Page 35 of The Try Line

"Dad?"

We both stiffen. Fuck.Jase is home.

Mik hisses and scrambles away, falling off the couch in the process. I try not to laugh, because this isnotfunny. It's actually terrifying, but I can't help it. In times of stress, I either laugh or glower and I've met my quota for the second option.

"I'll be right up!" he yells as he pulls on a pair of shorts. They're mine, but I don't notice until he's halfway up the stairs, and I'm standing naked in what has effectively been our sex den for the last twelve hours. And it's pretty obvious, too. There are flickering candles everywhere, which can be explained by the power outage. But the sofa cushions are tossed everywhere. There are several discarded towels soaked in varying levels of filth, an open bottle of lube, and it smells like sex. It's unmistakable. Not to mention that the couch is saturated in sweat, lube, and covered in cum stains. We did not think that through.

Okay, maybe there is a teensy chance I made Mik cum on the couch on purpose once. He sprayedallover it, and I got immense satisfaction out of dirtying up his pristine life. I'd wanted to watch him fuss and get out his special cum cleaning supplies again. But as soon as I let go of my anger, which consequently was right about thetime I unloaded inside him, I let go of any urge to mess up his life. My only thought was messing up his body in the best ways possible. I made him come so many times, made him cry and beg for it. And he was so good, taking me again and again, until we’re both chafed. He’s the best I've ever had. Even better than I remembered, and I've been thinking about that night for all these years. I thought for sure I'd exaggerated it in my memory, but I wasn't doing it justice.

I told myself we'll stop before his family gets home, but I thought we had a little more time. I thought we'd get some warning, although now that I think of it, I have no idea where our phones are.

Mik runs back down the stairs, looking disheveled. He's holding a bright lantern, wincing at the mess. I've already removed two of the cushion covers. He gives me a curt nod and starts helping me dismantle the couch. It's fucking everywhere, so we take the covers off every cushion and stack the foam blocks against a wall. I find Mik's shorts that he discarded and put them on, since he's accidentally wearing mine. They’re super tight, though.

Mik snorts. "You look like you're trying to smuggle a python."

I smirk and shrug—he's not wrong. I look down at the obvious shape of my half-hard cock. The sound of Mik's laughter has it perking up all over again.

There's a moment of silence, and I realize that we're both staring at my dick in these ridiculous shorts.

"I suppose we should trade back?"

Mik nods, and we strip the shorts off. Then we're standing there, holding our hard cocks in one hand while the shorts lay forgotten on the ground.

Mik licks his lips. "Jase is in his room, said he needed a nap. Janel will be home in about an hour."

I nod enthusiastically, hoping against hope that he's thinking the same thing I am.One more time. I need to be inside him one more time.

Mik leads me into the office and pushes me against the door. The sound of the lock clicking might as well be a gunshot at the races, because we devour each other, both aware that this is it. This has to be the last time. It's bad enough it happened at all, but to fuck around under Janel's nose is a whole other level of wrong. Maybe we can find a hotel room…No. Stop, Jason.

I'm wrenched away from the door and pushed into the overstuffed chair. Mik swipes the bottle of lube that I tossed in here while I was trying to make things less obvious. He pours it directly onto my cock and then straddles me. Without waiting for me to spread the lube down my shaft or push any into his already overused hole, he lines himself up and sinks down. His eyes screw up in concentration, or maybe pain—probably both.

"Jesus, Mik," I hiss, digging my fingers into his thick thighs to keep from thrusting up into him.

He groans but looks so uncomfortable I want to lift him right off again. Mik holds a hand against my shoulder and bites his lip. I feel him bear down, and he slides the rest of the way down.

I hold him there before he can move again. I pull his head down so our mouths can meet.

"Doesn't it hurt?" I ask against his lips.

Mik shifts and lifts himself up before pushing back down again. "It hurts so good," he whispers.

Fuuuuck.

His hands lock behind my neck, and I keep one hand around his, keeping his mouth close. We pant into each other's mouths and intermittently kiss and lick at each other as Mik moves up and downmy cock. He starts slowly, rolling his hips and making me feel every ripple of muscle as he takes me in. Then he rides me a little faster, a little harder, until he's bouncing on my cock and breathing out staccato moans. My fingers dig into his ass and my hips flex, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Oh fuck," he whines, throwing his head back.

"So fucking good," I pant against his throat. "So fucking perfect."

I suck on his Adam's apple, feeling the vibrations of his moans as he gets closer and closer to release. My heavy balls draw up, knowing they're about to be drained, milked from my cock like a machine.

"I can't last. I'm gonna come."

"God, yes," he cries, his cock bouncing between us, leaking. "Please," he whispers. I wrap my hand around his straining cock and give him what he needs, leaning forward to suck a nipple into my mouth. I bite down gently on the barbell, and Mik shudders, his orgasm coating my hand. At the first pulse of his ass clenching around me, I unload, muffling a shaky moan into his chest. He rides me through our orgasms, not stopping until the aftershocks have passed and his thighs are shaking. Carefully, I lift him up and turn him around. I nudge the ottoman over between my feet and guide Mik to bend over and brace his hands on it.

His perfect ass is on display right in front of my face, his strong thighs trembling on either side of mine. I lean forward to lick the back of his ball sack, loving the way his spent dick twitches at my touch.

"Bear down," I rasp.

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