“Good, because this is the only way I know of impressing people.” Oz sat down opposite Seth again, passing his beer across to him and putting the plate of finger food between them. “Hospitality is in my DNA.”
“Do you think they’re in love?” Seth asked, cracking his beer open and grabbing a sandwich.
“Mason and Emma?” Oz asked. He’d wondered himself. Their relationship had seemed to progress quickly. One minute Mason had mentioned meeting someone, the next he was sending out wedding invitations.
That didn’t mean they weren’t in love, but he could see some family pressure in there, too.
Maybe it really was a beautiful story of two people finding their soulmates.
Oz wasn’t inclined to believe in that kind of thing, though.
“Yeah. I feel as though I heard about Mason for the first time when I was being invited to the wedding. I mean, me and Emma aren’t the closest siblings, but…”
“Yeah, gotta wonder,” Oz agreed. “But it’s their lives, and they can run them however they want.”
Seth nodded, grabbing another canape from the plate. “Your family doesn’t believe in moderation, do they?” he asked as he bit into it.
“They believe in moderating their moderation.” Oz smiled to himself. His mother’s stamp was all over this wedding, and he already felt sorry for Emma. She had no idea what she’d married into.
“I’m noticing that you have a way with words.”
Oz snorted. He’d never thought of himself as particularly gifted with words, but he’d definitely come up with a good phrase or two in his time. “Iamgood with my mouth.”
This time, Seth blushed. Oz was starting to think his interest wasn’t one-sided. Which was just as well, because that would have been embarrassing.
Disappointing, too. It had been a while since he’d had the chance to have some good, simple fun. Especially with someone as cute as Seth.
It couldn’t hurt to make a move and see where it took them.
“So are we, uh, stepbrothers now?” he asked, picking at the plate in front of him.
“Brothers-in-law,” Seth corrected.
“Either way, there’sbrothersin the title.”
Seth hummed in agreement. “On a scale of one to ten, how indecent would it be if I invited you back to my hotel room tonight?”
Oz grinned. Seth was interested, after all. He’d even beaten Oz to making that clear. “At least a six,” he responded.
“In that case,” Seth said, taking another canape from the plate. “Wanna come back to my room?”
“I’d like that a whole lot,” Oz agreed.
Chapter Two
The moment Oz had pinned him to his hotel room wall when they got in, Seth had known he was in for one hell of a ride.
Now, with his legs wrapped around Oz’s waist and the hot, thick head of Oz’s cock pressing against him, teasingly close to where he really wanted it, he could see it was even better than he’d expected. His mouth was bruised, his cock was leaking steadily, and all he could think about was how good Oz was going to feel inside him.
“Don’t make me beg,” Seth murmured, his voice already wrecked from moaning his way through the whole of the prep work. Oz had been quick about it, but made sure to tease with every touch, leaving Seth needy and desperate before they’d even really started.
“Why not?” Oz chuckled into his ear, brushing his lips against it. He shifted Seth’s weight as though he was feather-light, settling him so he was leaning a little more weight on Oz’s hips.
Seth didn’t have an answer for that. He was at Oz’s mercy, though he wasn’t exactly upset about it. He bit his lip as the soft skin of Oz’s belly rubbed against his cock, not quite enough friction to get off on, but enough to make him want more.
“Can’t brag about the really hot guy I fucked at this wedding if you never fuck me,” Seth said after a moment. He’d enjoyed the back-and-forth between them earlier, but it was hard to think of witty comebacks when all the blood he needed in his brain was in his cock.
