Rhys licked his lips, slowly, and then he nodded. The couch was an easy concession. Much easier than the one Beckett was making about the entire house itself and the price tag associated with it.
“And the couch,” he agreed.
Beckett bent over and pressed a rough kiss against Rhys’s mouth. It was far from a chaste goodbye kiss, and the taste of Beckett’s tongue in his mouth had Rhys chasing after his lips and walking him backward into a wall. Beckett moaned against him, bracketing his hands against Rhys’s hips and pumping his body upward until Rhys felt the hot outline of his erection.
“I have to go to work,” Beckett murmured against him.
“You don’t,” Rhys corrected. “You choose to.”
“No.” Beckett shook his head and dropped another punishing kiss against Rhys’s mouth. “Don’t start this conversation with me right now. I just said you could buy that beach house. Don’t argue with me about my job.”
“Your minimum wage job.”
“I’ll have you know that one time, a guy tipped me a thousand bucks.” Beckett smiled and reached down between their bodies, adjusting his erection.
“He must have been a smart man.”
“He seems to think so.”
Rhys chuckled and helped Beckett handle his cock, curling his fingers around the length and stroking instead of moving.
“I have to go to work,” Beckett gasped.
“Are you sure you don’t have time to come first?” Rhys asked, hand still moving. “You just agreed to move in with meandsigned off on the house of my dreams. I’m feeling a little feisty about the whole thing.”
“Fine,” Beckett rasped, dragging his hands up Rhys’s body and tangling fingers into his hair. “But quick.”
He pushed Rhys onto his knees, and Rhys made quick work of Beckett’s flimsy fly. Beckett’s cock sprang free, hard and hot, and Rhys took the entire length into his mouth, moaning at the fullness of having his mouth stuffed that way. Beckett cursed under his breath, fingers still knotted in Rhys’s hair. He started to fuck his hips against Rhys’s face, and Rhys relaxed his jaw and throat, letting Beckett use his mouth to get himself off.
Rhys fumbled with his own fly, taking his cock in hand and jerking himself off while Beckett’s precum slicked out against the back of his tongue.
“This is the best,” Beckett grunted, stilling with his cock in Rhys’s mouth. Rhys hollowed his cheeks and sucked, taking over the movements. “You’re so good at that. So good with your mouth.”
Beckett being so freewheeling with his words and his cock had Rhys’s entire body primed and he wasn’t surprised that Beckett’s orgasm triggered his own. Beckett came with a low groan, hot spurts of cum painting the back of Rhys’s throat, and Rhys came on the floor and the toes of Beckett’s sneakers. He didn’t stop sucking until Beckett pulled his mouth off, and the way Beckett stared down at him with wide, dilated eyes and flushed cheeks sent a shiver through Rhys’s entire body.
Beckett hauled him up and crashed their mouths together, tracing his fingers over the sticky cum lines on Rhys’s hand. He reached up and smeared Rhys’s cum on his lips, and then kissed him again. Rhys’s body convulsed, another pulse of cum leaking out of the tip of his dick at the taste of himself.
“You should…you should get to work,” he choked out.
“You should buy us a house.” Beckett reached down and tucked both of their limp and sticky cocks back into their pants.
“I will.” Rhys felt a little light on his feet, so he walked back to the desk and collapsed in the overstuffed leather chair. “Will you be back after work?”
“Yeah, but late tonight.”
“I’ll be here.”
Beckett smiled and worried his lower lip between his teeth. He was still breathing hard from his orgasm and it looked like there was something he wanted to say, but Rhys watched him swallow it back.
“I love you,” Beckett said.
Rhys smiled, lashes fluttering uncharacteristically. “I love you.”
Beckett checked his pockets for his things, pressed one last kiss against Rhys’s forehead and let himself out of the office. Rhys waited until he heard the front door close, then he called his realtor and made an all cash offer on the beach house.
Ever since he’d returned home from Mallardsville, life had been... different. With the way he’d severed things with his father, he was clearly not doing work for the family anymore, and Rhys found he didn’t have much to do with his days. It wasn’t horrible when Beckett was around, but whenever Beckett had work, Rhys was left to his own devices. This generally led to introspection, which was something Rhys wasn’t good at it in the slightest. It also called for waiting, and patience was not a virtue Rhys would ever encompass.
But he didn’t have a choice.
