Chapter Twelve
Allen was half asleep when his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He blinked at the screen, saw Rick’s name, and sat up straight. Picking up his phone, Allen said, “Hello?”
Rick didn’t waste time. “Are you awake?”
Allen rubbed his face. “I am now. What’s wrong?”
There was a pause, just long enough that Allen could hear Rick breathing. “I need to see you.”
Allen’s stomach clenched. Rick didn’t usually say things like that. He was direct, yes, but not like this. Not late at night like this.
“Where are you?” Allen asked.
“In the car.” Another pause. “I’m close.”
Allen looked at the clock. It was after midnight. He should’ve said no. He should’ve asked more questions, but instead, he heard himself say, “Come over.”
Rick exhaled like he’d been waiting for permission. “Okay.”
Allen swung his legs out of bed and stood, suddenly aware of the state of his apartment. A hoodie on the couch. A plate in the sink. He didn’t care most days, but he cared now.
He moved fast and rinsed the plate, shoving it into the drying rack. He kicked the hoodie into his bedroom and quickly cleared the coffee table. Allen went into the bathroom, turned the shower on, and stripped out of his T-shirt and boxers. The water hit his skin and woke him fully. He washed quickly, rinsed, and stood there for a second longer than he needed to, listening for the sound of a car outside.
When he got out, he dried off and pulled on clean clothes, then checked his phone. No new messages yet. Less than a minute later, headlights swept across his living room wall.
Allen crossed the living room and opened the door.
Rick stood there in his coat, hood down, hair slightly damp from the cold. His eyes went straight to Allen’s face. He didn’t say hi. He stepped inside, and Allen barely had time to move back before Rick’s hand caught the door and shut it.
Allen’s pulse jumped. “Rick—”
Rick grabbed the front of Allen’s shirt and kissed him. It was hard enough that Allen’s back hit the wall, and the shock of it went straight through him. Allen made a sound, surprised by the kiss as Rick pressed in closer, his tongue licking over Allen’s lips before sliding inside.
Allen’s hands hovered for a second, then he grabbed Rick’s coat, fingers digging in, and kissed him back, moaning as Rick took control. Rick’s palm slid to the front of Allen’s neck, holding him there.
Allen’s head tipped back without meaning to, and his breath caught when Rick’s mouth shifted to his jaw, then back to his lips. Allen moaned again, shuddering when Rick bit his lip.
Rick’s mouth left his for a second and murmured, “I need you.”
Allen swallowed, chest tight. “Okay,” he managed.
Rick kissed him again before Allen could say anything else, and Allen let him. He didn’t know what had set Rick off, but what surprised Allen was how much he liked it. How much he liked Rick taking control.
Rick’s fingers tugged on Allen’s hair. “You’ve showered.”
Allen nodded. “Just before you came.”
“Good,” Rick growled. He dropped to his knees and yanked Allen’s sweats down, then took hold of his dick and licked over the head before sucking on it. Allen gasped, his hands grabbing Rick’s shoulders as Rick’s tongue slid over and around the head.
Rick grabbed Allen’s hips and spun him around, spread his asscheeks, and licked Allen’s asshole. Allen cried out, pushing his ass back and moaning when Rick flicked his tongue over his hole. Allen couldn’t remember the last time a man had done this to him. His cock hardened, and he groaned as he fisted his dick, stroking as Rick’s tongue slid inside his ass.
Suddenly, Rick spun him around and kissed him, thrusting his tongue into Allen’s mouth as he picked him up and carried him to his bedroom. Allen held on, whimpering when Rick placed him on the floor.
“Strip,” Rick ordered, and Allen rushed to comply. Once he was naked, he lay on the bed with Rick covering him. They kissed again, tongues tangling erotically. “Condoms?”
Allen reached for the drawer and handed Rick a condom and the bottle of lube. Rick poured lube onto his fingers and Allen spread his legs, biting his lip when Rick pushed a finger into his ass.
It didn’t take long for Rick to move up to three fingers, and Allen arched, his head pushing back into the pillow. When he slid his fingers free, Allen watched him roll the condom on, then groaned when Rick pushed inside.
