“Fuss?” Dylan’s eyes were glued to the bottle of water between Ryker’s legs. Ryker wrapped his hand around it, holding it like he would his cock.
“August is very excited about seeing you again.” Ryker circled the cap of his bottle with his thumb. “Apparently, you made quite an impression.”
Dylan didn’t look like he knew what to do with that information.
“You’re not angry?” he finally blurted out.
Ryker chuckled and rose up from the bed, the sudden movement making Dylan jump.
“Not at all.” Ryker crossed the space between them, loving the way his height allowed him to loom over the younger man. He pinched the front of Dylan’s t-shirt between his thumb and index finger, stroking the cotton with his gloved fingers. “Envious, maybe, but not angry.”
Dylan stood frozen, not even breathing as Ryker touched his shirt.
This was the point where Ryker would normally have removed his gloves, but since Dylan apparently had a thing for them, he kept them on.
It might have been why he put the gloves on in the first place. He didn’t usually wear them when he ran before temperatures dipped below zero.
“Would you be interested in maybe doing something about that?” Ryker traced the rim of Dylan’s collar, the back of his fingers brushing against the boy’s skin and making him tremble.
“About what?” Dylan asked, breath stuttering when he finally managed to inhale.
“Making me less envious.” Ryker licked his lips and took a step closer, crowding Dylan up against the sink and making him lean back.
“How would I do that?”
Dylan’s breaths were now coming in sharp little pants, and Ryker could feel the boy’s hard-on poking him in the thigh.
He let his grin turn wolfish.
“You tell me,” he said, stroking his fingers into the hollow of Dylan’s throat. “What did you do with August that I would beenviousof?”
Dylan closed his eyes and held himself perfectly still. After a beat, he looked up at Ryker through his lashes.
“I gave him a blowjob?”
The fact that Dylan phrased it like a question was adorable.
“A blowjob?” Ryker wrapped his hand around the side of Dylan’s neck, feeling along the bruise that August’s had sucked and bitten into his skin. “That sounds very nice. Can I have one, too?”
Dylan nodded, just a slight twitch of his head, but that was all Ryker needed. He pushed the boy to his knees, folding him down into the tight space between his legs and the cabinet under the sink.
He looked down, his cock throbbing at the sight of Dylan kneeling at his feet.
“Pull off my shorts.” Ryker’s voice was gruff. Now that he had Dylan where he wanted him, he was eager to begin.
Dylan was staring down at his shoes, looking like he was in his own little world.
“Are you waiting for something?” Ryker tried not to let his impatience shine through in his voice. His cock was throbbing, twitching and leaking pre-come, and he wanted to feel Dylan’s lips on itnow.
“No, sorry,” Dylan mumbled, rushing to grasp the waistline of Ryker’s shorts, pulling them down around his muscular thighs and dragging the fabric down to his running shoes.
“Good boy,” Ryker said, his voice closer to a growl than not. He stepped out of the shorts and kicked them to the side. He debated taking off his shoes, but then he’d have to bend down and untie them. He didn’t have time for that. “I can be rough with you, right?”
Pupils blown wide open, lips slack, Dylan looked up at him and nodded.
Ryker grabbed him by the hair, giving him a shake to establish who was in charge, and then pressed his face into his bulge.
The contact sent sparks of pleasure dancing up Ryker’s spine.
