected. “They only want the best for us.”
Owen scrunched up his face for a few seconds as he considered that.
“I’ll give you that,” he said, “but the two of us have stuck our noses in a few places they shouldn’t have been.
It’s hard to imagine there won’t be some payback, though I suspect I’ll take the brunt of it.
” He pressed a kiss to Tyler’s mouth. “You’ll tell me if it gets to be too much? ”
“I promise.”