Page 14 of Something Unavoidable

Keegan didn’t know how to respond, and Izzy didn’t give him a chance to figure it out. He hissed as Izzy’s teeth sank into his lower lip. What the fuck? He fisted Izzy’s curls and yanked, breaking the contact—he wasn’t sure he could even call it a kiss—and dragged Izzy’s head back. “Are youdrunk?” he asked. It was the only thing that made sense in his waylaid brain.

Izzy glared, panting, his lips swollen and his cheeks flushed. Before Keegan could demand an answer, Izzy sank to his knees, his furious gaze not leaving Keegan’s face.

A jerk, followed by the slap of leather, echoed off the tiles, and it took Keegan too long to realize Izzy had yanked openhis belt. Holy fuck. Had he stepped into an alternate reality? Or maybehewas the one who was drunk. Maybe this was some kind of setup. A backward version of gay chicken where he was supposed to get angry and lash out. Prove that he hated Izzy as much as Izzy hated him. While that idea was ricocheting around his brain, Izzy popped the button on his jeans and dragged down the zipper.

“What—” Keegan coughed and tried again. “What are you doing?” he managed to get out, his tone strangled. He did his best to ignore his body’s reaction to having Izzy King on his knees in front of him. He wasn’t successful. His cock throbbed and thickened, pressing up against his open zipper and threatening to burst free. He tightened his hand in Izzy’s hair and applied steady pressure until Izzy was forced to arch his neck and bare his throat. “Answer me.”

Izzy shivered and his pupils blew wide. Keegan didn’t know if it was from pain or the demand. “Fuck you,” Izzy snapped, color deepening as his blush spilled down his throat.

Keegan gave another sharp tug and got a bitten-off moan in response. Damn, that was a pretty sound. But it didn’t tell him what he needed to know. Was Izzy serious, or was he just trying to push Keegan to his breaking point. Or was it both? “Answer my question,” he repeated. “Now, Isaac.” Keegan slid his thumb across the fullness of Izzy’s lower lip, still gripping soft blond curls in the other hand. His reward was a glint in Izzy’s eyes before sharp teeth sank into his flesh.

Keegan jerked his hand back with a grunt. “Brat.”

Izzy bared his teeth in a grin that made him look like a wild thing. Then, without warning, he jerked Keegan’s pants halfway down his thighs, reached through the slit in his boxer briefs, and closed his hand around Keegan’s cock, drawing it out.

Keegan was shocked to stillness. Was this actually happening? And, more importantly, was Keegan going to let itcontinue? Before he could decide, Izzy leaned in and swallowed him to the root.Holy fuck. Tight. Hot.Perfect. Keegan tightened his grip and thrust forward, chasing the pleasure.

Izzy gagged but didn’t resist. In fact, he took it beautifully. When Keegan cursed and drew back, Izzy’s hands slid to his ass and sharp nails dug into his cheeks, causing pinpricks of pain through the thin cotton.

Keegan hissed. Fine. Izzy wanted it rough? Keegan could take a hint.

When he adjusted his grip and thrust forward again, Izzy let out a muffled groan, pressed his nose to the curls at the base of Keegan’s cock, and swallowed around him repeatedly. Izzy looked up, his cheeks red, eyes wet, and lashes clumped but still fiercely determined. Keegan still didn’t know what he was trying to accomplish with this little show, but at the moment—with his heart pounding in his ears and sparks of pleasure tightening his balls—he honestly didn’t care.

He accepted the challenge and stopped fighting his instincts. Nothing had ever felt better than forcing his cock down Izzy’s throat over and over, his hands locked in Izzy’s hair while Izzy clung to his thighs and took it like an expert.

Izzy moaned his encouragement when he wasn’t gagging. Within minutes, he was a red-faced mess, sweat and tears mixing with the saliva dripping down his chin.Debauched,Keegan thought as he slowed down, tempted to draw things out. He knew he’d never get this opportunity again.

Despite wanting it to last, Keegan was too close. He pulled out and wrapped his free hand around his cock, stroking with intention.

Izzy’s eyelids fluttered and he made an unhappy sound as he tried to get Keegan back in his mouth, but Keegan didn’t let him. He slapped his cock against Izzy’s cheek and gripped his curlsagain. “Be a good boy, and I might let you have a taste,” he said, voice strained as he approached the finish line.

Izzy’s laugh was one of breathless disbelief. “When have you ever known me to be good?” he asked, his voice gravelly from Keegan’s abuse.

Keegan gave Izzy’s hair a jerk and got a wanton moan in response. Izzy’s eyes went half lidded as he stopped fighting, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue.

The sight swept Keegan straight over the edge, and pleasure pulsed through him. He managed to catch most of his release in his palm to avoid making a mess, but he was also a man of his word. Angling Izzy’s head just right, he smeared the wet tip of his cock across Izzy’s lips, an extra shiver of pleasure washing over him when Izzy chased after the taste with his tongue.

Slowly, he released Izzy’s hair and took a moment to smooth his curls back into place as he caught his breath. Wow. That was…something. He blinked a few times, half expecting the younger man to disappear from in front of him like an alcohol-induced mirage. Except, Keegan had only had two beers, and as he tucked himself away, careful of the mess in his palm, Izzy remained solid and real.

Solid, real, and furious once again.

Izzy stumbled as he lurched to his feet, and Keegan grabbed his bicep to steady him. Izzy stared at the hand for a moment, then jerked away.

Keegan frowned. “Izzy, what—”

The bathroom door opened, hitting Keegan and forcing him forward a few steps. Music and voices poured in from the rest of the bar, popping the strange bubble he had found himself in with Izzy.

Izzy turned abruptly and bent over the sink, splashing water on his face.

The men who had interrupted them were laughing as they pushed into the bathroom. “This is the only bathroom, man,” one of them said, giving Keegan’s shoulder a playful slap. “At least take a stall so the rest of us can piss.” He walked an unsteady path to the row of urinals.

Keegan opened his mouth to say…something, when the second man spoke up.

“Dr. Reid!” he announced, his tone jovial and a little slurred.

Keegan winced. Fantastic. A patient’s owner.

Izzy straightened from the sink, and the movement caught the man’s attention. “And Izzy King.” He looked between them, his surprise replaced by a sly grin. “Niiice,” he said, offering Keegan his hand for a fist bump. “Our Izzy’s always a good time.” He made a crude gesture in Izzy’s direction, then laughed again.

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