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“I’d never made shit up.” He tilts his head, looking genuinely confused. “I’m always thinking good thoughts about you, so I’d just be saying what’s already in my head.”

Jesus, Carter.

I close my eyes, drinking in the steam and the faint lingering scent of my cum and his sunblock, feeling every bit of my body—the pulse of my dick, the desire in my chest.

When I look at him again, he still seems worried, so I smile. “Cool if I blow you now, bro?”

I tag a “bro” on for him. I don’t know why—it still makes me hesitate. But it gets him to laugh, so it’s worth it. Then I take him again, deeper, filling my mouth, from roof to throat.

I feel him everywhere. Hear him. Taste him. I do my best—it’s not perfect, but he keeps telling me it is. And what’s more—Ibelievehe thinks that. Everything around us feels like an oil painting, fuzzing into obscurity, and I’m latched onto his eyes, his face, his body, his words.

Fuck, hiswords.

They’re right out of my fantasy. No, they’re better. Because they’reCarter.

“That feels so good, bro!”

“What the fuck did you just do with your tongue?”

“Shit, Theo.” His voice softens. “Youareperfect. In every way.”

I inhale it all, my hand fisting around my cock as I harden again, tears streaming down my cheeks—that aren’t just from him nudging practically to my tonsils. It’s everything, coalescingtogether. The words that he spills, taking me somewhere I’ve never been before.

I ride through with him, my eyes trying to roll, but I keep locked on him as he flexes, shaking as he floods my mouth, cum dribbling on my chin, before my hand speeds inelegantly, chasing after him, needing that release, shooting out over his thighs and knees, choking on his release and my saliva.

I think he says my name. I think he tells me how perfect that was. I think he kisses my cheek as I stand, but it’s all muffled, coming from somewhere else.

Then I hear his voice right by my ear as I’m holding onto him for support. “Breathe.” His warm hand is on the side of my neck. “You’re choking.”

I am. I’m choking on his cum. And I was choking on his dick before that. I wonder how long it’s been since I took a full breath, but I do as he guides me out of the shower, the water flipping off, a towel closing around my shoulders, my contact case landing on the counter.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says.

And the only thing I think isI know.

7

Carter’s always moving.I roll over to tell him to calm it down at some god-awful time in the morning, but as soon as I see him, everything changes. My lips are on his, and my hands find his shoulders, his chest, his abs, his dick.

I can’t get enough.

Then he’s pushing me onto my back, and when he swallows me, I curse.

I’ve never been in someone’s mouth before—didn’t know how slick and warm—no idea how perfect it is. He pulls back so that his tongue dances at my tip, and just theact, the intention, makes something deep inside me ache to fuck his mouth.

He seems to get that, his hand sliding underneath me to grip my ass, my eyes rolling as I fuck into his mouth and?—

I can’t hold on.

I try to tell him, but words don’t come out. They’re stuck too deep in my throat, strangled by the first wave of my release that he swallows, his lips curving like heenjoysit, until I’m softening in his mouth. Long past where I thought he’d stop. And when he finally does, he tips his forehead against my thigh for a lingering few seconds. And he kisses me.

He kisses my thigh.

Jesus, Carter.Why does that make me feel so fucking special? How does he fill that gaping hole in my head?

We try sixty-nining an hour later, and I think Carter’s better at the dick stuff than I am because I keep cummingreallyfast. I’m learning quickly, but it’s impossible not to cum with the way his lips look around my shaft, our eyes finding each other.

Afterward, he snuggles his arm over my chest, half-spread over me, the soft bulk of his package pressed against my hip.

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