Page 31 of Havoc
He’d just settled in to begin the first movie in theTransformersseries when there was a knock on his door. His first thought was to ignore it. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Alijah, Chayse, and Erin always called or texted him to let him know they were coming over, and Remy was out of town.
He intended to ignore it and brought up the play menu on his television, but the knocking came again. He rose and went to the door with a deep, irritated sigh. Lawrence was so annoyed at his celebration being interrupted before it started that he didn’t look through his peephole; he just flung the door open.
He found Remy standing on the other side of the door, dressed in a white crew-neck T-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. Why did this man look so fine in something so plain?
“Hey, baby,” Remy greeted as he leaned in and kissed him.
“Hey, I thought you were out of town for work.”
“I was, but I finished early and thought I’d surprise you. Is this a bad time?”
Lawrence shook his head. “No. I like your surprise visits.”
He stepped aside and allowed Remy in, closing the door behind him. He led him over to the couch, and Remy looked around, raising a brow at all the junk food he had spread on the table.
“What’s all this?” he asked, returning his attention to Lawrence.
“I closed the biggest contract we’ve seen at the company in the four years I’ve been there, and well, this is how I decided to celebrate.”
Remy smiled at him. “Congratulations, baby.”
“Do you want to stay and celebrate with me? It will consist of watching movie series and eating junk food.”
“I will, but we have to feed you real food at some point.”
Lawrence abstained from rolling his eyes. He planned to eat some real food around dinner time. If greasy pizza counted as real food. However, he refrained from telling Remy that and pulled the other man down on the couch beside him.
Picking up the remote, Lawrence pressed play and leaned back on the sofa. He knew he’d crack open some of his snacks before the movie was over.
Halfway through the film, Remy got up and told him he would be back. Lawrence assumed he was going to use the bathroom and stretched out on the couch while he was gone.
When Remy returned, Lawrence sat up, giving him space, but Remy pulled him back down as he sat. Lawrence didn’t think much of it; his attention was captured by the fight scene on the screen when the other man pulled the front of his shorts and boxers down.
Lawrence turned his attention to Remy and bit his bottom lip. “You know I’m watching this, right?”
Remy smirked at him. “I’m not stopping you from doing so.”
He took Lawrence’s dick into his hand and slowly stroked it, and he moaned softly, watching him until Remy gripped his chin and turned his attention back to the television.
“You said you were watching. So, watch,” he instructed, and a few seconds later, Lawrence felt the warmth of Remy’s mouth around his dick.
He gasped at the feeling as he bit his lower lip. He wanted nothing more than to watch Remy as he pleased him, brought him to orgasm, as he unraveled at his ministrations. But Lawrence knew that pulling his eyes from the television to do so would have him unable to walk tomorrow and possibly the following day, which he didn’t need because he had to work.
Remy bobbed his head slowly as if he was in no hurry to get Lawrence off, and he was sure he wasn’t. He knew that the other man preferred a slow, building torture. A delicious burn, and with neither of them having anything planned for the day, he knew Remy would take his time.
Saliva collected in Remy’s mouth, the warm wetness engulfing Lawrence. Surrounding his dick as if it were wrapped in heaven.He began to lift his hips each time Remy came down, his eyes fluttering as he stared at the television where he had once been viewing an epic fight scene. Now, Lawrence wasn’t seeing it at all. It was a mix of colorful blurs as his focus was on the man slowly sucking his dick.
His hips continuously lifting in sync with Remy’s movements, Lawrence was only vaguely aware of the other man pulling his shorts and boxers down more until they were entirely off.
He couldn’t stop himself from closing his eyes as Remy took him as far down as he could and swallowed around him.
“Fuck, Remy.”
He’d been so caught up in that action that he hadn’t heard the cap of the bottle opening. It was only when Lawrence felt one of Remy’s lube-covered fingers at his entrance, slowly pushing in as he continued to give him oral pleasure, that he was made aware. He realized Remy had not left to go to the bathroom but to get lube from his bedroom.
For the next ten minutes, Remy sucked his dick as he worked him open with his fingers. When Lawrence was close to cumming, he’d remove his mouth and was careful not to brush his prostate. When he stopped short of Lawrence cumming a second time, he found himself whining as Remy released his dick and pulled his fingers from him.
“Remy,” Lawrence whined wantonly in exasperation, his attention turning for the first time since he’d told him to watch the movie.
