“I’m gonna make it,” he huffs, a look of pride glowing on his face.
“I knew you could do it.”
“You really did, didn’t you?” There’s a hint of awe in his breathless voice.
When we’re only a few paces away from the end, Percy reaches for my hand. With his palm slick against mine and our fingers twined together, we cross the finish line. He turns to me and launches himself into my arms. I stumble back a step thanks to my tired legs, but I catch him with a panting laugh, and our mouths collide in a kiss.
“Take me home and lick all the sweat off of me,” he mumbles against my lips.
I groan in agreement. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
PERCY
We barely makeit through the apartment door before we’re all over each other. Sweat is dripping from my hairline onto my face and down the back of my neck, slick across every inch of my skin, and the muscles in my legs are exhausted and heavy as lead, but the adrenaline coursing through me has my cock swelling anyway. Well, the adrenaline and the fact that Butch is right here, his hard pecs pressed against my chest, the scent of his sexy, masculine musk tickling my nose, and his mouth rough and hungry on mine.
The rest of the guys and Juno said they were going to hit a bar and drink enough beer to replenish their electrolytes. We told them we’d meet them there, but the knowing looks and smiles most of them gave us make me feel pretty confident that they won’t be surprised when we don’t show up. At least we know we’ll have the apartment to ourselves for a couple of hours. I’m sure Juno and Fender are both tired of hearing our poorly muffled sex noises most nights of the week, depending on which apartment we’re sleeping at.
But fretting over whether or not I’ve become an obnoxious roommate will have to wait, because right now, Butch’s tongue is in my mouth, and his hand has found its way down the front of my shorts and into my jock to cup my aching cock.
He grinds his slick, sweaty palm against my dick and I groan into the hot cavern of his mouth, jerking my hips and tugging at his damp tank top. He drags his mouth away from mine and dips his head to lap at the column of my throat, his eager, horny moan vibrating against my skin and his thick, stiff cock pressing against my hip.
“I don’t know how I managed to land a gorgeous, smart, amazing man like you, Rocky, but I’m not going to start questioning my luck now,” he murmurs, still working his hand against my cock as he sucks a patch of my skin just below my jaw between his teeth.
I gasp and thrust into his palm again, tilting my head to give him better access and refusing to worry about how I’m going to cover the massive hickey I’m sure he’s leaving there before my class on Monday. I’ll buy a turtleneck if I have to, or borrow some of Juno’s miracle foundation.
“I don’t think it’s luck,” I say breathlessly. “You saw me, the real me, before I even fully did. How could I not fall in love with you, Butch, when you look at me the way you do? When youseeme the way you do?”
His eyes soften with unmistakable love and affection, and a warm feeling expands inside my chest. Yup, that’s the look, the one that made me fall in love with him, the one I haven’t gotten tired of even a little bit over the last handful of months. If anything, I like it more with every day that passes.
“Same, baby. You see depths to me that I didn’t think were there. You look at me like I hung the moon, and it makes me feel a hundred feet tall. I love you and I love the person I am with you.”
His words are similar to the ones I used the first time I told him I loved him in that rank locker room months ago. When I was young, my mom always told me that real love turns you into the best version of yourself, and I don’t think I believed her until I met Butch. I get it now.
Our mouths find their way back to each other. The salty tang of my sweat lingering on his lips as our tongues tangle. We awkwardly kick our shoes off without breaking the kiss before he pulls his hand out of my pants and we stumble blindly deeper into the apartment. Butch doesn’t pick me up like he usually does—I’m guessing his muscles are just as spent as mine are—so the process is clumsy as we trip over each other’s feet and bump into walls. Our laughter is muffled between our lips, our hands questing greedily over each other’s bodies.
We finally manage to make it to Butch’s room, and he kicks the door closed behind us, just in case everyone decides to come back here sooner than expected. He nudges me towards the bed, but I laugh and grab his shirt again, tugging it up this time until we’re forced to break the kiss so I can pull it off.
I toss his shirt away without looking and hook my fingers into his joggers and jock, running my tongue along the curve of his pec to taste the heady, masculine flavor of his sweat, heavily laced with testosterone and adrenaline. I shove his pants down and he steps out of them, then moves closer to me, sliding his hands down my bare back to cup my ass cheeks in both his hands and squeeze them roughly.
“Get on the bed. I want to ride your face.” I smirk and nip at his bottom lip, pressing up on my tiptoes to notch my cock against his. Even through the fabric of my shorts and jock, I can feel the heat radiating off his erection.
He makes a throaty sound of agreement and eagerly gets into bed, grabbing lube out of the nightstand before propping a pillow under his head and making himself comfortable. I chokeback a laugh at the spark of unbridled excitement in his eyes, like a kid on his way to an amusement park. He drags his gaze over my bare skin and licks his lips, his cock visibly jerking with impatient arousal.
When he looks at me like that,reactsto me like that, it’s hard to even remember any of my old insecurities. I was worried my dick was too small and that he wouldn’t think I was masculine enough? Couldn’t be me. Definitely not the same me who was brave enough to send his boyfriend a dick pic last week. Not the same me who never hesitates to fuck Butch’s mouth, knowing my cock is everything he wants it to be. Not the same me who finally understands that masculinity means a hell of a lot of things, and I can pick and choose the ones that feel right to me while still being just as much of a man as Butch or anyone else.
“What are you waiting for, baby? Am I supposed to beg?” he asks with a crooked smile.
“Just enjoying the view for a second.” I finally shove my own pants and jock down and leave them in a pile on the floor right next to Butch’s.
He groans again and I notice a glisten of precum pearling on his slit. I climb onto the bed and prowl over him, catching the sticky drool of precum on my thumb. It comes off in a long strand and his cock spasms again. I smear his precum across the head of my own cock and then move to straddle his shoulders.
My perfect little cock sways a few inches from his lips, and he opens his mouth and unfurls his tongue with an eager, puppy dog look in his eyes. I thread my fingers into his hair and jerk my hips to tease him with the brush of my cock and then my sweat-drenched balls across his lips. He moans loudly, the sound vibrating through my sac. I shuffle forward a little more and Butch’s hands slide up the backs of my thighs. He digs his fingers into the hard, slender muscles and makes another hungry sound as he laps at the sensitive skin of my balls.
I can feel every ravenous, wet lick to my scrotum from the tip of my cock to my aching, empty hole. He rubs his face back and forth against my balls and then snakes his tongue back to tease my taint. My legs are already trembling from overexertion, but I manage to hold myself up, bracing my hands on his headboard and rocking my hips to grind my balls into his hot mouth. Breathless, horny sounds fall from my lips, and I don’t even try to stifle them for once, since I know no one else is home.
Butch’s hands find their way up to my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them while he sucks my balls one at a time. The cool air against my hole is a shock that wakes up my nerve endings and makes me throb all over again, from my rim to my cock.
