“Let’s keep my cum in there for a bit longer, yeah?” he whispered once he stood up, brushing his lips over Jared’s neck. “Even if it’s just temporary, I wanna leave my mark on you. When we’re here, you’re mine.”
Jared nodded, breath caught up in his throat.
Here and on Mars, I belong to you.
Dylan then gently rubbed a wet cloth over his abdomen and wobbly legs. Once Jared was completely clean, he helped him into the tub, sliding right in behind.
“I love it when you let me do whatever I want,” he rasped, running gentle fingers through Jared’s hair, slicking it back.
“It was incredible.” Jared tipped his head back and rested it on Dylan’s shoulder.
“You good?”
“Mm-hmm.” His eyes closed and he sighed. “Just exhausted. It was quite intense.”
Dylan chuckled, chest vibrating against Jared’s back. “It was. Fuck... Your skin was so hot right from the start, I honestly don’t know how I didn’t burst into flames the moment you sat on me.”
“Because you’re evil and feed on my pleas.”
“I really love when you’re so damn horny. You become so... malleable.”
“Because I trust you will never do something I don’t like or can’t take.”
“I would never do such a thing, no. You’re my pretty candy boy.” Dylan pressed a kiss to his temple, breathing him in.
Jared wanted to confess. To tell him he wanted more than just sex, and that these fleeting moments together made him feel like the most precious thing on earth. But, afraid of being rejected and losing what they had, he kept his feelings to himself.
10. The last one
Music was blasting throughthe speakers, a psychodelic tapestry of colours flashing in time with the drumbeats.
Although Dylan had been crazy when he was younger, he found nothing interesting about drinking himself stupid every weekend anymore. Not when he could stay at home sleeping like a log or playing video games until the early hours of the morning—there was no in between.
However, he had to admit that it was also fun going out from time to time. More so when “the witches’ coven” was out to celebrate their last day of work until after New Year’s Eve, and they intended to make it memorable.
Crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head, Dylan watched Jared dance with Penny and Cora. They had talked about a ton of different topics, each more bizarre than the last, but this? Jared had never mentioned he liked to dance and was actually good at it. Like really good.
No wonder his hips roll so smoothly when he fucks me.
A smile curled Dylan’s lips while his friends swayed to the rhythm of the music, swirling and laughing under the jitter of lights. Jared’s messy blond hair was shining, just like those beautiful brown eyes that had him completely obsessed.
There was no reason to keep denying it. He was a goner atthis point. Had been for longer than he was willing to admit. But, afraid to come across as too pushy or inconsiderate while Jared had been single for barely three months, he hadn’t mentioned it yet.
Since they had started fooling around, neither of them had seen other people. They had talked about this and promised to always be honest, for safety reasons—you know, given that they were barebacking and fucking each other’s faces constantly without protection. So he was okay with prolonging this temporary bliss, for however long it lasted.
Besides, imagine if Jared also wanted something more... They would eventually have to do the whole introducing each other to their families thing.
Dylan was sure his parents wouldn’t give a shit. His father may even let his dark humor shine and joke about how he was dating a kid. But maybe Jared’s mum and dad wouldn’t be so happy with their baby boy dating a man twelve years older.
He didn’t care anymore about the age difference—Jared was a lot more mature than one would’ve expected, but he was aware of how most people were with this type of stuff. Everyone was open-minded and accepting until it happened to them.
As his eyes focused on the dance floor again, his heart kicked his ribs. Jared was so beautiful it was painful to look at him sometimes, especially when he was filled with pure joy.
He was usually outgoing, but also kind of timid, though the alcohol had probably helped Jared get a little carried away tonight. His expression was genuine, relaxed, and so full of life... Dylan knew he was doomed.
Minutes ticked away, and Jared and the girls finally approached.
“That was some stamina you had over there,” Dylan teased, raising his voice above the loud music.
