Page 77 of Taming Tyler Hayes

“Fuck. So good. So good,” he repeated quietly, his head still resting on the seatback, eyes closed as he felt the aftershocks of his orgasm make their way through him.

“Hayes? Are you OK?” he heard Ryan say, sounding muffled, almost as if he were in another room.

Hayes nodded, eyes still closed. “So good. Your turn now?”

Ryan ran a hand through Hayes’s hair, who moaned at his touch. “I…baby, I already came. Same time you did. Look.” Ryan grabbed Hayes’s hand and dragged his fingers through the mess Ryan had blown on his chest and abs, some of it now running off either side and onto the seat. “Thank God this is a leather interior because there is cum everywhere. So much cum. I’m actually afraid to…unplug all that.”

Hayes started to come back around, yawning. “Yeah, that was the mother lode. It’s gonna be a lot.”

“Hey?” Ryan asked gently. He brought a hand up to Hayes’s face, wiping away some of the spit that lingered there and sucking it off his own fingers. “Where’d you go?”

“Huh? I’m right here, Rook.”

“No, I mean…you disappeared for a bit, right before you came. Are you…OK?”

Hayes shrugged. “I guess. I felt…like, high or…somethin’. Still feel a little weird. I can’t describe it.”

“I didn’t…I mean, those things I said to you? I didn’t mean them. I was just…kinda playing along. You seemed into it.”

“I know that. And I was into it. I’ve never gotten off that hard. Ever. I like when you get rough with me. And I like findin’ out what I like with you, new kinks and shit. It’s fun. I…I’ll do anything you want me to do, Rook.”

Ryan didn’t say it because there was part of him that was still pissed at his ex-boyfriend, but he knew he’d do anything Hayes wanted him to do, too.

Anything.

So Like, How Do We Do This? (23)

“This is…I hope you know we’re both going straight to hell,” Ryan stated, as he used a baby blanket from JT’s diaper bag to mop up the mess they’d made, after having cleaned himself up with about half the pack of baby wipes. “Do not pass GO, do not collect $200. And if we weren’t going before, we for sure are after tonight.”

Hayes tossed Ryan his shorts and boxers as he finished pulling his own pants back on. “Yeah, well. I’m gonna have a fuck ton to answer for as it is. Might as well add one more cum-covered romp in our friend’s SUV after sneaking out of rehab to the list, eh?”

Ryan threw the blanket and wadded up wipes into a pile, turned off the overhead reading light, and sat on the floor with his back against the backseat. “Hey. Come here,” he reached for Hayes, patting between his splayed legs. Both of them still shirtless, Hayes turned around and leaned up against Ryan so his back rested on his chest. Ryan wrapped both his arms around him, Hayes clutching Ryan’s forearms.

“Rook, this feels so good.”

“I don’t ever wanna let you go, Hayes.”

“Then don’t.”

“You know I have to. We…I have to get you back.”

“I know that.”

“How’d you do it, anyway? Get out, I mean. You walk right through the front door, or...”

Hayes sighed. “I had Dora cover for me. Launched myself over the courtyard fence while she distracted the courtyard monitors. No clue if they caught me on camera or not. Then I just fuckin’ ran. I…I needed to see you, Rook.”

“I’m sorry…Dora? Who the hell is Dora?”

“She’s this older lady I kinda connected with today. She’s dope as fuck. She’s almost seventy, Cuban, and sassy as shit. Calls me Morao, which means purple in Spanish, I think. Like Purple Haze? Anyway, she’s teaching me how to crochet. Ganchillo. I’m gonna be makin’ an orange whale for JT. It’s the easiest fuckin’ thing to make apparently.”

Ryan laughed, shaking his head.

“What?” Hayes asked defensively.

“What you just said? All that? It sounds…insane, honestly. But I’m glad you’re connecting with someone finally.”

“I just know I’m gonna be gone soon, so I don’t see a point in gettin’ too close to anyone is all. She sought me out, though. Broke me down, man. Recognized me from the group meetings and forced me outta my shell.”

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