Page 126 of Wrath

Then we’re kissing so damn hard and frantic, I can’t breathe. My head’s spinning and my body feels like it’s pulsating. My dick’s never been this hard. I’m gonna blow now just from Ezra’s hands all over me, his hot, slick mouth on my throat.

There’s a knock on my door. “Josh? You up?”

We both freeze, and my jaw drops as our eyes hold and widen.

“Yeah,” I say, hoping I sound sleepy.

“Have you seen Ezra up? I don’t want to wake him if he’s—”

“He’s up,” I say. “In the bathroom.”

“Alright. Well that’s good,” Mom says, sounding chipper. “Just making sure.”

We wait till her footfall fades before going at each other again.

“How long will it take you?” I ask, rubbing his erection.

“Not long.”

“Lie on your side,” I tell him. I’ll do the same thing, and we’ll sixty-nine it like we did that one night.”

His mouth captures my cock first, so when I gobble his tip down, he groans around my erection. He sucks me just two times before I feel it start to tingle, my eyes rolling back in my head. I go at him harder, vowing to make him come first, but when he groans, he groans around my cock, and the vibrations take me over the edge.

We come at the same time, both choking a little, struggling to swallow. Then we’re pulling off each other, laughing our damn asses off.

“Oh fuck,” I say, dizzy as I sit up. “We’re late.”

“Let’s get in together,” he says. “I won’t wash my hair, so when your mom wonders who she heard in the shower, she’ll think it was just you in there.”

We do that, and he gives me a smile in there that makes me think that this could have a happy ending. Before parting ways in the bathroom, we kiss again—another long, deep, hot tongue kiss that gets my dick tenting my towel.

Ten minutes later, we’re in his Jeep, and he’s looking at me like no one ever has. I can’t take my eyes off him, either. He parks, and I grab his hand. I lean down so I can kiss his palm, and I smile up at him. He’s cheesin’ down at me. “Take care of yourself today,” I tell him. I squeeze his thigh, and Ezra’s eyes well up a little.

“You take care of yourself,” he says. “Let’s leave for lunch.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

One more hand squeeze, and we’re out of the Jeep, going separate ways. I feel like my heart’s sprouted legs and walked off. It’s a weird and nervous empty sort of feeling. And I think I sort of fucking love it.

Twenty

Josh

It’s Saturday, and my mom’s cousin Barbara, who lives down in Andalusia, is having her fiftieth birthday party tonight. Barbara’s birthday, and the four hours between Fairplay and Andalusia, mean Mom and Carl are gone before we wake up. Ezra and I both had a bye week this week from football and soccer—which means we stayed up late last night watching theGodfathermovies and playing with each other’s dicks and slept like the dead, both in my room.

When I open my eyes, I’m sprawled on my stomach, and Ez is on me like a cape. He’s got one arm slung around my shoulders and another shoved under my pecs. I crack one eye open, smiling into my pillow as I realize he’s lying on his side hugging me, with both of his legs sandwiching my right one.

When I roll over, I find him wearing a sleepy smile.

“Hey there, angel.”

He brushes his lips over my temple. “Hey yourself. Sorry I was on top of you.”

“My favorite way to wake up.”

We smile at each other. His is tentative but sincere. I can tell it’s a little bit of a reach for him sometimes, still, with me. Like it takes a lot to put himself out there. But he keeps doing it, and I keep loving every second of it.

He shifts his hips, and my eyes go to his morning wood. “Fuck,” he murmurs.

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