“Hey, he called me hot. I like him.” Scott shrugged. Hedidlike Riley. Charlie was nothing like his older brother—either of his older brothers—but they were all good people.
“I still saw you first,” Charlie said, squeezing Scott’s hand. “They all approve, by the way. Not that you probably care.”
“I do care,” Scott responded. “I care that your family likes me. I care that you’re never gonna have to feel like you’re choosing between me and family.”
“You never really talk about your family.” Charlie shifted closer, leaning his head against Scott’s shoulder.
Scott was starting to love it when he did that.
“There’s not much to talk about. I’m the only child of two only children. Neither of them miss me now that I’m gone.”
Charlie made a soft, sad noise and shuffled a little closed. “They should. You’re wonderful.”
“I don’t think it’s their fault,” Scott said. “I think they had a kid because they thought they had to, and then I was… there, and they never really wanted me, so they sort’ve… went through the motions of raising a child. I know they love me in their own way, but I always felt like I’d interrupted their life. I dunno.”
“You shouldn’t have been made to feel like that,” Charlie murmured, squeezing Scott’s hand again. “You deserve to be loved.”
Scott swallowed. He wasn’t sure whether or not they were atI love youstage yet, so he held his tongue.
But he wanted to say it.
He wanted to be in love with Charlie, and come over for Sunday lunches every week, and bask in the warm, loving family he could see himself just slotting into, like he’d always belonged there.
“Thanks,” Scott said instead. “I like your family.”
Charlie hummed, turning his head to kiss Scott’s cheek. “Good. Because we come as a whole package.”
“But I only have to take you home, right?”
“Right,” Charlie said. “In a minute. I’m too full to move.”
Scott laughed at that.
Yeah. He could get used to this.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Charlie hummed softly as Scott kissed him, tightening the grip he had on both of their cocks. He’d missed out on morning sex on Saturday, so he was really glad they were making up for it today.
It was easy and gentle, lazy and unsophisticated and so, so perfect. Charlie was already close, his eager thrusts into his own hand getting more and more urgent, and he could tell Scott was getting there, too.
Every hitched breath, every caught moan, all of that told him that this was working for Scott as much as it was for him.
Scott splayed his hand over Charlie’s ass, his fingers pressing deep into the flesh. He pulled Charlie in closer so they were touching hip-to-shoulder, barely enough room between them for Charlie’s hand to hold them together, but they didn’t need room.
Charlie grunted as Scott’s fingers dipped between his ass cheeks, teasing him. He didn’t have time for anything more than this, not if he wanted to get home, shower, and get to work on time, but there’d be another chance.
It wasn’t as though he was going to get tired of Scott. Scott was still everything he wanted and more.
Scott’s breathing sped up, harsh pants tearing out of his throat. He groaned a low, needy groan, one that Charlie felt in his own gut.
Desperate now, Charlie threw a leg over Scott’s, bringing them as close together as possible. He rocked his hips against Scott’s belly, squeezing both of their cocks together, biting his lip.
Being right on the edge of coming was so frustrating, but it felt good, too. He knew Scott was right there with him, just as desperate and needy as he was.
Scott’s fingertip brushed against Charlie’s sensitive hole, just the barest touch, but it was enough to set him off. His hips jerked forward, his orgasm rushing down his spine, pooling briefly in the pit of his stomach as he bucked hard against Scott, tightening his leg over him to hold him in place.
Charlie gasped and writhed against him, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through him as he came.
