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I wake up alone in a bed that’s not my own.
cue the eyes emoji
I swallow. “Right, I should just—” I make it halfway across the room, when Waylon moves abruptly, putting himself in front of me, halting my steps. “—go,” I finish, blinking at eyes that seem so much richer in this lighting. Warmer.
“I gotta go.” His lashes flutter rapidly, startled. “What?” I walk around him, attention laser-focused on the pile of clothes I left by the bathroom door. The shirt’s wrinkled to shit, and I’m pretty sure there’s a blue vomit stain on my jeans, but at least my boxers are relatively clean. A hand grips my shoulder from behind just as I reach the door to the bathroom. “Don’t.” I freeze. With my back still to Waylon, I slide my eyes shut and count to three. “Don’t what?” His breaths seem to have sped up, and I can feel the warm puffs of air on my naked back. That’s how close he is. “Go,” he says
...more
But what he’s saying is what I’ve been secretly waiting for over ten fucking years to hear, so I don’t dare stop him now.
“Then one day, it was your smile I was noticing,” he says faintly, face scrunching up as his eyes dart to the pinched corners of my lips. “What it did to me...I never knew a smile could make me feel so full. Like I was worth something. Like I mattered. And I remember wanting to see it as often as possible.”
“And all I could think was that I wanted to kiss you. Because who else other than my best friend with the eyes like the ocean I’d always wanted to see, and the smile that made me feel like I was something—”
Waylon gasps as I crash my mouth to his and I catch it with my tongue. We both freeze—mouths and tongues paused in a still-frame of warm, wet contact.
Waylon moans and then he’s sinking, sinking, sinking into me. His eyes fall shut and mine aren’t far behind as I gather his body against me. We nearly trip over each other as I all but drag him toward me, lining us up perfectly. The doorknob digs into my back, and the towel can’t be more than one measly tug away from falling. But we are kissing. God, are Waylon and I kissing.
“I’m sweaty,” he mumbles against my lips. “Don’t care.”
A grunt punches out of me as he uses all his strength to shove me against the wall, pinning me with his body. Rattling the door frame. He’s leaner than me, but only just. My perfect match in every fucking way.
His piercing bumps against the back of my teeth and I flick it with the tip of my tongue. My hand lowers to his ass, his sweats soft under my palms. I dig my nails in, and Waylon arches into me. We’re both hard as steel, lined up together perfectly. As if this is where we were always meant to be.
As much as I don’t want to, I force myself to slow down. Take a breath. Pause. Because as much as I’d love to devour him whole, I have questions. So many fucking questions. And concerns, because we all know what happened last time, and I can’t stand the thought of sending him spiraling once more. No. If we’re doing this, we’re going to do it right.
yes cause nobody has time for that
“I’m tired of fighting you, of fighting this, of fighting...everything. I just...I want...” He sighs raggedly. He glances down, face wrinkling with frustration. “I need to know, okay? I need to know.” My heart pounds in my chest. “Need to know what exactly?” He scoffs. “You know what.” “Yeah, well, I’m going to need you to spell it out for me.” He growls in frustration, then, “I need to know this is real.”
“I want you,” I tell him simply. “Just you. More than I probably fucking should. Only you.”
I suck in my cheek. Knowing I’m probably way out of line, but unable to stop myself—not when his eyes all but beg for reassurance—I drop my hand to his cock, grabbing him firmly through his sweats. A surprised whimper escapes him, and fuck, if that isn’t the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. “And you’re hard.”
“You might not be able to trust what you feel,” I tell him, easing my hand back so I’m no longer touching him, “but your body doesn’t lie.” I lean forward just enough to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “It fucking sings for me.”
:)
“With that being said, you still call the shots here. If you want me to stop, I stop. No matter what. If you can’t trust anything else, trust in that.” I pause meaningfully. “You’re safe with me.”
He looks up then, searching my gaze with an unreadable, yet determined expression I’ve never seen on his face before. “And you need to trust me when I tell you I want to try. I might not know where we go from here, but right now—in this fucking second—I am saying yes. And I don’t know if that’s enough for you. I know it’s not fair to ask of you, after what you told me that morning on the porch. But right now, I want this. I want you. I need—” I shut him up with my mouth, crushing our lips together once more in a powerful, resounding kiss that rips whatever thread of doubt I had left.
I bunch his shirt with my fists, taking the lead this time as I start walking him backward toward the bed.
big top energy
Jesus Christ, I need to touch him. Taste him. I want it all.
Cheeks flushed, Waylon shrugs and spreads his hands as if daring me to stake my claim. As if to say, Is this what you want?
he's so cute
He arches a knowing, challenging brow. “Show me, City Boy.”
And the next I’m falling, falling, falling— Shoved onto the bed, I hardly have a second to register the ceiling above me and the mattress beneath me before a large body is crawling its way up mine. Hands find my wrists, pinning them above my head in a vice-like grip that hurts in all the best ways.
He narrows his eyes. “I can’t decide which one I like more.” “What?” He reaches over and pinches my nipple at the same time he lifts up and crashes his lips to mine. I grunt into his mouth as that wicked fucking tongue of his flicks over the metal barbell going through mine at the same time he tugs on the one in my nipple.
