Page 47 of Stick By Me

“Yes, sir.” With a salute, I pulled plates out of the cupboard, then grabbed forks from the drawer. “What are we drinking? All we have around here is Gatorade and water at the moment.” I set plates and silverware on the table.

“Gatorade for me.” He emptied the reddish chicken and rice dish into a bowl, then brought it to the table.

After pulling two orange Gatorades from the refrigerator, I twisted off the caps. “Nice of my friends to leave the house for us.” I was pretty sure they’d planned this. I sat at the head of the table, with Leo taking a chair beside me. Not my usual place, but I could deal with it.

Leo scooped the food onto our plates. “There.” He rubbed his hands together, then watched me.

With a smirk, I slid my fork into my food, then shoveled it into my mouth. Chili, garlic and oregano flooded my tastebuds. “Oh, damn.” It was heavenly.

“You like it?” He ate a bite of food.

I swallowed it all down. “I love it.” I gave him my best grin, then dug in for more. “You can cook for me anytime.” I sipped my Gatorade.

“If you want anything special at Thanksgiving, just let me know.” He stuffed a forkful of rice and chicken into his mouth.

“So, that’s a done deal? Don’t you have to ask your parents first?” I ate more food. I still had to break it to the guys that I wouldn’t be joining them this year. I was going to get shit for it, too.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be cool with it. My mom always makes sure there’s food for days.” He chuckled.

“Like mother, like son. It looks like we’ll have leftovers at least until tomorrow night, even with all the guys getting some.” My heart warmed. He’d made enough for everyone, even though they weren’t here.

“This stuff is even better the next day.” He wagged his brows at me.

As I ate more of my food, I thought about the week. It would be filled with practices and studying. We had some big games coming up this weekend and now it was critical I was mentally prepared. “Yeah, about that. I probably won’t be able to see you until Thanskgiving day.”

“Yeah, I figured.” He scooped up a forkful of food. “I spend the night before at my parents’ house anyways, helping my mom prepare the stuffing and getting the bird ready. We cook it overnight. Old family recipe.” He glanced at me. “It’s quality time I get to spend with my mom.” A smirk teased his lips. “We drink quite a bit of wine and get a little silly.”

“You do?” I set my fork down and wiped my mouth with a napkin. How nice would it be if Mom were still alive. There were so many things I missed. It was always those little moments that mattered. The ones you didn’t realize were going to be so special until after they were gone. “Hang on to that, Leo.”

He did a double take of me, then snatched my hand over the table. “You bet I will.” Leaning over, he pressed a soft kiss on my cheek.

He understood exactly what I was talking about without me explaining. Damn, he was something special. He was worth waiting for. It didn’t matter how long it took for him to be ready to come out to his family.

As we cleanedthe last dish and I put it away, Leo wrapped me up from behind, his swollen cock pressing into my ass through his jeans. He snuck his hand under the hem of my shirt, then skimmed up to tease both my nipples.

My cock stood at attention. “My, aren’t you all horny after making a proper dinner.”

“I am. Don’t you know Cajun chicken is an aphrodisiac?” He nuzzled into the back of my neck, then bit at the sensitive skin. “I want you, Archer. Been thinking about this all day.”

“Yeah?” My breath quickened as I turned in his hold, then I captured his mouth in hungry kisses, holding his cheeks with my palms, our tongues wrestling.

Hooking his arm around my waist, he pulled our hips together, his legs on either side of mine, our cocks rubbing.

Desire shivered over my skin as I thrust against him. “Fuck, Leo.” I groaned, throwing my head back as he nipped at my chin, then down the column of my neck, backing me into the counter next to the sink.

“Can I suck you off right here?” Holding me to him with one arm, he unfastened my jeans, and slipped his hand inside my briefs, then gave my dick a few solid tugs.

“Oh, Jesus.” My eyelids fluttered closed as sensation overwhelmed my senses. “You can do whatever you want.” If my roommates came home, too fucking bad for them.

He freed his own cock from his jeans, lowering the denim to below his ass, then dropped to his knees. “Can’t fucking wait.” Fisting my dick, he devoured me whole, flicking his tongue over my crown and sucking on the way up.

“Jesus, fuck.” I clutched the counter as my knees began to buckle, righting myself, then seized his hair as his head bobbed over me. Pleasure pummeled me in waves and my balls tingled.

Opening his throat, he took me in deep and swallowed, the muscles contracting around my crown.

With sharp gasps, I fucked his mouth, pumping in and out. “Oh God, oh fuck.” My gaze flicked to the door to the garage. If someone came home…Heat flared over my skin and my cock jerked in his mouth. I was close. “Leo, do you want me to come?”

He hummed over my dick and quickened his pace, licking up my shaft, then he fisted his own rock-hard dick, jutting up and leaking between his thighs, and jacked himself.

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