Scout brought his hand to his mouth and licked the cum from his fingers. “Now we can go.” Even he was terrified of how possessive he felt in that moment. Clay was his.
Clay’s entire body shook as he stumbled into his bedroom. He didn’t have time to catch his breath. Scout kicked the door closed behind them and was on him. The tongues clashed. Scout tore at Clay’s clothes. He could barely breathe from how fast his heart raced. Scout had already pulled an orgasm from him, and Clay already wanted more. Clay’s cum still lingered on Scout’s tongue from him licking his fingers clean. Goddamn. That had been one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. One second, they were in the hallway under the threat of getting caught. The next thing heknew, Clay was on his back with a sexy as fuck guy who acted crazed to have him. The entire experience was a huge ego boost and a mind-fuck. No one made him feel as much as Scout did. Never in his life had he felt more desired. He wanted to fuck.
“Tell me where to look.”
Clay didn’t know how he knew what Scout meant. It was like they were in each other’s heads. “Toiletries bag. It’s on the bathroom counter.”
Scout pushed from the bed and headed for the bathroom, peeling his shirt off as he went. Clay’s mind went hazy. His vision narrowed to a pinpoint. Scout’s body was gorgeous. He made Clay weak as hell.
“When I get back, the rest of those clothes better be gone.”
Clay considered toying with him, asking what Scout would do if he didn’t comply. He was out of his clothes too fast to take the passing thought seriously.
Scout returned. The button on his jeans was undone and his zipper down. His hips moved with the confidence of a man who knew his worth. Clay couldn’t look away.
Scout climbed onto the bed and straddled Clay’s body. “I have questions.”
The switch from desperation to calm had a nervous laugh burbling in Clay’s throat. “I maybe have answers.”
“Are you gay?”
That uncomfortable chortle showed itself. “A dude just gave me a handjob and is currently straddling my nude body. That seems like an unnecessary question at this point.”
Scout stared down at him, looking completely serious. “You have condoms but no lube.”
Oh, boy. He found all the discomfort. Another nervous laugh escaped him. “Technically, I’m bi. Truthfully, I don’t even know if those condoms are in date. I haven’t touched anyone in like three years.”
If Scout had any thoughts on Clay’s confession, he didn’t show it. He tossed the condom aside and lowered himself until he could swipe lips with Clay.
Clay’s eyes fell closed. He didn’t know what went on inside Scout’s head, but he got the feeling sex just got taken off the table. It was times like these that reminded Clay why he had turned his back on men. Nothing he ever did was right. He was too inexperienced or too needy. Clay expected too much or played things too cool. No matter what he gave, it wasn’t enough.
Frustration rose in his throat, choking him. He turned his face away. “You don’t have to let me down easy, or whatever this is. You’re free to leave.”
Scout bit his ear, tearing a gasp of surprise from Clay. He immediately kissed the spot he had bitten. “This isn’t me stopping. I’m slowing down. You deserve more attention than I’ve given you.”
His muscles relaxed a hair. His thoughts swung wildly. He wanted all the time he could get with Scout, but he also didn’t want to be known as the guy who needed easing into things. They had started this wild and hot in the hallway. Clay would finish their night together the same way.
“You can do that later.” Clay used all the skills in his arsenal to have Scout flipped on his back and under him in a flash. He didn’t give Scout a chance to clear his head. He was down Scout’s body and sucking his dick with zero chill in under thirty seconds.
Scout’s hips left the bed. His fingers dove into Clay’s hair. “Oh, fuck.”
A sense of wickedness overcame Clay. He could make Scout curse all night. This was very likely a one-night thing. Scout didn’t strike him as the serious type. Clay couldn’t think about that right now. He was a needy bitch. It would hurt like hell when Scout pretended nothing had happened.
Clay bobbed on Scout’s cock. Saliva ran down his hands. He had jumped on Scout’s dick too quickly to completely undress him. Clay worked to peel off Scout’s pants and underwear without letting Scout get distracted. He loved the way Scout fucked his mouth a little too much. Once he had Scout’s jeans on the floor, Clay really settled in. He swirled his tongue around Scout’scrown while using his saliva-coated fingers to toy with Scout’s asshole. Scout didn’t protest. Clay fingered him.
“Holy hell, dude. Oh, my God.”
Clay wanted to pat himself on the back, but his hands were busy.
Scout babbled curse words and praise. The sound of Scout’s lust-filled voice had him on edge. He moved against the mattress, trying to get relief. His mind and body were pulled in too many directions at once. It shocked the hell out of him when cum hit the back of throat. He nearly gagged in his surprise. But Clay fully took advantage of freeing one hand. He tugged and pulled his dick. An orgasm was already so close, he could taste it. He blew in less than five strokes while still licking Scout clean. When Clay felt confident he had gotten the job done, he crawled up the bed and collapsed next to Scout, sounding like he had run a marathon. He couldn’t catch his breath. Clay stared at the ceiling and gasped. But then he turned his head, and so did Scout. Their gazes met. They burst into laughter. Clay had no clue what was so funny. Yet he couldn’t control the wheezing guffaws leaving him. He was just so fucking happy.
“Ahhh,” Scout sighed, getting himself under control first. He rolled Clay’s way and straddled him. “Now that’s what I call friendship.” Even as Scout kissed him, part of Clay shriveled. There it was. At least Scout hadn’t kept him guessing. This encounter meant nothing. Clay supposed he was used to that.
Chapter Five
Foragoodhalfan hour, Clay stared at Scout’s sleeping form. It surprised the hell out of him to wake up and find Scout still there. It took less than ten minutes for Clay to realize he wallowed in the hell he had created. He had gone into things with his eyes wide open. Clay had known this would lead to nothing more than possibly friends with benefits. The problem was, as much as he had wanted last night, he didn’t want this morning. Clay had been searching for something real for a while now. He had to back away from this before he got hurt. They lived under the same roof. He had already made that mistake. Clay already pretended not to care about things that murdered his soul a little more every day. He had to stop digging.
As quietly as possible, Clay slipped from the bed and shut himself away in the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and avoided his reflection while the shower heated up. The water in this place took forever to get warm. It was annoying. By the time Clay stepped beneath the water, he was irritated in a way hecouldn’t explain. Everything pissed him off. He wanted to punch someone.
