Chapter Ten
By the time they did finally get back to his apartment, Seth was starting to think that Oz’s punishment for his behavior at the wedding was actually going to benosex, not rougher, needier sex like he’d hoped.
The idea that he might have pushed Oz too far made him feel sick to the stomach. For once in his life, a genuinely good man was interested in him, and he’d screwed it up.
It was almost enough to make him want to beg for forgiveness, which was something he’d never been inclined to do before. Anyone else who’d been mad at him hadn’t seemed worth remaining friends with.
He discovered the moment the door was closed behind them that he shouldn’t have been worried.
Oz slammed him against the wall so hard it knocked the breath out of him, leaving him gasping for air as the other man attacked his mouth, biting at his lower lip, swiping his tongue across it, forcing his way inside.
Seth groaned, grabbing Oz’s ass instinctively and rubbing against him, eager for more. If this was revenge, he wasn’t sorry for anything he’d done tonight.
The entire weight of Oz’s body was pressed against him, pinning him in place so that even if he’d wanted to move, he couldn’t have. All he could do was lean into the wall and hold on for the ride.
This was just like the first time, when he couldn’t move, could barely breathe, but Oz was so hot that he didn’t care. He’d wanted him since the moment they’d parted ways, and now he was finally getting him.
It was sogood, so perfect. He’d wanted Oz since the moment he saw him, and he hadn’t stopped wanting him since. Not even when they’d been apart.
That was new, but Seth was happy to roll with it if the sex was always going to be as satisfying as it was right now.
“If you’d pushed me a little further, you could’ve had this at the wedding,” Oz purred into Seth’s ear, rocking his hips into Seth’s in slow, lazy circles, his hard cock rubbing against Seth’s own.
“I thought that might be too much for you,” Seth confessed, grabbing handfuls of Oz’s shirt to pull him closer.
Oz chuckled. “Not with you. You’re different.”
Seth wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to be different, but it sounded like a compliment.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, tilting his head to give Oz access to his neck. He was already getting the idea that Oz had a thing for it.
“I’ve had so many boyfriends push me away when I wanted… this… that I was starting to think there was something wrong with me,” Oz said.
It felt like the kind of thing he wouldn’t tell just anyone, but Seth didn’t want to think too deeply about that right now.
“There’snothingwrong with you.” Seth tugged Oz’s shirt out of his pants, splaying his fingers over the smooth skin of his stomach.
He hadn’t had the chance to map Oz out yet the way he wanted to, but so far, every inch of him was perfect.
It was hard to imagine pushing him away.
Seth let his eyes fall closed, focusing on the brush of Oz’s lips against his neck, the sweet little sparks of friction as their cocks rubbed together through the fabric of their pants and underwear. Normally, Seth would have demanded more, but he knew he could rely on Oz for another round before morning.
Oz was incredibly, intensely fuckable, and Seth intended to make the most of him.
He reached up, grabbing a handful of Oz’s hair to pull his head down, kissing him hard, licking his way inside Oz’s mouth to taste red wine and breath mints, smiling at how perfectly normal Oz was. Steady and reliable, just like the old-timey cowboy Seth had decided he basically was in his head.
Oz probably wouldn’t have appreciated that, but Seth enjoyed the idea too much to give it up just yet. He should have made Oz keep the hat on the first time.
Having Oz’s tongue in his mouth was almost as good as having his cock in his ass. Hot arousal built in Seth’s belly, every thrust of Oz’s hips increasing the delicious pressure. Seth’s head was already spinning, his mind clouded with arousal, a growing urge in the pit of his stomach making him want so much more.
He wanted to wrap his legs around Oz’s waist and demand his cock, but he didn’t want to wait for that.
Instead, Seth grasped Oz’s shoulder to flip their positions, and then dropped to his knees in front of him. His mouth started watering before he hit the ground at the thought of what he was going to do next.
“What’re you…?” Oz looked down at him, his lips swollen and his eyes glazed, lust and need written all over his features.
“What do you think?” Seth raised an eyebrow. “Unless you’d rather I didn’t?”
