Chapter Twenty-Five
SCREW BEING a gentleman.
Lewis hauls Tad into his lap and Tad comes willingly, tearing at Lewis’s sweatshirt as they kiss. His hands run up Lewis’s chest and Lewis lets out a filthy moan. Jesus he’s already rock hard.
They break apart for Tad to pull Lewis’s shirt over his head and Tad lets out a sob of need, grabbing one of Lewis’s pecs as he ducks his head to maul Lewis’s neck with his lips and tongue and teeth.
Lewis grabs his ass with both hands and pulls him closer, and now Tad’s cock is pressed into his stomach. Tad pants against Lewis’s neck and rolls his hips. Lewis sees white.
“I’m gonna come before I even get your pants off.” Lewis attacks the offending closure of said garment as Tad huffs a sexy laugh and redoubles the movement of his hips. All Lewis can do is moan, but he gets the jeans open, zipper hot as he pulls it down over Tad’s dick.
“I might too,” Tad growls.
“So hurry up, is what I’m hearing?”
“Definitely hurry up.”
Of course, with Tad’s thighs bracketing Lewis’s, the jeans are going nowhere, and as much as Lewis wants to get Tad naked, this is also really hot. Tad’s mouth has moved down Lewis’s neck to his collarbone, and then to a nipple, which he’s working over with no regard to Lewis’s ability to last. Lewis shoves his hands down the back of Tad’s jeans, straight into his briefs, and squeezes .
Tad lets out a wanton sound and grinds up on Lewis. He jams his hands between their bodies to yank the waistband of Lewis’s sweats lower, and the moment they’re under his cock still isn’t enough. Lewis needs to feel Tad’s skin against his right now . All of it, every inch, every sweaty, sexy centimeter of it.
Unfortunately getting Tad’s clothes off involves removing his hands from Tad’s ass, and Tad’s ass is like 75 percent of his world right now. He runs a finger down, from the base of Tad’s spine into his cleft, and he spreads Tad one-handed and strokes his hole.
“ Fuck ,” Tad hisses, right before his teeth clamp down on Lewis’s nipple.
Lewis’s hips buck and he clenches every muscle from his ass to his abs to keep from shooting in his boxer briefs. “Oh my god, oh my god .”
When his vision clears, Tad is unbuttoning his own shirt and wriggling off Lewis’s lap. “Fuck me,” he orders. He strips his jeans and briefs off in one motion and steps out of them as he tosses his shirt aside.
Then he gets on the floor on his hands and knees. “Fuck me,” he repeats, like he’s going to die if Lewis doesn’t obey. Tad grabs his own cock, breathing hard as he strokes himself slowly.
Lewis gets out of his remaining clothes as fast as he can and practically runs to retrieve the lube from Tad’s bedside table. They’ve both been tested since their last partners, so they haven’t been using condoms, and just the thought of another round of barebacking makes Lewis leak.
When he gets back to Tad, he flops on the floor. “C’mere,” he murmurs, pulling Tad down on top of him and finding his mouth.
Partly, Lewis just needs a cool down. He’ll come the minute he gets inside Tad. But mostly, Lewis wants to lavish Tad with attention and tenderness and care, so he holds him close, kissing and touching him everywhere.
He can feel their pre-cum slicked between them. Tad’s back is sweaty. Lewis could lick his whole body, savoring the way each part tastes.
“You’re not fucking me,” Tad says between kisses.
“Mm, not yet.”
Tad grinds his cock into Lewis’s, which makes both of them groan. “Guess I have to suck you off to convince you,” he says, rolling off Lewis and turning around so his head is at Lewis’s hips.
Before Tad can make good on that promise, Lewis hooks a hand around Tad’s thigh and pulls him closer, until Tad straddles his chest. Lewis runs his hands up and down Tad’s legs and kisses the soft insides of his thighs. He licks the hot, velvet skin. Breathes Tad in. “Sit on my face,” he murmurs, nuzzling upward into Tad’s musk.
Under his hands, Tad’s thighs tremble. “Really?”
