Holy shit, was Lennox a top?
Heath’s fingers dug into his thigh with bruising strength and tugged with intent. He wrapped his leg around Heath’s hips and shuddered as their cocks pressed together. It was so fucking warm and hard, the slippery fabric of his shorts a teasing caress.
The sharp sting of teeth on his jaw dragged a low, hoarse moan from his lips, a trail of licks and kisses traveling down his neck to The Spot, where Heath bit and sucked, knocking his ability to think of anything but pleasure right the fuck out.
“You weren’t really asleep, were you?”
“I was. Mostly.”
Sonofa—
He grabbed Heath’s hips with bruising pressure and matched the grind with the sweep of their tongues. The more pressure he applied, the louder Heath moaned. He liked bruises, did he? Oh, he could do bruises. He would leave his mark all over that tight, tanned body.
Heath stared down at him with wild eyes and fuckboy hair, his thumb hooking into the waistband of his shorts and tugging meaningfully. “I want to touch you. May I?”
Evan returned the stare, chest heaving, his cock so hard he felt lightheaded from the blood loss. In forty-five years, he couldn’t recall a single time he’d looked at a guy and thought,I want that dick,but right now, the idea of Heath jerking him off was all he could think about.
“Fuck yes.”
Heath pulled down the waistband of his shorts with one hand and spit into the other, wrapping his long fingers around the shaft. Every last drop of blood in Evan’s body pooled into the head of his dick as Heath squeezed and pulled in long, slow, deliberate strokes.
Fuck stars, he saw entire constellations. The birth of a goddamn galaxy.
Heath fisted and jerked his dick like it was his own, butstopped whenever Evan tried to exert free will. So he didn’t. He let go. Relinquished control of his body to the man on top of him. A sentence he would never have expected he’d be thinking a week ago.
“Fair’s fair.”
He tugged at Heath’s shorts, his reward a small smile and a lifting of his ass to make it easier to peel them off. Evan ran his tongue over the bulge of biceps on either side of his head and slowly sank his teeth into them. Heath’s skin was warm and salty-sweet, and he shuddered, letting out these breathy little moans any time Evan applied a little suction.
Heath squeezed him meaningfully, running his tongue over the shell of his ear while whispering, “Touch me.”
Evan grabbed his ass and hauled him closer, ignoring the screaming in his shoulder and ribs. They could fuck off. He was busy.
He skimmed the backs of his fingers along the length of Heath’s cock, gratified when he gasped and it jerked against his hand. It was thick and slightly curved, the head smooth and dark with arousal. He ran his thumb across the tip, spreading the slick pre-cum, then squeezed his shaft until it gave up more.
He repeated the process while his reserved bookworm moaned, bucked, and muttered nonsense. Until his hand slipped along the shaft in smooth strokes, and Heath threw back his head with a throaty moan that Evan took as motivation to become bolder, kissing him harder, and stroking him faster.
“Jesus. Fuck. Yes.”
They moved together in a symphony of gasps and groans; kisses, licks, and bites; hot, slick skin, and ragged breaths, until Heath buried his face in Evan’s neck and bit down on the magic spot.
Evan left his body. All the tension and stress and disappointment surged free in an explosion of carnal euphoria. His body jerked and shuddered, the orgasm tearing through him. Hearched into the cushions, panting and moaning until his vision narrowed to swirls of black and white and a hot spray hit his chest.
Teeth sank into the muscle of his good shoulder, Heath’s muscles jerking in discordant rapture as his cock turned to granite. He moaned, dick pulsing in Evan’s fist, covering his fingers and chest until spent, they eased into a boneless collapse.
They lay together in stunned and panting silence, Heath’s face buried in the pillows and Evan staring at the ceiling, struck by the sudden awareness he was half of a naked man sandwich and the filling was a sticky mess of their own creation.
So, was he gay? Wasn’t that something he’d have noticed over the last few decades?
“You’re not gay,” Heath announced from within the pillows.
Evan couldn’t help laughing. “You’re a mind reader now?”
“Your whole body tensed up. I took an educated guess.”
“Well, you’re the teacher.”
“You’ve never considered you might be bi?”
