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“I need more than that. Please, Tyler, please…”
Tyler removed his finger and rubbed the head of his dick against Chip’s entrance, then pushed forward. The head of his cock lodged inside him, Chip squirmed, forcing his body down to take more of Tyler’s manhood. Tyler tried to hold him back with a hand on his belly, but Chip had other plans. He placed his hands on Tyler’s sides and pulled him forward, impaling himself on Tyler’s length. Tyler groaned as Chip’s tight walls gripped his girth. Without thought, Tyler pushed himself completely inside to the hilt.
“Yes.” Chip whispered. They held still, both enjoying the feeling of communion their bodies shared. Underneath the sexual current was something else, a bond that grew with each moment they were together. Tyler leaned down and gently kissed Chip on the lips.
“I love you.”
A tear formed in Chip’s eye, then broke away and slid down his cheek. Tyler gently brushed it away with the back of his hand, then kissed the damp skin. Chip’s heart filled with emotion; it felt like his chest would explode. He wrapped his arms around Tyler’s shoulders, who pulled his cock almost all the way out, then with one bold stroke pushed forward. Chip’s face blanked, only his eyes sparkled as his body responded to the thick shaft inside him. His breathing became shallower as Tyler increased his thrusts. He felt Chip’s cock pressing hard against his stomach. He leaned back on his knees and wrapped his fingers around it. He jerked him in time to his quickening thrusts, and soon Chip’s hips were bucking too.
“Yes, that’s the spot.” Chip gripped Tyler’s sides, urging him to stop so he could enjoy the sensation longer. His eyes squeezed shut, stars dancing beneath his closed eyelids. When Tyler pulled out then slammed into him again, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“I can’t hold on, oh God Tyler, I’m coming!” Chip’s chest turned pink, and his breathing became ragged. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his dark-blond hair stuck to his hot skin. Chip gripped Tyler’s thick forearms tight, holding on while the rest of his body let go.
Chip’s cock erupted, shooting across his rippled chest and stomach. Tyler’s cock rebelled against the vice-like grip of Chip’s muscles, and he found his hips moving without conscious thought. Seconds later Tyler gasped as his own orgasm roiled through his body. He closed his eyes and tried to speak, but only air escaped until he finished shooting into his man.
“Oh babe, yes babe.” He gasped, his whole body shaking with the force of his release. He collapsed on top of Chip’s body, and they lay together gasping for air. Nervous twitches ran up and down Tyler as he cooled down. He opened his eyes to see Chip staring up at him in wonder. Seconds later he felt the call of sleep and his eyes began to flutter shut. He needed to lie down, or he’d fall down on Chip and not wake up again for hours.
Tyler’s cock slipped out of Chip as he scooted up, placing his head on his chest. Chip wrapped his legs around Tyler’s torso, pulling him in as close as he could. He dragged his fingers lightly over Tyler’s back, causing goosebumps to form. Tyler picked his head up and grinned. Suddenly words formed in his throat, words he needed to urgently speak.
“I can’t imagine letting you go home now. I’m sorry, I just wanted to protect you from…”
Chip interrupted him with a peck on the lips, and pulled him back down. Seconds later he heard a soft snore, and felt his own eyelids grow heavy. He pushed lightly on Tyler, who fell languidly to his side. Dreamless, soothing sleep overtook them both.
A noise woke Chip, and after a few moments he opened his eyes and noticed his phone vibrating on the nightstand. He reached over and looked at the time.
“Shit. Nine in the morning?” He whispered, then noticed who was calling and answered it.
“Hon, you won’t believe who I just had breakfast with.” Aunt Dixie sounded like a cat who’d just caught a mouse.
“Who?” He murmured softly, not wanting to wake up Tyler. He looked to his side and saw his eyes half open, staring at him.
“Scott Turner, and you’ll never guess what he had to say.”
Chapter Nineteen
Tyler- Paris
“I’m tired of dealing with this shit. I used to feed and spoil him the way I do the two of you. Instead of being scared of his stupid threats, I called him on it, figuring he’d tell me the truth.” Aunt Dixie grinned, then sipped her coffee. Tyler and Chip were seated across from her at the restaurant where she’d met with Scott.
“And?” Tyler asked.
“I was wrong. He was lying.” Dixie lifted her spoon and used the back of it as a mirror. She checked for lipstick on her teeth, then whipped a tube of lip color out of her bag for a touch-up. Her favorite color was an extra-brilliant red she called “going-through-the-change red.”
“How could you tell?” Chip asked after she was done with her lips. She blotted her lips with a napkin.
“His lips were moving.” She raised her eyebrows. “Hell if I know, Chip, it’s just instinct. He looked guilty as sin. The only time Scott looked me directly in the eye, he said he had nothing against me personally. I told him he could see me more often if he’d just stop the shenanigans he’s pulling. Nobody’s got time for that.” She sighed, then continued in a loud voice.
“He’s like twenty-seven different kinds of fucked up, that’s what he is.”
The people at the neighboring tables all turned to stare, first at Dixie, then at Tyler once they recognized him. The boys blushed, while she blithely ignored the stares.
“Dixie, I know you meant well, but please, let Sania and me handle Scott. He’s obviously not stable.” Tyler said.
“Please, he’s not going after this old lady in a public place. I’d turn him over my knee and show him who’s boss.”
Chip laughed out loud, unable to contain it. Dixie ignored him, but he caught Tyler’s eye, who giggled too. Seconds later the older woman guffawed, and soon the three of them couldn’t control themselves. Tyler’s eyes filled with tears. Life may be confusing as hell, Chip thought, but my Aunt Dixie always has a way of putting a smile on my face.
“I’m sorry Dixie, but I got a picture in my head of Scott over your knee and you were walloping the hell out of him…” Tyler and Chip looked at each other and burst out laughing again. It was contagious, and soon the mood of the entire restaurant lifted. People at the surrounding tables grinned in their direction and Dixie raised her coffee cup and saluted a couple of them. Tyler drained his cup and realized with a sinking feeling that he had to get ready for his match.