With a low growl of a laugh, Lewis says, “Yeah, really.” He strokes Tad’s flanks. “If you want to, that is. If you’re not into it—”
“God, yes I’m into it.”
Lewis runs his tongue along Tad’s leg again, tugging him closer. He’s the luckiest man alive—this view, Tad’s balls and cock and the sweet cleft of his ass; the way the muscles in his legs are working; the soft, reddish-gold fur of his leg and pubic hair, which Lewis could bury his face in and just breathe and breathe.
Lewis lets his voice go low and husky. “Let me taste you.”
With a moan, Tad lowers his ass. Lewis spreads him and licks. At the first touch of his tongue to Tad’s hole, Tad gasps. Lewis feels the muscle flex against the flat of his tongue and he licks more thoroughly, teasing Tad, tasting him, getting him worked up and slick.
Lewis never wants to stop eating Tad out. The noises Tad’s making are pure filth, the dirtiest thing Lewis has ever heard in his life, and he keeps letting out strings of just-coherent praise and begging.
When Lewis shoves his tongue inside Tad’s ass, Tad sobs, “Oh fuck oh Lewis god that’s good, god you’re amazing, oh fuck yeah that’s it, just like that, right there—”
He’s circling his hips on Lewis’s face as Lewis holds him there, licking and eating his fill and getting closer and closer to coming. He’s pretty sure he rimmed Tad that night in Vegas, but the memories are too hazy. This is bright and searing and burning itself into his body and brain.
Lewis’s breakpoint rushes him, liquid ecstasy pooling in his gut, and he has to push Tad away a little to stop himself from coming. Tad’s taste lingers on his tongue.
Above him, Tad shifts clumsily, like his limbs won’t work in concert anymore. Now he’s the one who flops on the floor, stretched out against Lewis. “Are you going to fuck me now?” Tad asks. His words are hazy and careful, like he can’t remember exactly how to talk.
Lewis takes him in—pupils blown wide, hairline damp and dark, lips swollen and red. Sweat running down his body. Wordlessly, he pulls Tad in with a hand cupped around the back of his neck. As they kiss, mouths open, tongues fucking into each other’s mouths, Lewis rolls them over so he’s on top, Tad’s lean body under his.
He tears himself from Tad’s mouth and kisses down his neck. “You still want it on all fours?” he manages to ask. Words are hard. Thinking is hard. The only thing driving him is the absolute necessity of fucking Tad. Nothing else matters.
Tad groans and grabs for the lube. “Just—please—anywhere. Now. I just want you.” His hips arch and his cock pushes into Lewis’s hip. It’s wet and sticky and Lewis would totally go in for a taste if he didn’t think putting Tad’s dick in his mouth would make him come.
They both take a second, breathing hard, before Tad squeezes lube into his palm. As he slicks Lewis up, then himself, he whimpers and says hoarsely, “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Unng,” Lewis manages.
Tad spreads his legs, locking them around Lewis’s back. Lewis grabs one behind the knee and pushes it up as he guides himself in.
And oh. Oh. This is still new, but Lewis can’t imagine ever getting used to this feeling. Tad is so tight, so hot, but there’s hardly any resistance as Lewis slides inside. He has to stop—they both have to stop, because Tad’s breathing sounds labored. Lewis’s hand slips in the sweat behind Tad’s knee, so he leans his forehead against Tad’s calf before he licks a long line down his leg.
Then he moves. They move. It’s not Lewis fucking Tad, it’s the two of them fucking each other, Tad meeting Lewis thrust for thrust. Tad’s heat is unbearable, and Lewis just—he needs it, needs more, needs to be as deep as he can get so he can bury himself in that heat and burn up. It’s all he wants.
Tad has a hand buried in Lewis’s hair and when Lewis finds the right spot inside him, he arches and lets out a strangled, “ Lewis , that’s—oh god.”
“Is that good, baby?” Lewis pants.
“Oh fuck .”
He’ll take that as a yes.
Lewis makes sure he hits that spot on each thrust. Tad’s eyes roll into the back of his head; his mouth hangs open. Every inch of Lewis’s body is sparking with pleasure that’s about to explode. He reaches for Tad’s cock and jerks it, snapping his hips at the same time to get in deeper, to pound that spot in Tad that’s making him look like he’s seeing god.
