Page 86 of Burn It Down

“I don’t mean to be crass or to reduce what the two of you have to dollar signs, but that’s a lot of money to walk away from Jacob. And knowing Dad, if this doesn’t work out,” he points between Dylan and I with his beer bottle, “he won’t let you back in the castle.”

“The money’s not worth his bullshit. I can always make more. Besides, you walked away,” I argue defensively.

“Yeah, but you and I both know I wasn’t built for that life. I wasn’t giving anything up. You are. You love your job and you’re damn good at it.”

I smile at his compliment.

“Thank you, but I think the fact that I purposely parked my car behind Dylan so he would back into me and give me a chance to talk to him speaks volumes about how desperate I was for a change.”

Tim’s eyes go wide and he sputters on his beer, dropping is chair so all four legs are back on the floor.

“You didn’t tell me it was onpurpose.”

Dylan hands Tim a napkin, laughing.

“Oh yeah, Mr. Suave over here pulled right into my blind spot. Made me think I was losing my fucking mind because one second my coast was clear and the literal next second, I’m twisting a quarter of a million dollars into a pretzel.” Dylan playfully punches me in the shoulder, but I stop laughing.

With eyes only for him, I answer seriously, “It was the best decision I ever made.”

The air around Dylan and I grows thicker as Tim clears his throat. “Well, that’s sweet…and creepy…and honestly, I’d be a little pissed if I were you, Dylan, but I’m glad it worked out,” he laughs. “We gotta leave in about an hour and it’s going to be a long night because these guys take this bonfire seriously. Why don’t I show y’all around and you can get settled.”

Tim walks across the living room and begins climbing the stairs as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I, uh, set up both guest rooms because I didn’t know you guys weretogethertogether, but you can pick whichever one you want.”

He leads Dylan and I to two rooms right across the hall from each other just past the loft. One is the clear winner.

“I like the view from this one,” I declare, looking out over the patio and into the natural area full of trees beyond. “Thanks, Tim.”

“Sure thing. Make yourselves at home. Towels are under the sink if you want to shower.”

As soon as I hear Tim’s footsteps hit the wooden staircase, I grab Dylan by the hips and pull him to me.

He smiles against my mouth, but squirms out of my hold. “Jake!” he whispers. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here? This is your brother’s house and I just met him and I want him to like me.”

I grab Dylan’s jaw in a punishing grip. “If you think I can survive one more second without your beautiful cock cutting off my air supply, you are sorely mistaken.”

His eyes flash with desire at my words and I swirl my tongue along his neck as we move toward the bed, my hand sliding from his jaw to his throat. It’s an odd moment to have an epiphany, but I’m not sure anyone chooses the timing of these things, and as the back of Dylan’s legs hit the edge of the king-sized bed, mine hits me. Tim’s house feels like home because Dylan and I don’t have to hide here. Tucked away behind Ryan’s gated security, with no one else having this address — including my father — for the first time, we’re totally safe.

And that turns me on.

I keep him standing and kiss him another few seconds before bringing my hands to his belt. In a flash, I’ve unfastened the buckle. Lowering myself to my knees, I pull his jeans and his boxers down with me. Based on his hesitation a moment ago, I thought perhaps I’d have to work to get him to the same level of desperation I am, but when his cock springs free with a bead of pre-cum already coating his tip, I smile.

And then I hold him still while I lick the liquid from him slowly, my smile growing wider as he thrusts his hips forward trying to get deeper inside my mouth.

His hands fly to my hair as he struggles to maintain a whisper. “I swear you give the best blowjobs, but if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to fuck your mouth so hard I’ll blow a hole out the back of your head.”

I hum my gratitude for the compliment, bob twice, then take him to the back of my throat where I know he wants to be.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses as his cock twitches in my mouth. Liking his reaction so much, I do it again, but this time, I plant my index and middle fingers between his cheeks and apply pressure, trapping him between sensations both in front of, and behind, him.

I wasn’t sure he’d let me do this, considering his oddly strong heterosexual views on our roles, but he’s either too turned on to care, or fingering his ass isn’t off the table.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Dylan breaths. Rocking his hips back and forth, he lights my insides on fire. I want him inside me so goddamn badly, I pull off his cock before his release. “Please tell me you plan to finish this?” he moans.

“You’regoing to finish this…buried as deeply inside me as you can get.” I pull him by the hand to the en-suite bathroom. Knowing our time is limited — and that I have a hard time staying quiet — I figure we can kill two birds with one stone by fucking in the shower: get clean and have background noise.

Dylan wastes no time grabbing the lube from his toiletry bag and getting us both ready. As he coats his shaft, his voice fills my ears. “If we had more time, I’d sit on this tile shower seat and let you ride me until we both blacked the fuck out. But since we’re in a bit of a time crunch, spread your feet and put your hands on it instead.” Pressing his chest into my back, he whispers directly into my ear, making me shiver. “Oh, and Jake?”

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