Riley snorted. “Frequently, but not right now. I figure you’ve had enough wedding for today.”
“I don’t wanna run home on Charlie and Scott,” Brent said.
“We’re not.” Riley darted in to peck his lips. “I still have a room here.”
Riley watched as understanding dawned over Brent’s features, his cheeks flushing and the tips of his ears going red. He nodded silently, squeezing Riley’s hand, a tiny signal that he should lead the way.
Riley didn’t need to be told twice, dragging Brent through the crowd and into the house eagerly, their footsteps bouncing on the stairs as Riley tugged Brent toward his old bedroom.
It was always exactly the way he left it, minus any laundry he’d left behind and with clean, fresh sheets. He didn’t deserve his mom, but he was grateful to have her.
He didn’t deserve Brent either, but he intended to work on that.
Riley flicked the lock on the door, then turned Brent around and pushed him back against it, kissing him eagerly.
“Do you haveanyidea how many times I fantasized about this before I left home?” Riley asked between kisses, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Brent’s ear.
A pretty pink blush colored Brent’s cheeks. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Riley smiled a slow, warm smile at him. “I was so innocent back then. I just wanted to kiss you.”
“I wanted to kiss you, too,” Brent said. “But I really am glad we waited. We weren’t ready for each other back then.”
“I still want to kiss you.” Riley darted close to peck Brent on the lips, then took a half step back and dropped to his knees as elegantly as he could on the hard floorboards beneath him. “I’d just like to try it a little lower down.”
Brent’s eyes widened as he stared down at Riley, his mouth hanging open.
“You’ve been very patient with my enthusiasm for weddings all day,” Riley said. “You’ve earned this.”
“I thought you didn’tearnsex,” Brent said. Riley didn’t specifically remember telling him that, but it did sound like something he’d say.
“You don’t. I’m making an excuse to do something I want to do. You’re all dressed up. You look great. I wanna mess you up a little.”
Brent blushed again. “I wasn’t saying no,” he mumbled, his gaze moving to Riley’s lips.
Riley grinned, taking that as permission to unbuckle Brent’s belt and open his fly, pushing his neatly-pressed pants halfway down his thighs so they’d be out of the way.
His mouth watered as he took in the promising bulge in the front of Brent’s underwear. Brent filled out a pair of boxer-briefs like an underwear model.
“Have I told you today that you’re beautiful?” Riley looked up at Brent, meeting his eyes.
“Only like a hundred times before we left,” Brent said, smiling a soft, fond smile.
“Good, that’s about the number of times you should hear it every day.” Riley hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Brent’s underwear, pulling them down in one swift movement and letting them catch around his thighs, too.
He laughed as Brent’s cock sprang free, already half-hard. Riley hadn’t expected Brent to be as eager as he’d turned out to be about sex, but he wasn’t ever going to complain about that. The closeness of mutual orgasms was good for Riley’s soul.
Riley leaned in to press a kiss to the shaft, holding the flat of his tongue against it as Brent spread his legs wider, his head banging against the door.
“Gotta be quiet, or the people downstairs will hear,” Riley reminded him.
Brent whimpered softly, pursing his lips together in a failed attempt to keep the sound from escaping.
This was gonna be fun.
They couldn’t afford to go missing for too long, or someone would come looking, so it was a race to get Brent off. That made it all the more exciting, and Riley’s stomach swooped as he leaned in, licking a stripe along the shaft and then sucking the head of Brent’s cock into his mouth, letting the familiar weight of it sit on his tongue.
He loved doing this for Brent. He loved the sounds Brent made, the way he whimpered and moaned, the way he was after, soft and pliant and satisfied. Cuddly, too, though they wouldn’t have much of a chance to cuddle this time.
