Chapter Twenty-Four
Blake’s delighted laughter filled Rusty’s ears as they locked themselves in his bedroom, vibrating all the way down to his gut and settling there as warm arousal.
Blake was so muchfun. Sweet, and eager, and not coy about sex, either.
He was basically perfect.
Rusty reached out to loosen Blake’s tie, pulling it away from his collar and tossing it aside. He’d left his jacket downstairs, and once Rusty flicked two of his shirt buttons open, he grinned. Blake lookedgreathalf dressed.
He reached out and ruffled Blake’s hair to complete the picture.
“What’re you doing?” Blake asked.
“You look good like this,” Rusty said softly.
“Yeah, well…” Blake began, reaching out to tug Rusty’s shirt tails out of the waistband of his pants, sliding his hand under the fabric once it was free and trailing his fingertips over the sensitive skin of Rusty’s stomach. “You look great like this, but you look a whole lot better naked.”
Rusty chuckled, leaning in and brushing his nose against Blake’s before catching his mouth. His tongue darted out to taste the crisp champagne still on Blake’s lips, his heart leaping when Blake opened up to him, sliding his tongue against Rusty’s, kissing him like this meant something.
He wasn’t normally big on kissing, but Blake was special.
“Your turn to top?” Rusty asked, the tips of his ears burning. He never asked for this, so rarely trusted anyone to do it for him, but Blake…
He trusted Blake. He would have trusted him with just about anything.
“It’s your reward,” Blake said, reaching out and unbuttoning Rusty’s shirt deftly. “You can have whatever you want.”
“I want that,” Rusty responded, his confidence growing. “Can’t let you haveallthe fun.”
“I think you’ve had plenty of fun,” Blake said. “But if that’s what you want, get on the bed.”
Rusty licked his lips, a rush of arousal flaring up in his gut.
“Yes sir,” he said, grinning at Blake as he backed off a half-step, fumbling with his belt buckle as Blake ducked over to the side of the bed, digging through the growing pile of clothes there for the bottle of lube.
He managed to get his belt undone on the third attempt, dropping his pants and underwear at once before shrugging his shirt off, cufflinks falling to the ground. He watched one of them roll under the bed, thought about trying to find it, and then decided he didn’t give a damn.
In a choice between Blake fucking his brains out and looking for a cufflink, Rusty was always going to pick Blake.
He climbed onto the bed, bracing himself on his hands and knees. He was already half-hard in anticipation, the thought of having Blake inside him making his skin tingle.
The mattress dipped as Blake climbed onto the bed behind him.
“This is a good look for you,” Blake said. “Have I ever mentioned you’ve got a great butt?”
“Don’t remember,” Rusty responded. “Happy to hear it as often as you wanna say it, though.”
Blake chuckled, resting a hand on the small of Rusty’s back, his thumb tracing tiny circles on the delicate skin.
Having Blake touch him was bliss. His hands were warm and confident, skimming over sensitive places and leaving Rusty gasping for breath, blood rushing to his cock as Blake ran his hands up and down his sides, down the outside of his thighs and then back up along the insides, making him want to spread them wider.
There was a possessive streak in the touch, the feeling of being claimed by Blake’s hands lingering in the back of Rusty’s mind.
He didn’t hate it at all.
All he’d ever wanted was for someone to care about him enough to claim him. To be willing to own up to knowing him, to loving him.
No one ever had.
