Page 28 of Back in the Hunt

He curled himself forward and straightened, viewing it from different angles as he turned. Then, Everly raised his arms andflexed like a bodybuilder and yelped at the slight bulging where he’d always imagined his biceps would be.

“Whoa! I’malmostalmost ripped,” he observed and turned to get another look at his bottom. Itmighthave looked fuller and firmer too. “Bryn!” he called excitedly.

He burst through the door a heartbeat later. “What happened?” Bryn asked breathlessly as he held onto the knob and searched the bathroom.

“I’m okay! I didn’t break anything!” Everly reassured him and gestured for Bryn to come closer. “Look!” he said pointing at his new ab.

“I probably…shouldn’t,” Bryn replied tightly as he studied the ceiling, turning to leave.

“Wait!” Everly spun and presented his backside. “Do I have cakes?”

Bryn coughed and nodded. “Yes,” he confirmed without needing to look. “Everything’s…perfect…back there,” he mumbled as a hand flailed in Everly’s direction.

“Yes!” Everly pumped a fist, watching his arm through the mirror, then extended it toward Bryn. “I’m getting a muscle here too!” he said as he pointed at his upper arm. “I bet it’s because we went on that run,” he guessed, causing Bryn to chuckle.

“You ran to the corner, Ev. It’s probably because you’re eating better and taking care of yourself,” he said to the door and Everly’s lip pushed out.

“Oh. I thought I was turning into a real man like you and Nelson.”

“Hey!” Bryn scolded as he turned, bracing his hands on his hips as he frowned at Everly. “You are real. You feel everything that I feel?—”

“I can’t feel it when I burn myself or step on something sharp or when I fall and crack my chin or my nose on the curb,” Everly argued, making Bryn splutter.

“That’s not what I meant! Youfeelthe same things I feel.” He tapped the center of his chest. “Even more, sometimes, and you care about all the things a man should care about. You care about doing what’s right and you care about your friends and the people you love, more than you care about yourself,” Bryn explained.

Everly nodded in understanding. His old life had seemed more like a simulation or a demo model of a young man’s life until Bryn found him. “I love you and that makes me feel real.”

“Damn it, Ev!” Bryn’s hand scrubbed over his mouth and he stopped himself from punching the door. “You’re really testing me,” he whispered loudly, pointing hard at Everly. “You are real and you’re enough of a man to tie me up in knots, let me fuckin’ tell you.” He looked exasperated as he swept back his hair, his gaze hard and starved as it raked Everly from his eyes to his toes and back.

“I am?”

A wry laugh burst from Bryn as he pushed away from the door and reached for Everly, reeling him in. “I want to be balls deep right now, hearing you scream my name,” he growled as he gathered Everly in his arms, sweeping him off his feet.

“You can if you wan?—!”

Bryn cut Everly off with a hard, hungry kiss, lapping and sucking on his tongue. His growl grew louder and more demanding as Bryn licked along Everly’s jaw. “Don’t say another word until I tell you it’s safe,” he panted in Everly’s ear, the damp huffs sending a shiver down his spine. “I’m going to taste you and love you with my mouth and you’re going to be as quiet as you can, got it?” he asked and Everly swallowed hard and nodded. “Good. Because, so help me gods, Ev… If you say one word, I will break and fuck you so hard it’ll scramble both of our souls and we’ll have to spend the rest of eternity as incubi.” He raised a brow, daring Everly to say something.

Everly clapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head. He would do whatever Bryn asked.

“Very good,” Bryn said and set Everly on the counter. “Turn and onto your knees,” he commanded, supporting Everly and getting him into position with his knees spread. “Hold onto the glass so you don’t fall,” Bryn whispered in his ear.

Everly nodded, then swallowed a gasp as Bryn’s fingers trailed down his spine. The cheeks of his bottom were stroked with tender reverence and Bryn let out a tortured groan as he traced the puckered flesh around Everly’s hole. Kisses rained down Everly’s back as Bryn lowered, taking a knee.

A finger pressed against the tight ring of Everly’s ass and Bryn swore and leaned back. “You’re already wet!”

Their eyes met in the mirror but Everly barely nodded, afraid Bryn would stop or turn them both into incubi if he shared that he was often very wet, especially when Bryn was around. Or that he had never required lubricant while bottoming because he made so much on his own. Bryn held him open, muttering a string of curses as he fingered Everly’s slick hole.

The hot sweep of Bryn’s tongue almost made Everly sob, but he bit down on his lips. He pressed his cheek against the glass, closing his eyes and savoring every searing flick and slick thrust of Bryn’s tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good.” Bryn’s hands tightened around Everly’s cheeks and there were loud smacking sounds as he feasted. His fingers twisted and spread, opening Everly so Bryn could spit into his hole and chase it with his tongue. He sucked it out, then slid two fingers into Everly, curling them as he rubbed hard.

A bright wave of pleasure rolled up Everly’s back and limbs and he let out a strangled “Oh!” as he came, cum flinging onto the counter between his knees.

“Do not move,” Bryn whispered against Everly’s flesh. He heard a soft, but swift tapping before Bryn breathed out a strained “Fuck!” and shivered. He needed another moment before rising and helping Everly off the counter. “No more silly talk about being a real man, understood?” Bryn asked but didn’t wait for Everly’s weak nod, making a hasty escape and silently closing the door behind him.

“Understood,” Everly said and smiled when he spotted a puddle of cum on the white marble floor.

He dropped to his knees and hummed happily as he slurped it up, licking Bryn’s tart essence off the cool stone. Everly sprang to his feet and pulled on his boxers before skipping into the bedroom to finish dressing. Jeans, a Killers T-shirt, and socks were waiting on the bed and Bryn had a bowl of oatmeal ready when Everly met him in the kitchen for breakfast.

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