Page 14 of After Hours

“What do you want, baby?” His hand snuck around to my front to stroke up over my stomach and chest. He circled one nipple with his fingertips until it rose up hard and tingly. “What can I do to make you feel good?”

No one had ever asked me before. With Ezra, we just groped and rubbed until we ran out of time. With Sam, he took the reins and shoved his hand down my pants. I wanted that for sure, but I wouldn’t have known how to ask for whatever came next. I shook my head, trying to banish my history and doubts back behind the pleasure. I caught a glimpse of Zane’s quick frown before dropping my gaze. It landed on the obvious bulge tenting the front of his towel.

Zane’s hand slipped into mine and he drew me over to sit on the bed. “Talk to me, Oscar. Is something wrong? You know we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Could this man be any more understanding and sweet? Even though he tried to give me space, I refused to take it. My leg pressed against his, and I leaned into his embrace. “I’ve never done this before.” It wasn’t what I meant to say, or at least I didn’t mean to say it out loud.

He froze but kept his arms wrapped around me, fingers tense against my back. “What do you mean?” His head tipped to catch my gaze. “Baby, look at me. What do you mean?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t some child who didn’t know about the wonderful world of gay sex or anything. A deep breath steadied my nerves. “I’m technically a virgin,” I said, the words rushing out on a wave of nerves. “I’ve been with guys before kinda, but they usually… I mean, no one’s ever asked me what I wanted before.”

Zane opened his mouth to respond, but my phone buzzed before he had a chance. I tried to ignore it, but it buzzed again. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as I tugged it out of my jeans pocket. “Well, damn. This is the worst timing in the history of the world. It’s Carter. Ryan, one of the porters at the inn, called out and…”

“You have to go?”

“I promise you this wasn’t some fake call escape route thing like people set up to get out of bad dates.” His smile returned before I got all the words out. “I want to be here with you, but I can’t brush Carter off. They’re doing so much for me.”

He pulled me close for another deep kiss, and let his hands stray over my back for another moment before standing up. “You’re a good man, Oscar.” He pulled a t-shirt on over his head and leaned against his dresser. His hard dick under the thin towel was distracting in all the best ways. “You think about my question and come up with an answer before we see each other again, okay? I can’t wait to make all your wishes come true.”

Chapter 8

Zane

The texts flew back and forth with the same regularity as before, but I hadn’t seen Oscar for three days. The words he’d said so nervously to me the last time we were together echoed through my mind.I’m technically a virgin.

I was not the kind of guy to go all caveman and get possessive. Everyone had a history, and one that was lighter on the sex than another didn’t affect my relationship with the person in any way. Huh. Relationship. I scratched my stomach and flopped over onto my back.

Oscar and I weren’t even really dating. One picnic, a walk with my dog, and a trip to the supermarket did not a relationship make. Every moment with him felt like something special,though, and I couldn’t forget how his lips felt against mine, how he tasted, or how he looked with his shirt off. I couldn’t ignore the memory of his little sighs and whimpers when I nibbled on his neck.

My hand drifted downward and tucked into my pajama pants to slide over my half-hard dick. The way Oscar kissed was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Feeling his body pressed against mine… I sucked in a deep breath and gripped myself tighter.

Yeah, maybe Oscar hadn’t had sex before, but he knew what he was doing with his lips and tongue. His hands on my skin hadn’t felt unsure or hesitant in any way. If only his boss hadn’t needed him to come into work. My eyes slipped closed as my hand sped up.

The thought of more kisses, more opportunity to taste his soft skin, and to feel his mouth on mine filled my head. How would his mouth feel on my body? Would he suck me off? Would he let me return the favor? If every other part of Oscar tasted as sweet as his mouth, I could quickly become addicted.

I bit my lip as the pleasure rocketed through me and my balls tightened. One more stroke, one more slow twist over the head of my dick just the way I liked it. I came with a shuddering breath and Oscar’s face and smooth chest on my mind. As the shots of white hit my own belly, I imagined them landing on his body instead.

It took me a moment to regain the mental clarity to reach for a wad of tissues and clean up. “Fuck, Zane,” I muttered into my dark, lonely bedroom. “You have it bad.” The mental battle between succumbing to sleep and heading to the bathroom to clean up better still raged within me when the front door thumped closed.

I shot upright and turned my head to listen. Footsteps crossed the floor before one of the kitchen stools clatteredagainst it. Rolling out of bed, I tugged my hoodie on and headed down the hall. Either I’d run into a clumsy burglar, or my brother hadn’t been shut up in his room like I’d thought.

“Wy? That you?” He slumped over the counter, an open can by his hand, and memories of finding him drunk or high tumbled through my mind. In the dim light from the streetlamp outside through the blinds, I couldn’t make out the label on the can. “Wyatt?”

My brother turned to look at me over his shoulder, and it was obvious something wasn’t right. I rounded the island and flipped on the light over the sink. His bleary, bloodshot eyes stared up at me, and all my worst fears seemed to come true. “Are you fucking high?”

Wyatt’s mouth dropped open and his fingers tightened around the can. Too late, I saw that it was a Sprite and not a beer like I’d imagined. “No. Z, no, I’m not high. I’m…” He shook his head and looked down again.

Some supportive brother I was. It wasn’t fair to accuse Wyatt just because he didn’t look happy and healthy in the middle of the night. “I’m sorry.” I dared to reach across the kitchen island and grasp his wrist for a second. “I’m so sorry, Wy. That was shit of me. What’s wrong? What happened?” Even with all the time we’d spent apart after I gave up the partying lifestyle and he stayed in it, I knew my brother. Pain radiated off him.

His fingers pushed into his blond hair, a bit longer and shaggier than mine. “I’m such a fucking fool, bro.” The story poured out of him, how he’d gone to his regular recovery meeting and waited around to see Louis afterward. How the handsome janitor had waved at him through the door and shot him a wide smile. “We had such a nice chat before the meeting started, and he said he’d like to hang out again. So, I hung around until everyone else left so I could see him, you know?”

I settled on the stool next to my brother, the urge to reach out and grab his hand or something strong. We’d never really been a touchy feely type of family, though, and I didn’t know how he’d take it, so I just sat still and listened.

“Louis’s a big guy. Taller than me and a bit... chunky, I guess you’d say? But kinda built, too, and he has this thick black hair that looks like… soft.” His eyes met mine for a moment before he shook his head and dropped his gaze back to his hands. “I kinda thought he was flirting with me, but…”

Anger swamped the concern for my brother. “Did he assault you?”

Wyatt shook his head and scratched his hands through his hair again. “No, no. He yelled at me. I just smiled and touched his arm, and he pulled away so fast. I thought he was going to hit me, so I practically ran out the door. Stopped at a liquor store. Went inside.” He gulped in a deep breath of air and clenched his teeth before continuing. “Bought a Sprite and came home.”

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