He might have been unhappy about the idea of what was basically an arranged marriage, but it was the only way anyone was ever going to want to marry him.
Being single forever seemed like a better option than trapping someone else in an unhappy relationship.
“I owe you one,” Seth said. “I owe you more than that, actually.”
“You don’t owe me anything. I’m even kinda having fun.”
Seth snorted. “This is fun for you? We need to get you out more.”
Seth would have loved to go out more with Oz. Do regular things instead of just weddings. It would have been nice to go and see a movie or walk in the park or something. Seth really hadn’t been on a lot of actual dates, so he wasn’t entirely sure what they were meant to be like.
“What if, uh, we got out of here? You’ve shown your face and done your part, we could slip away quietly now, if you want. I’ll even sweeten the deal by buying you dinner on the way back to the hotel,” Oz said.
Considering how little fun he was having except for Oz’s company, Seth wasn’t about to argue with that option.
“Deal,” he said, ducking out from under Oz’s arm with only a brief twinge of regret. He couldn’t afford to get used to it, anyway. “You sneak out now, and I’ll follow you in a few minutes.”
Oz grinned at him, then, to Seth’s surprise, ducked in and pecked him on the lips. “See you soon.”
It took a lot to make Seth blush, but Oz had just accomplished it.
Chapter Nineteen
Oz hissed as Seth’s hand wrapped around his cock, bucking his hips up against him eagerly. His knees pressed into the soft flesh of Seth’s thighs, one of the few places he had any padding at all. Not that Oz minded. He was too happy to be near Seth to care too much about their positions.
This was a good one, though, with Seth sitting in his lap, neither of them willing to wait to get undressed. The waistband of Oz’s pants pressed into his thighs where it was caught around them, but he didn’t care. As long as he had Seth, he didn’t care.
“Hat stays on,” Seth said as Oz reached up to toss it aside. “Call it a fantasy,” he added by way of explanation.
Oz chuckled, but left the hat in place. If that was what Seth wanted, Oz was happy to oblige.
The mattress creaked under them, and Oz laughed again as he realized this was the first time they’d made it to the bed for the first round.
It was only the edge of the bed, but that had to count for something.
“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he said between heaving breaths, keeping his hips moving so Seth wouldn’t stop touching him. His cock had been half-hard since Seth agreed to sneak out of the wedding reception early with him.
Maybe that was a little on the irresponsible side, but seeing Seth being courted by someone else—even someone he was never going to be interested in—had shaken something loose in Oz. He needed Seth to be all his, right now.
He might not have been able to keep him forever, but he wasn’t giving him up just yet.
“I’ve been waiting two weeks,” Seth responded, opening his pants and shoving his underwear out of the way to free his own cock, shuffling forward so that it brushed against Oz’s stomach, leaving a smear of precome behind.
Without waiting for Seth to so much as regain his balance, Oz batted his hand away and gripped both of their cocks together. This was more like it.
He closed his eyes as Seth rested his forehead against Oz’s own, the gentle contact making his heart flutter. He’d seen a softer side of Seth this weekend, evidence that he really did care, and that was the hottest thing of all right now.
“I waited too,” Oz said. He was sure Seth knew. By now, Seth had him figured out.
The fact that he liked him anyway was unexpected, but all kinds of sexy.
Seth hummed, rocking his hips into Oz’s hand, the delicate skin of his cock catching against Oz’s own. He swiped his thumb over the head, spreading precome between them to ease the way.
“Of course you did,” Seth murmured, tilting his head to kiss the tip of Oz’s nose. “You’re my good little cowboy. Well, not so much little.”
Oz could hear the smirk in his tone without even having to see his face. “Not so much a cowboy, either.”
