Bryce’s laugh was a puff of air. “Too late now.”
“Yeah,” Tom said, pulling him in again.
It was perfect and exactly what Tom wanted, but as they continued, he found it wasn’teverythinghe wanted. He waspressing tighter against Bryce, one hand wound in his messy hair to hold him in place as he explored his mouth more deeply, the other roaming over the strong muscles of his back. They were flexing as he pulled Tom closer, his hands unerringly going to Tom’s ass. Tom shuddered, remembering just how it had felt to be with Bryce and how much he wanted that again.
Tom was desperately tugging his shirt up to get to the skin beneath, when Bryce pulled back. He was breathing deeply, his eyes dark, but there was a wicked smile on his face.
“So this is the part where we kiss chastely and say goodnight, then?” he asked. “Being our first date and all.”
“You got it,” Tom agreed, realizing how far gone he must be to find Bryce’s sense of humor attractive. “Now get the fuck back here and kiss me chastely some more.”
So he did. And then there was some not-quite-so-chaste kissing, involving hands down one another’s pants, and oh, God, Bryce was everything he’d remembered—so hard and smooth and perfect in a way that was only Bryce, and Tom went to his knees between Bryce’s thighs, splayed open on the couch.
Bryce groaned helplessly as Tom took him into his mouth. The low, needing sound went straight to Tom’s heart. He wanted to wring those sounds out of Bryce, again and again, and he concentrated on giving him the best blow job he’d ever had.
Seemed like he might just have managed it too, from the way Bryce’s hands tangled in his hair and his whole body tensed, shuddering apart as he came, hot and fast, deep in Tom’s mouth.
Tom wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and leaned in, dizzy with it—dizzy withhim—only to be yanked into Bryce’s lap, straddling his thighs.
Bryce kissed him like he couldn’t get enough, like the air in his lungs would only work if it came from Tom. “Fuck, Tom,” he muttered, voice still raw. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
“Worse ways to go,” Tom murmured back, his own cock hard and aching between them.
Bryce slid down, guiding Tom back until he was stretched along the couch cushions, legs spread, chest heaving. Tom’s breath hitched as Bryce leaned over him, placing a kiss just below his navel, then another, lower still, until his mouth was exactly where Tom needed it.
The first hot slide of Bryce’s tongue nearly undid him. Tom swore, one hand flying to Bryce’s hair, anchoring him in place. He didn’t bother trying to keep quiet. There was no one to overhear, and even if there had been, he wouldn’t have cared. All he could think about was the heat and suction, the maddening flick of Bryce’s tongue, the way he groaned likehewas the one getting off.
Tom bucked, breath ragged, completely undone. “Bryce—fuck, I’m—”
Bryce just gripped his hips harder, holding him there until Tom spilled with a desperate cry, pleasure crashing over him, rolling and tumbling him in its wake.
When he came back to himself, Bryce was still stretched between his legs, lazily placing little kisses against Tom’s thigh, his stomach, like he had nowhere else to be.
He looked at the softness and delight in Bryce’s face, and the difference between him and Zack had never been more stark.
“I have to get rid of this apartment,” he said, before reaching down and drawing Bryce up to kiss him. Banishing Zack’s ghost forever.
When he finally pulled away, he could see the amused confusion in Bryce’s face. “Blow jobs are how you make real estate decisions?”
Tom smiled, happier than he could ever remember being. “Oh, yeah. Lucky for you, I have a few to make.”
BRYCE
Bryce was somewhat bemused by Tom’s sudden declaration, but the only thing that really mattered was the happiness in his eyes.
“I love you,” he said, pressing a kiss to those lips, loving how they were slightly swollen from his attentions. A physical mark of the thing that lay between them, so that anyone seeing Tom from now on would know he was loved and cherished.
Tom’s eyes were suspiciously bright as he pulled away briefly. “Love you too,” he said, and then they were kissing again, and Bryce had the feeling they’d never stop.
Well, that was fine. He could really get behind this whole chaste-kissing thing if it involved blow jobs. And maybe, from the way Tom was circling his hand around Bryce’s wrist and tugging him toward the bedroom, it might involve even more than that in his immediate future.
God, yes. As Tom efficiently stripped him of every item of borrowed clothing, covering him instead with teasing kisses, Bryce decided he was now officially a fan of chastity.
Chapter Thirty-four
BRYCE
“I have to go—we’re due at another TV studio.”
