His sweet voice was so off-key I couldn’t help another smile. I loved the guy to pieces and seeing him happy was like being bathed in sunshine and washed clean in a warm rain all at the same time.
“You staring at my butt?” he asked without turning around. He was filling a glass under the cold water tap and swaying his hips to the music.
“Hundred per cent.”
He swayed with more exaggerated movements.
“We should go back to bed,” I suggested.
“Wow.” Handing me the glass of water, he wrinkled his nose and did a stripper shimmy that had my dick taking notice. “Horn dog.”
“Fuck, yes. Look at you.”
“And while that is amazing for my ego, and more tempting than I can describe, we have to eat. Big game today, and you, sleeping beauty, were in bed for an extra hour.”
“I was?”
“You was.” He’d been fixing me a coffee while I took my pills, and he handed that to me too. “Go sit. I made eggs the way you like them, with toast and tomatoes and cottage cheese on the side.”
“Is it my birthday?” This meal wasn’t just his specialty, it was pretty much the only thing he ever made, mostly because toast was easy and the eggs were the only other thing he had to cook and he usually got them right.
“We’re starting the day off right.”
“Isn’t right you taking care of the boner you just gave me?”
“I gave you? What did I do?”
“Existed.”
“God, I love you. Now sit down. Food first, sex after, if there’s time.”
“Always time for sex.”
“No lies.”
And there was, because we ate fast, cleaned up—Evan could not come home to a messy house and be able to settle, so we always cleaned as we went—and put on a second pot of coffee.
As it began to burble through the machine, Evan dropped to his knees in front of me, gazing up with his big, beautiful eyes shining.
The erection he’d given me earlier had gone away with time, but it came back instantly and I palmed myself. “You going to suck me off?”
“I am.”
“Good deal.” I pushed my sleep pants down far enough for him to get at my cock, while he did the same with his, fisting his own cock in one hand, and mine in his other.
I wondered if he was imagining someone behind him, fingering his hole while he swallowed me down. Did he miss that? I pictured it sometimes, watching my cock disappear into his mouth, shoving it down his throat while someone else shoved theirs in his ass. The imagined guy never had a face in my mind. Just a huge cock Evan took like a champ while he let me fuck his mouth.
Of course, this time, the hands I imagined on his hips were familiar. Big, strong, capable of delivering a curling stone with authority, but also cupping my face with feather-light care. Fuck my life. I was not imagining Alan Channing fucking my boyfriend while he sucked me off.
Was I?
“Ev.” My voice came out gruff and husky.
He chose that moment to suck hard, push forward and lodge my dick in his throat.
“Fuck. Ev.” I grabbed his hair to steady myself and he moaned. “Fucking Jesus Christ.” I rocked my hips and he took me deeper.
He was very good at this, but I wasn’t giving him the chance to finesse. I’d let the image in and my brain had run away with it. Alan pumping in and out of his ass while I pumped in and out of his mouth, him blissfully suspended between us, letting us use his body as hard as we wanted to.