Tad winds tight, yells, and comes all over Lewis’s hand, pulsing out thick, hot ropes that smear over both of them. His hips buck wildly, and he clenches so tight around Lewis, so so tight, and they’re both slicked in sweat and there’s cum smeared on their stomachs, and—
And yeah, Lewis comes so hard that he maybe blacks out for a second.
He collapses on Tad, who’s breathing like he just finished a 100 meter dash.
“Holy shit,” Tad slurs.
“Mm.” Lewis can do better than that. “Yeah.”
Apparently not much better.
They lie there catching their breath for a few minutes. Or maybe an hour. Lewis’s concept of time is hazy. There’s a vague awareness on the fringes of his brain that they should get cleaned up, but that seems like a lot of effort when he feels so good.
They might have fallen asleep there, except Hetty plants herself next to Tad and glares at Lewis.
“Oh no,” Lewis says. “Does Hetty know about the facts of life?”
“Hetty is an innocent, Lewis. What are you letting her see?” Tad pulls Lewis in for a long, slow kiss. “Stay the night?”
“Yes,” Lewis says. “Yes, definitely.”
EVEN THOUGH Lewis has only been part of Tad’s nightly routine a few times, he loves the domesticity of it. It cracks him up how Hetty runs around Tad in circles in the kitchen while he gets her canned food ready, and how she weaves between his legs while he sighs exasperatedly, “You know what, if I die, I can’t feed you, so this is really self-defeating behavior.” There’s zero real irritation in his voice, and it’s super sweet.
After Tad puts her food on the floor, he and Lewis brush their teeth in the cramped bathroom. It shouldn’t be nice to be in each other’s way, but Lewis likes it. Their shoulders press together and Tad gives him a shy smile.
In bed, Tad wraps himself around Lewis and lets out a contented sigh. Lewis strokes his back and holds him close. “Are you okay?”
Tad buries his face in the crook of Lewis’s neck and plants a gentle kiss there. “Yes. No? Being with you makes things better.”
Those words do something to Lewis. Molten gold lights him up inside, from the pit of his stomach, up through his rib cage, to his heart, and he feels… well, he feels the way he’s felt before, which he knows should scare the shit out of him, because that was the whole point of the Dating Break.
But maybe he just had to kiss a lot of frogs before he found his prince. Lewis may have fallen for Tad fast and hard, just like he always does, but Tad isn’t like the other men Lewis has been with.
Lewis takes a deep breath. “I think we should stop pretending we’re not dating.”
Saying that, it’s like something out of alignment finally slots back to place inside him.
There’s a hiccup of a breath from Tad, who shifts like he’s going to move away—then settles back into place. His embrace feels tighter. “What about your Dating Break?”
“Well, I mean.” Lewis presses his lips to the top of Tad’s head. Tad’s curls tickle his face. “I think when you’re spending several nights a week with the same guy, and you’re thinking about him all the time, and you miss him like crazy when you aren’t with him… yeah. If you still don’t want to say we’re dating, we don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Tad says so fast that it’s clear it’s what he wanted all along.
Lewis hugs him tight. “Sorry it took me so long to figure out.”
Tad shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I didn’t want to push and scare you off. I wanted… I wanted you to want it, I guess. If I made you feel pressured and then I just ended up being another guy who disappoints you….”
“Tad,” Lewis breathes, and kisses him, all soft heat and banked urgency. “Never. You couldn’t.”
It’s such a beginning-of-a-relationship thing to say, and maybe Tad won’t believe him. After all, Lewis has been pretty clear about his abysmal luck in the dating department.
They break the kiss slowly. “I hope I don’t,” Tad whispers.
Little claws tick on the floor, and a weight thumps onto the foot of the bed. Hetty purrs loudly on her way to her favorite spot—curled up next to Tad’s head. She detours to sniff Lewis’s face and he feels like a rare honor was just bestowed on him.
They never finished talking about what happened with Tad’s family, but that’s okay. Another time.