“I already told you, I’m going to give them up. They’ll be punished for what they did.”
“I wasn’t talking about the cops.”
I grab the back of his neck and pull his face closer, my heart thumping in my ears. “Don’t you dare do something you’ll get in trouble for. I don’t want you getting hurt either.”
His jaw untenses and that line between his eyebrows smooths itself out as his face relaxes. “Okay, I won’t.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good. Now, come here.”
His skin is clammy and warm. He smells the way he used to smell when we’d spend all day playing video games in his bed. I drag my good hand over his back and find his ass through his underwear. He groans into my mouth.
“Evan.”
“Yeah?”
“Let me suck your cock. Please?”
“Fuck.” He laughs, letting go of my arm with the cast, where he has it pinned protectively to my side before lying down beside me. “Have I told you you’re gonna kill me?”
“A couple of times.”
He hesitates. “I need a shower.”
“I don’t care.” My heart pounds at the thought of his smell. I need to get close to it. Need it, needhimto consume me.
I drag my lips over his neck and chest, taking his St. Christopher between my teeth while he watches.
His nipples pebble under my tongue as I lavish attention on each one. He’s hard, his cock pressing against my stomach as I make my way down. I lick his bellybutton and he flinches.
“Argh, don’t do that.”
I look up.
“Does that feel weird?”
“Yeah, leave it alone.”
I laugh. “Okay.”
I lick a stripe from just under his bellybutton to the waistband of my boxers. It turns me on so much that he’s wearing them, even if he did get them clean from the drawer.
I leave the shorts on as I brush my lips over the waistband, down to the soft cotton covering his cock and balls. I bury my face in it, inhaling his scent. He hisses and lets out a groan.God, I want to make him feel good.
He buries his hand in my hair and his hips buck, though I can tell he’s trying to keep them still. I drag my lips over his hard length, still under the fabric, my own cock straining to be set free. I tongue him through the cotton, greedyfor his musky smell. My tongue finds the head and I wrap my lips around it, the fabric already damp.
His voice, when he speaks, is so fucking hot. Hoarse and breathless.
“Take them off, please Nate,fuck.”
I yank the waistband and his cock springs free. On my knees, I watch him, naked and splayed out on my bed, looking so good it hurts.
“If you’re gonna just sit there looking at me, at least give me something to look at,” he says, the need seeping out through his voice.
My face heats up as I unzip my chinos and pull them down to my knees, my boxer briefs following close behind. Evan’s gaze falls on my cock, swollen and leaking already just from the sight of him.
