Angelo shrugged. “Somedays.”
Dylan looked like he wanted to ask more but merely put his hands on Angelo’s bare shoulders and massaged them so soothingly that Angelo was halfway back to sleep before he remembered that he had to get towork.
He stilled Dylan’s magic hands with a groan. “I’ve got to getmoving.”
“You don’t have time for ablowjob?”
“Huh?” Angelo’s eyes flewopen.
Dylan smirked. “That woke youup.”
“Unfairly, so if you’re taking thepiss...”
“Would I do such athing?”
“The fact that you’re not on your knees yet incriminates you.” Angelo grinned and dodged Dylan’s playfulswat.
“Please.” Dylan pushed Angelo’s chest until he was lying flat and crawled over him, his face inches from Angelo’s. “We’re not in the club right now, so I’m not getting on my knees for anyone, but I’ll still make you come in three minutesflat.”
“Three minutes, eh?” Angelo’s morning wood solidified, tenting his underwear, and he folded his hands behind his head in the same pose as he’d adopted last night when Dylan had ridden him into oblivion. “Reckon I can make time forthat.”
“Game on, then.” Dylan ripped Angelo’s underwear down his thighs and took his dick in his mouth in one smooth motion. Angelo’s tip hit the back of Dylan’s throat and the banter died a fierydeath.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Angelo arched his back, and his muscles screamed with tension, his balls already drawn up tight. “I’m putting money on twominutes.”
Dylan dragged his lips wetly up Angelo’s dick and chuckled but cut himself off by plunging his mouth down again. He sucked Angelo fast and deep, his lips fused tight around Angelo’s shaft, his teeth scraping gently with the perfect amount ofpain.
And it was the right kind of pain too. The aches in Angelo’s body faded, replaced by spine-tingling sensation. He’d always been a sucker?—ha?—for good head, but Dylan’s mouth clamped around his dick was something else, particularly while he was still half asleep, his mind at that meandering point where it was easily distracted. Removed from the real world enough that he didn’t think, onlyfelt.
Angelo’s stomach muscles clenched, drawing his head up from the bed. His neck flexed, and a jolt of discomfort rippled through the tendons, but the throb in his cock outweighed the pain, and a guttural groan tore out ofhim.
The two-minute deadline passed, and then another minute, and another. Edging was Angelo’s party trick, but it seemed that Dylan had picked up a few tricks of his own. Over and over, he brought Angelo to the brink, only to ease back just enough to drive Angeloinsane.
Angelo’s body curled off the bed and he clenched his fists. Dylan slid his hands beneath Angelo’s thighs and lifted him slightly. His fingers splayed out over Angelo’s buttocks, teasing the sensitive flesh behind Angelo’s balls, pressing...probing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck?—?” Angelo’s hands flew to Dylan’s head, and he locked his fingers in Dylan’s silky hair as he drove his hips up, fucking Dylan’s mouth with rapid, short-fire thrusts. Dylan moaned around Angelo’s cock, and the hummed vibration pushed Angelo over the edge. He released his death grip on Dylan’s head to give Dylan a chance to pull back. “Shit. I’m gonnacome.”
But Dylan didn’t pull back. He opened his mouth wider and took Angelo impossibly deeper, swallowing every jet of come as Angelo shot down histhroat.
Angelo collapsed, slack and panting, his heated skin sheened with sweat. He clumsily grasped Dylan’s hips as Dylan moved quickly up the bed. Dylan straddled Angelo, jacking himself furiously, his expression caught in the throes of a fast approaching orgasm. His breath came in tortured moans, and then he started to come, his head thrown back, his dick pulsing, and wet warmth painted Angelo’schest.
“Damn.” Dylan fell forward, his damp hair flopping into hisface.
Angelo pushed it back and pulled Dylan down, capturing his lips in a slow, sensual kiss that went on and on until Dylan broke away tobreathe.
“Whoa. That went on a bit longer than twominutes.”
Angelo laughed breathlessly, but the phantom clock in his brain sobered him way too fast. “I want to stay here and fuck you, but I’ve really got togo.”
Dylan sighed and slid off him. “I know. I put a clean towel out for you in the bathroom if you want to take ashower.”
Angelo shot a pointed glance at his come-smeared abdomen, then forced himself upright. His limbs felt light and loose as they bathed in the rush of endorphins, and a hot shower would hopefully prolong the sensation, but he didn’t want to leaveDylan.
He stood and held out his hand. “Shower withme?”
* * *
Two hoursafter the best start to a day that he could remember in recent years, Angelo’s morning was fast descending into the day from hell. He’d arrived at the deli to find his mother already there with his least favourite uncle in tow, faffing around with signage displays that didn’t mean anything when they couldn’t pay for the coffee beans. He’d only just managed to get rid of them when the bailiffs turnedup.
