“Answer me,” he said, the sheets falling away as he split Taylor’s legs and pressed himself between them.
“Yes,” Taylor squeaked, shoving at Johnny’s shoulder. “Okay? Yes, I liked it. But then we accidentally tore up the squad car, and the Supt was on about DNA testing the seats to find out who’d done it and we decided it was probably best not to fuck again.”
Johnny’s mouth hung open. “That was you?” And Taylor couldn’t tell if he was on the verge of laughing or going batshit crazy. “You swore blind you had nothing to do with it. The boss was fuming.”
Taylor clenched his teeth and twisted onto his front again, but realised too late that he wasn’t going anywhere when Johnny sat on his back. His thighs were warm, so were his balls, and Taylor squirmed again as his cock began to swell at such an alarming rate it was practically battering the mattress.
“Are you angry?” Taylor asked, words muffled by the pillow. “Because I can’t tell if we’re about to fight or… or… the other thing. You’re giving me seriously mixed signals, dude.”
Johnny tipped forwards and Taylor could feel the warmth radiating from his chest. “What other thing?”
Groaning, Taylor lifted his head. “Oh, come on, JP! Don’t act like we didn’t just… you know.”
“Kiss?”
Deflating, Taylor let his head flop against the pillow. “Yeah,that.”
Johnny hummed. “Mhm. Are you saying youwantto do that again?”
“No.”
Did he not? Because when it was happening he definitely liked it. His wolflovedit—too much, apparently, because it’d done its damnedest to act like Theo wasn’t wedged between them.
It was confusing. The whole thing was just so fucking confusing, and when he moved his legs his dick rubbed against the sheets, and there was a weird feeling in his tummy, spreading to his groin, and—no… oh no… oh dear fucking lord,no.
“Tay, are you?—”
“No!” he yelled into the pillow, chest heaving and legs spasming as he involuntarily rutted into the mattress. “Fucking hell. This is not happening.”
Johnny huffed out a laugh and stroked his back. “You sure you don’t want to do it again?”
Taylor drew his knees up, tipping Johnny off his back as he gripped the sheets. He was rolling his hips and biting the pillow, andfuckhis dick was sensitive, because honest to God it felt like he was going to shoot his load onto Theo’s daisy patterned sheets.
Reaching under himself, he gripped the base of his cock, which had been his first and last mistake because as soon as he touched his knot he came violently into his hand. It splattered heavily over the blankets, and Taylor realised that Johnny’s arm had somehow worked its way back underneath his body and was rubbing his chest.
Panting and grunting against the pillow, Taylor screwed his eyes shut, because shit…thatjust happened. Johnny was silent and his hand had stopped rubbing his chest and fuck-a-duck Taylor probably looked like such a loser.
“Taylor Campbell,” Johnny said, voice tight, “we’re going to take a shower, then we’re going to go home and have a very long talk.”
Taylor squeezed his eyes shut, growling into the pillow. “You just love fucking talking, don’t you, JP?”
“I do.”
“Can we not? Can we just pretend like that didn’t happen?”
Johnny leant down, pressing his clammy forehead to the back of Taylor’s neck. “That’ll be a hard no.”
“Fuck.Fuck you. Well, we’re collecting the car from the restaurant and getting breakfast before any of that shit. Preferably drive-through because I need to order everything off the fucking menu.”
Johnny laughed. “That, I can do.”
“… and a double sausage and egg breakfast muffin, please,” he shouted into the intercom.
“Anything else?” the poor McDonald’s employee said as Taylor barked the entire menu at her.
His eyes slid to Johnny, who was sitting silently in the passenger seat. “Do you want anything?”
Johnny raised an eyebrow, the intensity of his gaze making Taylor snap his head back towards the microphone. “And a large Coke, bacon roll and three more hash browns, please. Fuck.”
