“I need to brush my teeth too, you know.”
“Gimme a second,” I say through a foamy mouth.
I keep brushing with one hand while running the fingers of the other up and down the sensitive cleft of his ass. I grip him tight to rinse, loving how his hardened cock has smeared precum against my bare shoulder.
Hopper’s bathroom has pretty granite countertops, so I set his naked bum on the counter.
“Oh my God, so cold!” Ant yelps. “Why do you fucking hate me?”
I spit and rinse, then push my way between his thighs, stretching them wide as I skate my fingertips along his jawline. He raises his eyes to mine.
“You know very well I don’t hate you.”
Color suffuses his neck and chest, which I enjoy more than I should. Dragging over his little zippered bag, I pull out his toothbrush and toothpaste. After spreading the paste on the brush, I run it under water and hand it to him.
He narrows his eyes at me but plays along. As he starts brushing his teeth, I rub a hand up and down one of his thighs while licking my palm. His sparkling eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his toothbrush when I grab his cock and start polishing the head.
“Last night was unexpected,” I say, pausing to again spit in my hand. “I mean that as a good thing. You’ve been trying to tell me something for a while now, haven’t you? Nod if I’m on the right track.”
Ant’s eyes glaze and his toothbrushing slows as he nods off-kilter.
“I thought so. You’re not a little boy. You haven’t been for a long time, have you?”
He looks off to the side and shakes his head, then resumes brushing his teeth while I resume stroking and polishing.
Burying my nose in his sleep-mussed hair, I rasp, “You’re a grown man with grown desires and a recovery path that’s none of my fucking business.”
He leans to the side and spits his toothpaste into the sink. I fill the glass of water and hand it to him before resuming my care of his cock. Hitching, he swishes and spits, then wipes the back of his arm across his lips.
I take the glass from him and set it on the counter, and his rapidly rising and falling chest catches my attention. His whole body, really, catches my attention, and I’m grateful that I’m finally in the right headspace to appreciate all of it without all the self-flagellation.
“And you’re really good at killing bad guys,” I tack on as I tighten my grip.
Ant nods, silently rolling his hips into my hand.
“So while we’re on this road trip, I think the safest and possibly the most fun option is for us to continue fucking each other, yes?”
And then, if you like, we’ll just keep fucking each other when we get home…
He whimpers, nodding as he supports himself on his hands and drops his head back.
Removing my hands from his body, I place them on either side of his, dipping in for a quick taste of his collarbone. From there, I drag my nose up to his ear, unable to stop the possessiveness I feel for him.
“If I’m fucking you, you’re not fucking anyone else. Also, while I have no desire for kink outside of the bedroom, when we’re in bed together, you’re mine.”
I know it’s a fucked-up thing to demand, but he inhales sharply, nodding, wordlessly confirming that he knows exactly what I mean.
“You can revoke this arrangement at any time and without explanation. Even if I’m buried so deep inside you that you can taste me. Understood?”
“Yes,” he breathes out, and as demanding as I can be, knowing that he’s here of his own will is everything.
“You’ve fucked with my chill for so long—”
Shaking his head, he cuts me off. “I wasn’t doing anything to fuck with you. I was just taking care of myself.”
I hold my finger to his plush lips, so delicate in comparison.
“I know. The fact you don’t need me is what makes this hot for me.”
