Wes:Yup, Peanut’s way cuter than me.Ican’t let him have all the attention.And you said “yet.”You’ll beso happy working with me you’ll wonder why you said no in the firstplace.
Ryker:Your ego is so big, I’msurprised Peanut has room to live with you.
Wes:He loves me.I’mirresistible
Shit,stop flirting,hereprimanded himself.
Ryker:See you Monday.Lots todiscuss.
Wes:I’ll be there, Ry.Can I call youRy?
Ryker:Sure, easier for you to rememberin that BIG head of yoursAlso, when you wake uptomorrow (or I guess today, given the time), write a short story,500 words, and e-mail it to me.Mac has my details.Night.
Wes:Homework?r u joking?
Ryker:Nope.Don’t disobey the teacher.Sweet dreams, Wes.
Wes couldn’t help the huge grin on his face.He could think of so many naughty replies to Ryker’s last text, buthe left it at that.Ryker was smart and sarcastic, and sparringwith him was stimulating in more ways than one.Controlling hisflirting tendencies around him might prove difficult, though, sinceWes enjoyed their teasing banter more than he should.He hoped thesame stimulation would apply to their potential collaboration.Ifthey played off their differences, it could result in somethingtruly special.
Wes finally placed his phone on thenightstand and turned off the bedside lamp.Despite the blackoutcurtains, some of the light from the city filtered in through theedges, casting a soft glow over the cream-colored bedspread.Wesslowly drifted off, hoping his writing muse would once again startto whisper to him in his dreams.
He had a feeling his muse was now a hot,grumpy New Yorker with long, black hair and blue eyes.He couldwork with that.
Chapter Eight
Ryker
Ryker couldn’t sleep.Again.
This time it wasn’t anxiety keeping himawake.He was just fucking horny.He’d come so close to picking upthe phone and calling Wes instead of texting him.God knows why.Just to hear that deep, sexy voice say my name, that’s why.This whole thing with Wes was bad—this book collaboration, theircrazy chemistry, the texting and flirting.Bad, bad, bad.
But it sure as hell didn’t stop Ryker fromfantasizing.He stretched out on his bed and reached down to hisblack briefs, shoving them down his thighs and taking himself inhand.He reached for the lube in the nightstand drawer with hisleft hand while his right continued to jack his now very erectcock.
Shit, that lube is cold.Pre-cumslipped out his slit, and Ryker used it and the added lube tocreate a warm, slick slide.
A minute later, his cock—along with the restof his body—was so hot, Ryker thought the bedsheets would combust.He imagined Wes here with him, lying on his California king bed,all six feet of his big, muscular body stretched out naked forRyker to explore.
He’d start with Wes’s pecs, since he wassure Wes had a phenomenal chest.At least, it felt that way underhis suit tonight.Ryker would then slowly run his fingers throughWes’s blond chest hair—please, God, let him have chest hair—andover solid muscle to his nipples, tugging first, then bending overto lick and gently bite as Wes swore and panted his demands.
“That’s it, Ry.Don’t stop.”
Finding a sensitive spot, Ryker did as hewas told and tugged harder on Wes’s flat brown nipples, the gruntsand groans of Wes’s satisfaction spurring him on.He then slowlylicked his way down to Wes’s navel, gently biting and kissing theskin that was smooth and sprinkled with more blond hair.Wes’s skinwas salty and musky, the taste so primal that it made Ryker’s cockeven harder.Ryker then took both their dicks in hand and jackedthem off together, their combined pre-cum creating a messy, stickyfriction that was so damn good.
“Ry,” Wes moaned and gripped his ass,sliding his fingers over his sensitive hole.“I’m going to poundyour perfect ass.Fuck you hard until you scream my name.”
Holy shit, just the thought of Wes slidinginto his tight hole was enough to send his fantasy right over theedge.
“Wes!”Ryker groaned loudly and came so hardhe thought he might black out.He’d probably woken the neighbors onthis floor and the one below with his shouting.Jesus, that waspowerful.He couldn’t remember the last time he’d experiencedsuch an amazing orgasm.Too fucking long.
When Ryker finally and reluctantly openedhis eyes, he found himself in the real world again, alone, thesheets cold and messy with his cum.
Thirty minutes later, with clean sheets andan exhausted body, he finally got back into bed and turned on hissleep app.Now that the room was free of sex noises, his fur babiesslowly wandered in and hopped onto the bed beside him.Thoughts ofthe evening swirled in the back of his mind, but Ryker refused tolet his sleep be interrupted by Wes again.Ryker had worked Wes outof his system with his nighttime fantasy, and now things would beback to normal.No more flirting or eye fucking.He could focus ontesting out this collaboration in a strictly professional way.Right?
Wes’s deep chuckle reverberated in hismemory.Fuck.
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Wes
