Thomas moved it differently to anyone Scott had ever kissed before, experimenting with it against Scott’s, licking, flexing, stabbing.
Scott broke the kiss, wanting Thomas’s tongue against this throat. He lifted his chin, making it obvious. Thomas’s licks were firm, pushing against Scott’s jugular, feeling his pulse. His fingers dug into Scott’s back, keeping him captive as he licked up and down his neck.
“I want to make you come again,” Scott gasped, and once the words were out of his mouth, they were all he could think about. He looked into Thomas’s eyes. “Please let me.”
Thomas watched him through a squint. “Is this an act?”
“It’s not a fucking act, Thomas.” Scott squeezed his shoulders. His eyes were burning at even the hint of the accusation. “I want to do this for no other reason than I want to do it.”
“Okay,” Thomas breathed. He bit his lip while touching Scott’s mouth. “Make me come.”
Scott slipped from Thomas’s lap onto the floor. He made quick work of Thomas’s trousers, and Thomas lifted his hips to help Scott get them down his legs. He swirled his tongue around the wet head of Thomas’s cock, then took him into his mouth.
Scott looked up at Thomas while he sucked, but Thomas split his attention between the action going on between his legs and the footage on screen. He cursed softly, spreading his thighs apart. Scott brought his hand into the mix, jerking Thomas’s cock while suckling the head.
“Christ, Scott,” Thomas moaned. His hips jerked.
Scott tried to block out the sound of the video playing, the pump, and the buzz, and his own cries of pleasure. It was disorienting to hear himself like that when his mouth was stuffed full of Thomas.
Thomas brushed a hand over Scott’s hair, loosening the stuck strands. He didn’t say anything but breathed hard, and fast.
The other Thomas, the one on screen, he was talking, though.
He was speaking to that Scott, the past one, murmuring softly.
“Who would’ve thought,”Past-Thomas said, pausing to exhale. The pump and vibrator both got louder. “Who would’ve thought you’d be so…”
He didn’t finish.
The pump and vibrator stopped. Thomas said Scott’s name, speaking to him in a soft, urgent tone, asking him to wake up, come back to him.
Scott’s grunt was quickly followed by a sigh of relief.
Then there was no sound at all. The video had stopped.
Thomas swelled inside him, pushing against the side of his cheek, making it ache. Scott pulled off before he could come, panting as he asked, “What were you going to say?”
“What?” Thomas asked, lifting his hips, trying to get Scott to take him back into his mouth.
“Who would’ve thought…” Scott started, needing to know.
Thomas licked his lips. “Who would’ve thought you’d be so perfect for me…”
Scott’s smile made his face ache. He blinked back the sting in his eyes, took Thomas in his hand and his mouth and made him come hard down his throat.
Chapter twenty-four
“Holdhere,”Timsaid,pausing to wipe sweat from his brow.
Scott held the stem of the tomato plant, pinning it to the cane. The beef tomatoes were turning from green to orange, not close to ripe, but the size and weight of them threatened to snap the stems.
Tim used a cable tie, pulling it tight around the stem and cane to give the plant support. The stuffy, humid air of the greenhouse made it hard to breathe, and Scott knelt in the dirt while Tim stood beside him. Through the glass, they could see Thomas strolling the herb garden outside.
Scott couldn’t help but smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by Tim.
“What’s happened?” Tim asked.
“Nothing.”