It’s like he found a direct line to my balls. I swear I nearly bust my load right then and there. It’s not like girls haven’t played with my piercings before, but there’s something about a guy’s rough touch combined with his no-holds-barred confidence that just presses all the buttons I didn’t know I even had.
Running on instinct, I spread my thighs to accommodate his size as I shove the terrycloth away, smoothing my hand over his hot skin. A deep, guttural moan rumbles over the base of my neck as I give his bare ass cheek a firm squeeze. At the same time, I thrust up against him.
This isn’t the first time we’ve been naked together, but it may as well be. Now that I can actually see him. Now that I’m stone-cold sober. Now that I’m no longer running from this. From what I want. Who I want.
Logically, I know we’re just about the same size, but there’s just something about having another guy’s dick in your face that really drives the point home: I’m really fucking doing this.
“Will,” I all but beg, tugging on his hand like I’m a child. It’s pathetic, but I feel too unhinged to care. Bordering on panic. He can’t stop, not now. Because I fear if I don’t go through with...with whatever this is now, I never will.
“It’s not like it’s rocket science, right? Just take one potentially pleasurable stimulus—say, you know, like hairy gross men from the ’70s, and young guys screaming as their virgin assholes were ripped open,
okay yeah the vibe is def dead after reading ts
I give him a little shove, not hard enough to hurt or move him, but enough to startle him. “Did you just push me?” he asks in disbelief. “So what if I did? What are you going to do about it?” He gives me a look like he has no fucking idea what to do with me. Well, he better figure it the fuck out, because after that nice little trip down memory lane, I think I’m owed a bit of a reward.
lol
He chuckles low and dangerously. “Babe, you’re playing with fire.”
“So, do you? Will you?” He smiles broadly, wagging his brows. “Pun totally intended.”
Will watches me with a tiny frown as I grip his hand and slide it. Right over my dick. His eyes flare and he seems to release a shaky breath. “Make me forget,” I find myself saying. He stills. I swallow. Hard. Then, “You’re the only one who can.”
He tucks his hands into my pants, bypassing my boxers, so his knuckles are right against my bare skin. He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t try to make sure I’m still on board with this. He just pulls down my pants like it’s always been his God-given mission in life to get me naked. And hallelujah for that.
and the next, there’s a hot, heavy palm encasing my dick. A rough thumb rubs over the damp head, pressing down on the little divot there like he’s had the secret to my downfall all along. I groan, dropping my head back into the mattress.
My heels dig into the side of the mattress as if scrambling for purchase while my hips start fucking his hand of their own volition.
His hand starts to slow, and I whimper in protest. Maybe later, I’ll be embarrassed, but right now, all I feel is need. Stark, hot need. “Please.”
we got ourselves a begger, everyone
He looks up at me through his lashes with a smile that should be fucking illegal. “Gonna make you feel so good.” My toes curl—actually fucking curl—with anticipation as he starts trailing open-mouthed kisses over my stomach, tracing the grooves of my clenched-to-shit muscles with his tongue.
As if they have a mind of their own, my hands cup the sides of his skull, and I start pushing him down toward where I want him. He chuckles, flashing me a knowing look through his lashes. “Pushy.” “Tease,” I say through my teeth. “Just suck me already.”
freak nugget
His hair tickles my skin, and then it’s his breath tickling the head of my cock as he blows over it, and I’m pretty sure I die. I’m dead. The end.
Will lifts his head to look up at me, holding the head of my cock mere millimeters from his mouth. His words dance along my too-tight, too-hot skin as he tells me, “Don’t look away.”
His eyes sparkle with a knowing sort of mischief and something else—something deeper. Something like...relief. Like he’s been fucking waiting for this moment. Like he’s finally where he’s always wanted to be.
My cock’s not the fucking Holy Grail, but Mother of God, if he’s not watching me like he’s finally found his single, sole purpose in life.
A hand finds mine as if he knows—as if he senses how big this is. He tangles his fingers with mine, gripping tight, as if he needs the reassurances too. You’re not alone, this is real, I’ve got you, I’ve got you—
He’s got his hand working in tandem with his mouth, and he’s sucking my balls into his mouth, running his tongue over me like I’m the best damn dessert he’s ever had. I’m white-knuckling his hair as he urges me to fuck his hand. Hips thrashing wildly, chasing that highest peak. And then it’s his mouth again as he swallows me whole in one fell swoop. Goddamn, the guy can deep-throat.
My vision seems to white out as I pump into Will’s throat, over his tongue, splashing his lips as he pulls off me.
I feel like I’ve just ran a mile. Breathless, I give my head a little shake, and I just dive in. Crushing my mouth to his in a sloppy, messy kiss.
His body jerks as the first wave of his orgasm barrels over him. Warmth surrounds my hand, my spent dick—pooling into the covers beneath us. But I don’t care. I don’t fucking care about anything other than the eyes rolling back before me as Will comes apart in my arms.
“Will?” “Yeah?” “Stop.”
