Shiloh had never wanted someone so badly in his entire life. He wanted to roll around in his scent, live in his skin, crawl inside him and hide. Was love at first sight a real thing? If it was, Shiloh loved Levi. Helovedhim.
It was all too much. Tears he didn’t think he had pricked at his eyes. He blinked them away, pushing his face into Levi’s neck, forcing his negative thoughts back into the corners of his mind. He didn’t want to think. He just wanted to feel. Thinking only led to bad things.
He pulled back enough to meet Levi’s gaze even as his hips still rolled deliciously. “I didn’t come here for this,” he managed, feeling the need to reassure the other boy.
Levi captured his mouth in a kiss, this one a little dirtier, more teeth, more tongue, then asked, “Then what did you come for?”
“I just… I just needed to see you…to explain. Something. I just wanted…” He trailed off, eyes rolling and head falling back, another needy sound dripping from his tongue as Levi held his hips and rubbed their clothed cocks together on a harsh roll.
“Wanted what?” Levi urged, working them together faster until Shiloh couldn’t form words, just sounds. Desperate, needy, embarrassing sounds. “Fuck, that’s it. I love your noises. They fuck me up in the best way. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you needed?”
Shiloh was high on pleasure, chasing something more, something that his body promised was close. “I-I just needed…”
“Say it,” Levi demanded, dragging the collar of Shiloh’s shirt away to bare the skin where shoulder met throat.
“You,” Shiloh cried just as Levi sank his teeth into the skin he’d revealed. Pre-cum leaked into Shiloh’s underwear. He fought the urge to cover himself.
Levi leaned back, gaze hungry, voice raw. “Open up for me, Dimples.”
Shiloh should have been embarrassed by how quickly his lips parted, but there was no time for that. Levi was on him once more, tongue sweeping inside, swallowing Shiloh’s needy whine.
His lids slipped shut and he just stopped thinking. He let Levi have him, let him do what he wanted, grateful as he took over completely. Shiloh just clung to his shoulders, losing himself in the sensation of Levi’s tongue fucking into his mouth in time with each roll of his hips and the way his hands were everywhere. The way he whispered filthy words into Shiloh’s open mouth. The way he’d growl each time he prodded another needy sound from Shiloh. It was all too good, too much.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured between kisses. “Does it feel good? You like rubbing off on me?”
Shiloh wanted to go back to Levi’s bed, wanted them naked, wanted Levi to work him open and push inside. He needed it, needed him, needed Levi to make him full. It was all too much and not even close to enough. He whined, hoping Levi would give him more. Even his hand would be good. He wanted to come. Heneededit. He’d been good. Hadn’t he been good?
Levi suddenly gripped Shiloh’s hips, forcing him to a stop. Shiloh whimpered, trying to work himself free from Levi’s grasp, trying to return to that grinding rhythm. But Levi held firm, using his free hand to grip Shiloh’s chin and force his gaze to his. “I asked you a question,” he said, tone teasing.
He had? Shiloh stared at Levi’s red and swollen lips. Did Shiloh’s lips look like that, too? Did his neck? Levi had been biting and sucking at it. Would Micah know what happenedwhen he got home? Would he think Shiloh had done as he asked? Something curdled within him at the thought.
“Hey,” Levi said, capturing his gaze and holding him hostage. “Stay with me.”
Shiloh gave Levi a miserable look. “I am.” He pouted. “Please,” he whispered, grinding down on Levi’s cock once more. “Just…move. Please…”
Levi held firm, shaking his head. “Not until you answer my?—”
The office door flew open. An older man with dark hair and broad shoulders stood in the doorway, eyebrows raised.
Jericho?
Jericho!
Shiloh sucked in a breath, diving off Levi and scurrying to the far corner of the couch, yanking his hoodie down over his obvious erection, then tugging his legs up for good measure. What if Jericho didn’t want feet on his couch? Shiloh dropped them back down to the floor, then stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket.
The man smirked at Levi, jerking a finger in his direction. “Shiloh, I presume.”
Did everyone know who he was?
Levi adjusted himself, looking disgruntled at having been interrupted just when things were getting good. “Shiloh, meet Jericho. Jericho, meet Shiloh…the world’s worst spy.”
Shiloh burned with shame as he gave a faint wave in Jericho’s direction, looking anywhere but at him.
“So, I was witnessing what? A new interrogation technique?” Jericho teased.
“Like you haven’t banged your husband on every available surface in this office,” Levi said, sulky enough to make Shiloh’s mouth twitch upwards at the corners.
“Yes, the key phrase beingmy office,” Jericho noted. “I can bangmy husbandinmy officeall I like. You can rail your little spy all over your apartment if you like…well, once I’m done with our little talk, anyway.”
