“S’good, right?” I asked, barely more than a moan as the sound of his skin against mine grew loud enough to drown out even the sound of my breath. “Grayson told me….good to laugh during sex. Oh, myGod, how does this feel so much better without a condom?”
Colin’s answering laugh sounded a lot like a growl, and when I opened my mouth to talk again, he swallowed my words straight into the back of his throat. The kiss burned like fire, and I forced my hand between our bodies so I could jerk my cock. My orgasm was already close—and fierce.
“When you laugh…” Colin tore his mouth away from mine, licking my bottom lip before kissing my chin and my jaw.
“What about it?”
“Your muscles.” He exhaled loudly, burying his forehead into the pillow beside my ear. “You grab me so tight, Wesley.”
“Oh?” I laughed again, feeling the way my channel gripped and pulled at his dick. “Like this?”
“I’m gonna come.”
“That’s the point,” I reminded him.
Colin righted himself, slippery and sweaty fingers digging into my hips as he brought us both over the edge together. I came with a shout, eyes widening as cum splattered against my fist and my stomach. His eyes rolled back and he went still again, cock pulsing as he spilled inside of me.
Colin muttered something under his breath, rolling his neck a few times before letting his chin fall against his chest with a sigh.
“I finally see the appeal,” I said, gesturing vaguely toward the bottle on the nightstand. “But I could get spoiled.”
He pulled back then pushed into me, cock still hard. “Don’t I spoil you already?”
I made a happy noise, curling my fingers around his wrists. “More than I deserve.”
He reached down and pulled out, which I absolutely hated, but we couldn’t stay in bed forever. Even if I wanted to.
“We’re going to be late.”
But even as he said it, he fell down beside me on the sheets, chest heaving as he caught his breath. I rolled onto my side, walking my fingers up his chest toward his jaw, where I grabbed him and turned him toward me.
I wanted another kiss.
I wanted all of his kisses.
“My brother will wait,” I told him.
“Grayson won’t,” he countered.
As if on cue, the sound of Grayson stomping around the apartment echoed down the hallway, and I hated to admit Colin was right.
“This is going to go so wrong,” I warned, climbing out of bed.
My cum had already started to dry on my stomach, but I wiped it away with the shirt I’d worn to bed the night before. It needed to get washed anyway and I didn’t think we had time to shower before dinner.
“I think it’ll be fine,” Colin said, getting out of bed himself.
It had taken a couple weeks, but my brother had finally asked if we wanted to get dinner with him and Miles and Grayson. I hadn’t been back to Marzena’s in forever, and the promise of pierogi was too tempting to turn down.
Thankfully, we’d started keeping spare clothes at each other’s apartments, so Colin was able to dress in something that wasn’t wrinkled from being thrown on the floor in haste. I didn’t know what it was about Fridays, but he looked so hot when he showed up after work at the end of the week, the knot of his tie loose around his throat and the dip of his throat exposed behind the unbuttoned collar of his shirt.
I groaned, shaking the visual out of my head before I ended up with another raging erection and we missed dinner entirely. I didn’t want to press my brother’s goodwill, and now that our relationship was out in the open, I wouldn’t put it past Grayson to tell Henny we were late because of sex.
“I’m going to try and fix this,” Colin said, pulling at the ends of his hair as he headed toward the door. “Tell Grayson I just need five minutes.”
I kissed him in agreement and shuffled into the living room, finding a flustered looking Grayson near the window, phone in hand.
“Sorry,” I apologized. He looked up, mouth pulled into a tight line. “Colin will be ready in five.”
