Chapter Fifteen
As soon as he and Rusty were behind closed doors, Blake pounced. He pushed Rusty back against the wall, leaning in for an eager, needy kiss as Rusty gasped for air, settling his hands on Blake’s hips.
“Isn’t everyone gonna hear?” Rusty asked, licking his kiss-swollen lips. Blake had no doubt that hewantedthis, regardless of whether or not he thought it was a good idea.
“I don’t care,” Blake said softly. “You defended me, and that was the hottest thing anyone’s ever done. You deserve a reward.”
Before Rusty could object, he dropped to his knees in front of him, looking up for a sign that this was okay, that they could have ill-advised sex now and worry about regretting it later.
Rusty looked down at him, his eyes dark, lips parted. He was beautiful like this, and Blake had never wanted anyone more in his life.
No one ever stood up for him. Not like that.
To his dismay, Rusty shook his head, offering his hand to help Blake up. Blake’s heart sank as he took it, tears already stinging at his eyes.
Rejection coming right on the heels of feeling so loved and valued was kind of hard to deal with.
“I’m not saying no,” Rusty murmured, squeezing hand he was still holding. “I just wanna get you off, too.”
Blake swallowed. “Oh.”
He’d been too quick to judge. He wasn’t alone in feeling whatever there was between them. He’d known that last night, too, but Rusty hadn’t been ready to give in then.
He was ready now. Blake could see it written all over his face.
“You were kissing me,” Rusty said, his voice barely above a whisper and rough with arousal. “You could do that again.”
Blake didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in again, this time pausing to breathe in Rusty’s familiar scent—the one he kept leaving on his pillows, the one that reminded Blake so much of home that it made his heart skip. It was dangerous territory, thinking that Rusty smelled like home, but he was already in it.
He knew he wasn’t coming away from this unscathed, so he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
Rusty took the lead this time, pulling Blake in by the collar of his shirt, pausing with a quarter-inch between their lips before smiling and making contact, just the barest brush of his lips against Blake’s.
It was more than enough to start arousal burning deep in Blake’s gut.
Rusty hummed, brushing their noses together, keeping his kisses light. Blake wanted more, more contact, more of Rusty, but every time he leaned in, Rusty moved out of the way.
Blake wasn’t sure how much more teasing he could take, but he knew he wasn’t about to get a say. Rusty loved to tease him, in bed and out of it.
It never felt cruel, though. It was always meant to make Blake laugh, or make things feel better because he’d had to wait for them.
Rusty moved his hands from Blake’s waist to his hips, pulling him close, grinding against him. Blake could feel Rusty’s arousal through his jeans, the heat of his body seeping into Blake’s own, making his stomach tight as he pictured what he wanted to do next.
“I need your cock,” he murmured, his ears burning as he said it. He was getting better at asking for what he wanted, and what he wanted right now was Rusty. All of him.
Rusty smirked.
“I think that could be arranged,” he said, reaching out to flick the first button of Blake’s shirt open. He worked his way down them deftly, until the fabric started to fall off Blake’s shoulders, catching at his wrists.
He held one up for Rusty, giving him the opportunity to unbutton the cuffs as well.
Instead, Rusty took his hand and kissed his palm, the softest brush of lips and stubble over the sensitive skin there.
“On the bed, on your back,” Rusty said, giving Blake the gentlest shove toward it. “Strip off first.”
Blake nodded, his head spinning with arousal, blood rushing to his cock and away from his brain.
He managed to follow Rusty’s instructions, unbuttoning his cuffs and letting his shirt flutter to the floor before getting started on his jeans, breathing a sigh of relief as his cock was freed.
