Jericho shrugged. “Arsen says he can talk. That hedidtalk to him. But only once or twice. He said he asked to sleep in bed with him and tried to ‘repay’ him with sex.”
“Which I assume Arsen declined,” Atticus said, already knowing the answer.
Arsen was the one they worried about the least. He was Jericho’s predecessor in every way. He had taken over his apartment, and was training to take over the garage. Hell, most times he even helped dole out the jobs to the others. He was young but he was responsible and he seemed to have goodinstincts. Atticus had never seen him in a relationship, but surely if anyone was going to be good for Ever it would be him.
“Yeah, of course he did. But I know that look. He is already looking at that boy with cartoon hearts in his eyes.”
“And that’s bad?” Atticus asked.
“Do you think that poor kid’s ever had a healthy relationship with anyone?” Jericho asked, brow furrowing.
“Has Arsen?”
Jericho frowned harder. “I mean, romantically? No. The kid’s oblivious to the people who hit on him every day. He’s always been a one night stand kind of guy and even that’s rare. Like scratching an itch kind of thing more than a need for comfort. That’s why I worry about how he looks at Ever.”
“You think he’ll try to turn Ever into a one night stand?”
“Of course, not. But he’s going to fall for that kid. He loves to take care of broken things and there’s nobody more broken than Ever. He needs therapy, not a relationship.”
Atticus turned so he was on his side, lifting Jericho’s sweater to kiss his belly. “Just because someone has trauma, doesn’t mean they don’t deserve love, right? Look at Noah? He and Adam work and Adam is a nut job. Arsen’s much more mentally and emotionally stable by comparison.”
“Noah wasn’t kept in a closet for most of his formative years. He’s experienced the world. Ever is so…innocent.”
“You said the kid tried to initiate sex with Arsen in exchange for a bed. He’s not as innocent as he should be. We’ll find the boy a therapist, maybe they can coax him into talking and help him work through some of this shit he’s been through, but you can’t tell Arsen that he can’t have that boy. You’ll turn them into some kind of trauma-bonded Romeo and Juliet and he’ll just end up seeing him behind your back.”
“When did you get so smart, Freckles?” Jericho murmured, fingers teasing at the nape of his neck.
Atticus rubbed his face against Jericho’s stomach then ran his tongue along the skin there. “I’ve always been pretty smart.”
His hands went for the button on Jericho’s jeans, then the zipper.
“You looking for something?” Jericho asked, running his finger along Atticus’s lips, then pushing two fingers inside his mouth.
Atticus sucked on them, letting Jericho fuck them in and out, not even caring about the obscene sucking sounds filling the apartment. He pushed his tongue between Jericho’s fingers, warmth spreading through him at Jericho’s groan. “Fuck, you’re such a whore for me.”
It was true. As subdued as Atticus had been his whole life, when it came to Jericho, there really wasn’t anything he’d say no to. He’d let him do downright obscene things to him.
They’d fucked in public restrooms. Atticus had blown him on a train full of sleeping passengers. Hell, they’d once fucked in a phone booth they’d found at the end of an old alleyway. For their anniversary, he’d put a vibrating toy inside himself and given Jericho the remote at dinner in one of the city’s nicest restaurants and then fucked him in the backseat of his Volvo.
Yeah, he was a whore for his husband, alright.
He rolled onto his stomach as Jericho slid his jeans and underwear out of the way. “Suck me, Freckles. I want to feel my cum flood your mouth before you swallow it all.”
Atticus humped his now throbbing erection against the sofa as he took his husband to the back of his throat.
Jericho’s hands tightened in his hair painfully. “Oh, fuck. That’s it. God, that mouth should be fucking illegal. You suck cock like a fucking porn star, Freckles.”
Atticus flushed, his whole body hot from Jericho’s words. He had the filthiest mouth and sometimes Atticus was sure he could come just from his words alone.
He gagged as Jericho fucked up into his throat, blocking his airway and pumping his hips, holding him there until Atticus started to struggle, tears streaming down his face.
“Ah, ah, ah, Freckles. Not yet. You know what I want. Your mouth is so hot and wet. I want to feel you swallow around my cock. Come on. Oh yeah. That’s a good boy. Do it again. You’re so fucking dirty for me. You love choking on this cock, huh?”
Jericho released him just as his vision started swimming and he grew lightheaded. He pulled his spit-soaked dick free of his mouth. “On your back, Freckles. I wanna fuck your mouth.”
He rolled onto his back and Jericho straddled his chest, teasing the head of his cock along the seam of his lips. “Give me your tongue.” Atticus did as he was told, swirling it around the head. “Good boy. Now open up so I can fuck your throat.”
Once more, Atticus complied, relaxing as best he could so Jericho could get what he wanted. He watched as Jericho gripped the arm of the sofa, leaning forward so he could drive his dick between his lips, just like he did his ass. “That’s it. You can take it deeper. I know you can. Just open up for me.”
