Page 26 of After Hours
I moved his fries to the table and wrapped him in my arms. “You deserve all the happiness in the world, baby.”
“Aww, shit.” Wyatt cursed one second before he launched himself at us in a kind of gentle tackle hug. His hand thumped against my back, and his other arm landed on Oscar’s shoulders. “We all deserve happiness, guys. That’s what life is all about.”
The touchy-feely stuff turned into laughter. We broke apart, cleaned up the remains of our fast-food feast, and headed into Wy’s room to finish putting together the chest of drawers.
“Let go get you all set up now, Oscar,” I said and gently pushed him toward the door. I wanted to get my boyfriend alone for a while.
“I can help.” Wyatt stood up, but I put up a hand before he took two steps.
“No thank you.”
He grinned. “Oh, I see. It’s that type of thing. Say no more!” He waved his hands around and closed the door behind us. A few seconds later, the sound of old-school rock thumped steadily from his room. They were lucky enough to get a corner unit with a model apartment upstairs. The place seemed pretty well insulated, too. Still, none of us were going to make too much noise and risk bothering the neighbors.
I shuffled behind Oscar on the way across the tiny hall until I could close and lock the door behind us. His bedroom was smaller, and he had no real furniture yet. His suitcase and a few boxes of stuff stood near the closet door. The canvas bag with my rolled-up air mattress sat under the window on the far side of the room.
“I think your bed should go over here. We don’t want it on the shared wall.” I sat down next to the mattress bag and pulled everything out.
“Oh, we don’t, do we?” Oscar kneeled next to me and helped unroll it to its full size.
The air pump plugged into the wall and started to hum. I stuck the nozzle in the mattress and crawled over to where Oscar sat. “You know you can come to my place whenever you want, baby, but I’m sure there might be times when we do things in here that we don’t want my brother to hear.” I bobbed my eyebrows at him, which made that adorable blush appear like magic.
Despite the shy pink tone, he met my eyes boldly. “Like what kinds of things?”
The air pump finished its job just in time. I took a few seconds to detach it and seal up the inflation port before grabbing Oscar and dragging him onto the mattress. I stopped his giggle with a kiss as I pulled his slim body close to mine. “Testing out this air mattress for one.” My lips drifted across his smooth jaw and down his throat.
It didn’t take long to get Oscar right where I wanted him: underneath me in the circle of my arms. Our lips pressed together, slipped open, and retreated for quick breaths before coming together again. No one and nothing had ever tasted as good as he did.
We’d kissed and touched each other so many times, and I couldn’t help but imagine so much more. My porn links grew dusty from disuse. My go-to spank bank memories had become nothing more than vague whispers of the past. Oscar was everything, and I needed to make sure he knew that.
I rolled off him without letting go and tucked my thigh between his. The tiny mewl of pleasure and the press of his hips drove me wild. I was already hard and aching, and he was right there with me with his length pressed against my hip.
“We can’t… we…” Despite his words, his lips barely left mine and he continued to ride my thigh in such a beautiful, sinful way.
I tore my mouth from his and pulled back without letting go. “What’s wrong? We can stop. I’m not trying to—”
“Don’t you dare say ‘pressure me.’” His blue eyes met mine. “You’re not pressuring me. I want you so bad it hurts.” He punctuated his words with another thrust of his hips. “But I don’t even have towels unpacked or sheets or anything. We’ll make a mess.”
“There’s one way we won’t make a mess.” I licked my lips and darted a pointed glance at the bulge in his jeans. “I could suck you off and swallow every last drop.”
Oscar groaned and flopped back on the air mattress.
“Is that a yes?” My hand pushed up under his t-shirt and stroked over the soft, dark hairs on his belly. My fingers hovered over his button.
“Yes, yes. Zane, please. I want to know what that feels like.” He tilted his head up and met my gaze again. “With you.”
It took two breaths to open his jeans and pull them and his briefs off and push them away. He yanked his t-shirt off and tossed it toward the suitcase. I followed his lead and bared my chest, but I left my pants where they were. If he cared about making a mess, the last thing I needed to do was come all over the air mattress. I didn’t want to have to buy new camping gear.
Oscar’s hand fluttered down and settled on the back of my head. I knew he wouldn’t push, but there was no doubt in my mind that he wanted this as much as I did.
The first hot touch of my tongue made him whimper and squirm. I licked a stripe from the base all the way to the pink tip where a pearly drop of precum waited for me. “Fuck, you taste good, baby,” I muttered, and he answered with another moan through bitten lips.
I circled my fingers around his base and stroked upward once, twice, while I nuzzled my face into the juncture of groin and thigh. “So good.” I couldn’t wait anymore to give him the type of pleasure he deserved. My lips spread around his slendercock as I sank down, down all the way to the root before I tightened them and sucked my way back up again.
He writhed against the air mattress, his fingers stroking through my short hair, and I couldn’t get enough of the little noises he tried to keep inside. I needed the taste of his cum more than anything except maybe the knowledge that I’d made him feel so good.
“I’m close,” he whispered just a few strokes and sucks later. “Zane…”
The sound of my name in his wrecked voice sent a hot throb of pleasure through me. I shoved my free hand into my pants and wrapped it around my own hard length. With a quick squeeze at his base and another long, slow slide, I bottomed out and swallowed around the head of his cock.
