Page 37 of Perfect Blend

Dave laughed. “Absolutely.”

“I think I might develop a Pavlovian response, where I get a boner anytime I smell coffee.”

“Wanna start the training now? I could brew a pot.” He climbed on my lap.

“Don’t need the coffee to get hard.”

He cupped me through my pants. “Mm. Talk time over now?”

I answered him with a kiss.

CHAPTER13

DAVE

I’d jerkedoff to thoughts of Mikey a thousand times in high school. Mikey climbing out of the pool, showering after gym class, holding the rapt attention of a table full of popular kids at the lunch table, wowing the class with his creative writing assignment during our group critiques. He’d captured my attention in every way at a time when I was too unsure of myself to do anything about it. I was sure as hell going to do something about it now.

“Fuck, Dave.” Mikey dropped his head back against the couch, and I took advantage by kissing his exposed neck.

It became increasingly difficult to stop myself from shoving his pants down and sucking his dick. For our first time—because I knew there would be many more—I wanted it to be more than a frantic fuck.

I sat back on my haunches while straddling him.

“Whaaa? Why’d you stop?” Mikey’s cheeks were flushed.

“Bedroom.” I climbed off and pulled him to his feet before he could protest.

I stumbled and couldn’t tell if it was because I was pulling Mikey too fast or if he was pushing me too hard. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he mumbled against my skin.

“You’re telling me.” Once we reached my bedroom, I shifted in Mikey’s arms to kiss him again. “How do you feel about rimming?”

Mikey laughed against my mouth before pulling back. “Sorry. I’m sorry. It’s not funny. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

I grinned. “Guess you can’t read my train of thought, huh? Let me catch you up.” I walked him back until he bumped against my bed. I pushed him onto it, crawled after him, hovering, enjoying every damn second, and kissed him again. I had no idea how I would ever get myself to stop doing it now that I could.“I spent a lot of my adolescence fantasizing about you.” I trailed my fingertips across his stomach. “When I watched porn, trying to figure out if I truly liked men, I imagined it was us.”

“Oh, God.” He hissed when I licked his happy trail.

“The first time I saw someone get rimmed? I came so hard thinking about my mouth on you. Been dreaming of that for nearly twenty years.”

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on my ass.”

I nuzzled his hard dick tenting his gray sweats, then looked up at him. “My tongue is perfectly capable of putting plenty of pressure on your ass.”

His eyes fell closed as he smiled wide. “This is gonna be fun.”

I mouthed over the outline of his dick. “Mm-hmm.”

“Can I shower first? I’m a sweaty mess from the show.”

I loved his musky scent and would happily go down, but whatever made him comfortable. “Can I join you?”

His smile turned feral. “Hell yeah.”

Minutes later, I was on my knees. Hot water poured over my back and dripped down his crack to where my tongue pushed inside him.

“Fuck.Fuck.More.” Mikey scraped his nails down the tiled wall of my shower.

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