Ryan looked horrified. “Hey, let’s not—”
“Yeah, let’s not.” Tom sucked in a breath, bringing his anger under control. He placed his palm over Bailey’s hand where it rested on his arm. He gave a gentle squeeze, reassured when Bailey gave him a subtle nod. He gave another squeeze and looked around the small group, all of whom looked as uncomfortable as he felt. “I think it’s my shout. Who’s up for another round?”
Thankfully the conversation amongst Bailey’s workmates started up again, the tension dissipating. It was easy to ignore Brett, who stood sullenly off to one side, and enjoy the rest of the night. Bailey drank and laughed and spent most of his time at Tom’s side. Once or twice he caught Bailey looking at him with a question in his eyes and made a mental note to talk to him later, to apologise for nearly starting an argument, but Jesus, that dickhead Brett rubbed him the wrong way.
Condescending arsehole.
* * *
Later that night, Bailey stood in the doorway of his bedroom, warmed by the sight that greeted him. Tom’s clothes were folded in a small pile on the chair in the corner of the room, the damp towel from his shower flung over the seat back. Tom was sprawled on the bed, the sheet up to his waist, arms folded behind his head and resting on the pillow as he waited. Even in the low light of the bedroom, his smile was evident, a gleam of white in the dark scruff of his jaw.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Just thinking.”
Bailey crossed the room, dropped his own towel on the floor. The mattress dipped as he climbed onto the bed. “Anything I should know about?”
“Just how much I like being here, being with you.”
“Yeah?” He crawled over Tom. “I like being here too.” Bailey kissed Tom’s lips, a fleeting touch before he raised his mouth. “And here.” He kissed along Tom’s jaw, the roughness in direct contrast to the softness of the earlier touch of lips, before nuzzling Tom’s ear. “Here is pretty good too.”
Tom chuckled, the sound low and turning into a moan as Bailey licked a path from Tom’s ear down his neck, tongue rasping over the stubble under his chin. Tom tasted fresh and clean, Bailey momentarily regretting that they’d both showered, wanting to taste the man underneath the soap.
Bailey sucked at the pulse point and licked across Tom’s throat, at the same time allowing his hands to wander across Tom’s chest, the muscles firm beneath his fingers, the chest hair springy beneath his touch. He encountered a nipple and tugged.
“Fuucck.” The drawn out word caused Tom’s Adam’s apple to vibrate, a tiny earthquake under Bailey’s lips. Bailey shivered in response. Such a turn on to see, hear, and feel Tom’s every reaction.So responsive.
Bailey brought his mouth to Tom’s again, this time putting some pressure behind the kiss. Tom’s lips parted, his tongue darted out. This kiss deepened, hot and wet, and not nearly enough. Bailey pulled the sheet down without breaking the kiss, using his feet to push the material out of the way, bringing their naked bodies into contact from mouth to toes.
Despite how tightly their chests were pressed together, Tom tried to pull them closer. His arms were a vice wrapped around Bailey’s torso. He came up for air but only had time to suck in a breath before Tom flipped them on the mattress. His strong body pressed down on Bailey and the fire in Bailey’s groin increased with the pressure of Tom’s pelvis on his dick. He thrust up, enjoying the friction but enjoying Tom’s answering groan even more.
“Yes. Oh God. More of that.” Tom’s words were a breathy whisper in his mouth as he rubbed his cock alongside Bailey’s.
“Yeah. Much,muchmore.” Bailey pushed up again, his hips undulating in a regular rhythm he echoed with his tongue. Tom gave back as good as he got, sucking on Bailey’s tongue, the sweet suction radiating pleasure throughout his body.Jesus.
All Bailey could think about was how he wanted more than his tongue in Tom’s mouth. He twisted his leg around Tom and used every ounce of energy to flip them again, pleased at Tom’s grunt of surprise when he landed flat on his back. Bailey pushed a hand between the two of them, grasping Tom’s cock, the flesh hot and heavy in his palm. Tom threw back his head and groaned as Bailey worked him from base to tip. They were no longer able to kiss but knowing Tom was falling apart under his touch was consolation.
Bailey leaned up on an elbow, scooting down to give himself room. Bailey’s hand returned to Tom’s cock, the tip now flushed and damp. He gave another pull, this time moving his hand lower, rolling Tom’s balls in his palm. Using Tom’s moans—Jesus, the sounds he makes—as a guide, Bailey alternated between long, slow glides of his palm along Tom’s length, gentle tugs on his balls, and finally applying pressure with his fingertips to the sensitive skin behind.
Cradled between Tom’s thighs, his own cock pressed deliciously into Tom’s hip, desire coursed through Bailey’s body. Tom’s breathing sped up, his balls pulled tighter to his body, and his hips moved in a relentless rhythm—lifting, seeking, chasing what Bailey was giving him. Bailey’s fingers skimmed Tom’s crease. Tom widened his legs.A silent message?
He looked up and met Tom’s wild gaze. He sought Tom’s crease again, this time lingering at his hole, the question in his eyes.
Tom nodded. “Go on. Do it. I want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” His breath caught. The very idea of Tom giving himself to Bailey sent a stunning shiver down his spine. “God, yeah. Jesus, I want that so much.”
He leaned across Tom and rummaged through the bedside drawer, his scramble no doubt reflecting how eager he was. Once he had everything he needed on the bed beside him, he focused on the man beneath him again.So damn stunning.All those tight muscles, the trail of hairs on his flat belly where his erection lay, full and heavy, the foreskin pulled back. Even as Bailey watched, it flexed, and Bailey’s own cock pulsed with need.
“Hurry up. I’m dying here.” Tom nudged him.
Bailey smiled. “Sorry. Got distracted.”
“Well if you don’t get moving, I’ll give you something to be distracted about.”
Bailey crawled up Tom’s body and took him in another kiss. “I’m always distracted by you,” he whispered against Tom’s ear before nipping on the lobe.
“Tease.”
