Page 9 of Only One Beach House

He brings the mug to his lips and takes a long sip, his eyelids fluttering with ecstasy as the nutty coffee blend hits his tongue. The little moan he lets out makes my cock twitch and swell, remembering all the sounds he made while I was buried inside of him last night.

“Not right now?” I echo his answer. “As in, we’ll tell him later?”

He sets the cup down and licks his lips. Thoughts I can’t read dance behind his eyes, and I sit quietly, waiting for him to say something. If it’s up to me, last night was the start of something, but I need to know where he’s at with it.

“You heard the part about how I’m an unemployed, homeless loser right now, right?” He gives a self-deprecating laugh.

I shake my head. “Reframe it, Nols. You’ve got a new chapter in front of you. It can be anything you want it to be.”

He narrows his eyes a fraction and then a soft smile forms on his lips.

“You are a surprise, Caspian,” he says again.

“A good surprise?” I dip my voice low just to be cheeky, and he snorts.

“I think so.” He takes another sip of his coffee, holding my gaze as he swallows. “We’re both here for the summer, right?” I nod, my heart rate kicking up, hoping he’s going where I think he is with this. “Good. So, let’s just see what happens. If we decide this is something, then we’ll tell your brother.”

Something. Something real, somethinggood, something life changing. Yeah, this could definitely be something.

“Deal.”

Chapter 5

NOLAN

JUNE

“Dude, how’s the beach?” The enthusiasm in Slater’s voice makes guilt and bile rise in my throat. I’ve been avoiding his calls for the past week and a half since Caspian and I fell into bed together. It’s easier to lie to my best friend when I can’t hear his voice, and it’s a pretty fucking loaded question.

How’s the beach? I wouldn’t really know, because Cas and I have barely left the house other than a quick grocery run and a stop at an art supply store. The beach is right outside the back door, but going would mean tearing our hands and mouths off of each other long enough to get dressed.

Last night Caspian deep throated me and edged me for nearly an hour, sucking me until I was right on the edge, then pulling off to tease my nipples and tongue fuck my mouth before starting all over again. When I finally came down his throat, the orgasm was so intense I actually cried after. Tears streaming down my fucking cheeks,cried, from a blowjob.

My cock swells at the memory, and I move my hand to my lap and squeeze my growing erection through my shorts. The click-clack of Caspian’s typing pauses and he looks over at me with a hungry, heated look in his eyes. I’ve gotten to know that look well over the past ten days, and it doesn’t do a damn thing to calm my body down. Just the opposite, in fact. He licks his lips and sets his laptop on the coffee table.

“No? You still there?” Slater’s voice echoes in my ear, reminding me that I’m still on the phone with him.

“The beach?” I croak. “It’s great.”

Caspian lifts his hips and shoves his shorts down. He doesn’t have any underwear on underneath, which isn’t a surprise at this point. I don’t think the man owns a pair, actually. His heavy cock springs free, only half-hard. He spreads his thighs and relaxes into the couch again, acting like I’m not even here as he wraps his hand around his dick and slowly starts to stroke.

“Good. You need a little sunshine in your life. You’re sounding a lot more like yourself again too. I hate to say it, but I don’t think the East Coast really agreed with you,” Slater says.

“Mm,” I hum absently, mesmerized by the show going on right in front of me.

Every upward tug of Caspian’s fist makes his cockhead swell and darken. The veins lining his shaft get fuller with every stroke. His eyelids flutter and he lets out a quiet moan that I know is for my benefit. My cock drools precum and my hole flutters with need.

“I might be able to move some things around at work and get up there at the end of the month.” Slater’s voice sounds far away over the rush of my pulse in my ears.

“Cool, yeah, great. Listen, I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.” I don’t even wait for him to say goodbye before I hang up, toss my phone blindly aside, and throw myself at Caspian.

*******

“Is that an ‘I desperately need caffeine’ grump face or an ‘I got another rejection email’ grump face?” Caspian asks, setting a steaming mug of coffee down in front of me without waiting for my answer.

I pick it up and take a deep gulp, unbothered by the way it scalds my tongue and burns my throat all the way down.

“The second one,” I grumble.

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