Page 63 of The Barkeep and the Bro

“I want to taste yours next,” he said with a devilish smile that sent me over the edge.

I released across his chest and shot up to his neck. Spent in every way possible, I collapsed next to him. My dick went hard again at the sight of him tasting me. I knew that we’d go again before we called it a night.

One of the busiest days of my life was tomorrow, but fuck it. I wasn’t getting any sleep.

22

MITCH

Iwoke up the next morning smelling Charlie on my sheets, his taste still on my tongue, but no Charlie beside me. I ruffled the comforter, which was so thick I thought it would suffocate us, yet found no sign of his compact body.

“Hey, Boss.” Charlie emerged from the bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest and arms were slicked with moisture. His wet hair gave him a shaggy dog look that I found irresistible. I wished he were still in bed with me, but I didn’t mind this view either.

“I’m not sure ‘Boss’ is still appropriate.” I wiped sleep from my eyes.

“That’s why I like it.” He shot me a wink, which was basically a blow job in eye form. It made my dick stand at attention. Fortunately, this heavy whipping cream of a comforter hid it.

He ran his fingers through my beard. Pleasure sparked on his face as if he were the one being pet. “We should get up. We have a wedding to prepare for.”

My eyes bulged at the clock. “Holy shit.”

A mile-long to-do list popped up in my head.

“We’re good on time. You have a few minutes to take a shower.”

Dried come pulled at my chest hair when I turned to face him. “We need to start setting up and preparing food.”

“First, you should shower.” He looked down at me with those brown eyes I wanted to drown in.

“How is it?”

“It’s big enough for two.”

We put that theory to the test minutes later when Charlie took the second shower of the day, this time with me. I picked him up, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. He fit perfectly there, tucked against my body. I got flashes of him folded in my arms as we slept, the world’s perfect little spoon. With him pressed against the shower wall, I wrapped my hand around our cocks and gave a repeat performance of last night. This time, though, I came first. His moans echoing off the shower kicked me over the edge.

“So you think you’re bi?” I asked him as we got dressed. “You’d said that last night.”

Before I jammed my mouth against you.

“Yeah. I think this proves it, doesn’t it?” Charlie stood in his boxers, ironing his white shirt. He told me he had become an expert ironer thanks to his years working a desk job. And damn if I didn’t want to devour his body for a third time in twelve hours. “I’d never been into guys before you. But everyone’s journeys are different, y’know? It’s like Jason Bourne.”

I cocked my head, not making the connection, although Matt Damon was always fun to think about. “Are you a spy?”

“You know how Bourne had amnesia, but he still had all this spy knowledge and skills inside him, and it suddenly got released when he had to fight?”

I’d only caught the Bourne movies on cable over the years, but this did not sound like the plot. Charlie was so earnest that I didn’t have the heart to correct him. “Sure.”

“That’s like here.”

“I’ve activated the killer inside you.”

“Yeah.” He put on a sleeveless T, then his crisp white shirt. I wanted him only to wear the undershirt. Damn, this guy was drowning me in sexy. “Well, swap giving hand jobs for shooting guns.”

I let out a laugh. I couldn’t get enough of him.

“But yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m bi. And horny for you.” He said it with a surety and confidence that honestly blew me away. As someone who struggled with his sexuality for years, to the point of marrying and fathering a child with a woman, I admired how well he knew himself.

And I was definitely horny for him. Jesus, I’d have to duct tape my dick to my thigh to make it through this weekend and every shift at Stone’s Throw.

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