A part of him had wanted to be the glue that held them together. That had been a mistake. If the Dorans stuck around, it would be because of them, because they stuck to him, not the other way around.
Brent’s mouth fell to his neck, biting and sucking as they got off together.
Normally Evan liked to be the one doing the biting, but this felt right. “My nipples,” he gasped, and Brent lifted his hand, their cocks rubbing loose against each other now. He tweaked Evan’s nipple, then ducked and sucked it hard into his mouth.
Evan felt the pull of that in his balls.
Jesus Christ.
He ground his ass against the wall, then pumped his hips against Brent. He needed more.
And somehow Brent got that, his hands sweeping around to cup Ev’s ass, his fingers tracing his crease first, then burrowing in when Evan gasped. Yes.
They were wrapped tight around each other now, their cocks trapped as Brent found Ev’s hole and started to circle it. Anyone else, it would have felt like a fucking tease, but that little touch—constant, sweet pressure was all Evan needed.
His balls pulled tight, his vision went dark, and then his orgasm ripped from him, an otherworldly shattering that left him ragged and done.
So delightfully done.
He sank to his knees and gobbled up Brent’s cock, taking him deep just in time for the other man to spill his seed down Evan’s throat.
Fuck. Yes.
In the aftermath, he was crumbled on the tile floor. Brent heaved above him, leaning against the wall.
And the shower kept streaming over them.
“Does this thing ever get cold?” Brent asked.
“I’ve got a tankless system,” Evan gasped.
Brent grinned down at him. “Of course you do.”
Nothing but the best now. That was his rule.
Dragging in a deep breath, he hauled himself off the floor and grabbed some soap. They scrubbed up, then got out and racked out on Evan’s bed, Brent’s head on his belly.
He played with Brent’s hair. “I like it when you get rough. She was right, you know. We should spend time together. Just the two of us. It’s good for you.”
“She’s rarely wrong. But I like it when she’s here the best.”
Evan tried not to take that personally. “I think she wants you to be yourself, and I think the real you wants to spend a night being eye-fucked by another man.”
“Shut up.” But Brent blushed, and God damn it, that was hot.
Evan slinked his hips from side to side. “Maybe the next time I go to the city, you should come with me. I’ll introduce you to some of my friends. Take you dancing. Let you be eye-fucked by as many men as you like.”
“Fuck off.” This time it came out in a breathy, hungry plea.
Yes. That was definitely happening.
But before Evan could push it further, Brent reined it back in, and the moment was gone. “Want to watch something funny on TV until Jess gets back?”
25
Jess knew her rash plan to shove Brent and Evan together was…well, rash. Not completely thought through. But her gut said it was the right call.
Her gut was wrong.
