Page 12 of How to Rescue Your Surprise Baby

“No, not really.” Telos tossed the car key into the air and caught it. “I’m driving today. You can tell me which exits to take.”

Mav shrugged and stepped into his boots, grabbing his bags. They checked out with a receptionist who was barely awake.

As they approached the car, Mav caught a faint whiff of something musky in the air. “Do you smell that?”

“Smell what?” Telos flared his nostrils. “Oh. Uh, don’t step on the—” His face cycled through a few expressions, before landing on a smirk. “Ah. Too late.”

Mav looked down. The asphalt was dark gray all around him, save for the patch he was standing on. Right beneath his feet, a translucent white sheen covered the ground, turning the asphalt light gray. It wasn’t all a uniform shade, though. Streaks of white overlapped splatters and drips, like multiple layers on a painting.

It only hit Mav what it was, when he opened the door and a wave of musk hit him in the face. “What the actual fuck, Telos.”

Telos dropped his bags in the trunk, his cheeks faintly pink. “You got that right. There was actual fucking going on last night.”

Mav dumped his bags next to Telos’ and tried not to look at the dried patch on the ground. He couldn’t be smellingTelos’ cum.

It had come fromhis cock.

He threw himself into the passenger seat, only for a fresh cloud of musk to puff up around him.

Mav swore quietly. Bad enough that he’d overheard Telos last night. He’d been dozing off, thinking about how crazy it would be to suddenly have a baby, when he’d heard Telos’ breathing change. It had been different enough that he’d paid attention; they were on a mission to hunt criminals. It would be just Mav’s luck for Telos to be ambushed.

Except he’d picked up the squeak of leather seats, the rustle of clothing. There had been rhythmic slick sounds, on and on, the sort that Mav was intimately familiar with.

Mav had never thought about Telos pleasuring himself before. Never had a reason to.

Until it filled his ears; the hitch of Telos’ breath, the hissed consonants of his swearing. And the slick sounds had grown faster.

The thing about jerking off, was that Mav knew what certain sounds meant. The fast, wet sounds of his fingers on his cock. The increasingly urgent gasps, when his balls grew heavy and his cock throbbed.

Telos’ sounds had filtered through Mav’s brain, triggering his sense memories until it had felt as though the pleasure was in his own body. As though he had his own hand around his cock, his balls aching for release.

He’d gotten hard without meaning to, throbbing in time with Telos’ stroking.

Mav had waited for Telos to come and be done with it. Except Telos had dragged it out and played with himself for the better part of an hour, leaving Mav hard and leaking in bed, desperate for release.

In the end, Mav had taken himself in hand and begun to stroke. But because his luck was crap, that was when Telos finally began speeding up. It forced him to hurry, to get it over with before Telos caught him in the act.

He’d kept his ear on Telos’ pace—only for his brain to paint a vivid picture of Telos in the car, cock out, precum trickling all over his fist.

It wasn’t something he’dwantedto imagine. Just that Telos had been giving him grief. As payback, Mav had pictured Telos pinned beneath him, Telos taking his cock as punishment for all the times he’d made Mav grit his teeth.

Mav had surprised himself with how much hedidn’tfind it repulsive. In fact, the fantasy had been hot. Holding Telos down, fingering Telos’ ass open, shoving his cock against Telos’ hole, and seeing him try to take it. From there, it had spiraled out of his control: grabbing Telos’ hair, fucking him roughly to shut him up.

He’d thought about pushing his knot deep into Telos, and he’d come so violently, he’d blacked out for a second.

Luckily, he’d had the presence of mind to haul his covers over himself, and soak up his cum with a shirt he’d had on the bed.

Mav hadn’t stopped coming when Telos stepped back into their room. To his horror, Telos’ voice had only made his cock jerk and spurt harder. He’d held himself as still as possible, waiting until Telos had gotten into bed.

In the dark, he’d listened to Telos’ breathing, his cock still shooting cum.

If Telos found out what had gone on under the covers... Mav would never hear the end of it. So he wasn’t going to mention it to anyone, ever.

He shoved aside the memory and clicked his seatbelt into place, scowling when Telos slid behind the wheel.

“So,” Telos said lightly. “Whendidyou find the time to jerk off last night?”

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