Page 128 of Two Guys One Puck
“Shit.” Why hadn’t I thought of that? “It’s bad fucking karma to use my dad when nothing is going on.”
“We’re your best friends. Do you hate us?” Wolfe asks.
“Says the two people leaving me out for months.”
They exchange a glance.
“That’s what I thought. Make the damn excuse for me. These aren’t mandatory, and I’m tired. I need to sleep well so I play well.”
“Fine.” Archangel says but gives me the ‘I’m watching you’ finger.
Ktytor: I’m risking my life on the subway. Google tells me I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.
Seaborn: You live in Boston.
Ktytor: I am under the ground.This is not normal.
Seaborn: Is it worth being fucked?
Ktytor: When you put it that way.
Seaborn: what did you tell your team?
Ktytor: To mind their business.
I walk to the stop to meet him. I’m paranoid since everyone has a camera nowadays, and we don’t exactly blend in at our size, but I’m too hyped up to not. He shakes his head when he spots me, and we don’t say a word as we fall in step back to my place.
I jump him as soon as the door closes behind us, hands going everywhere.
He attacks my mouth, making sure I feel every part of him while he does. I pin him to a wall and grind against him. I try todetangle myself long enough to get a word in but he’s got my dick out and he flips us around dropping to his knees before I can tell him dinner’s in the oven and nearly done.
“Holy fuck.” I can’t focus on anything but his lips stretched around my cock.
He doesn’t even look up, taking me deeper into the back of his throat. I nearly come it’s been so long.
I tug at his hair. “Food is almost ready.”
He comes off my cock for only long enough to say, “Good. I’ll finish you, and then we can eat.” Then I’m right back in his throat.He must have been practicing. It’s like his damn gag reflex is gone.
“Fuck. You should not be so good at this.”
He swallows around me and slides off to tease his tongue over my slit. “I don’t do anything by half measure.”
“I’m not mad.” I lean against the wall, legs barely holding me up.
Something in my brain triggers hearing the door click closed, but I don’t react fast enough.
“I KNEW IT.” Wolfe’s voice is right next to us.
Ktytor jumps back, and we both scramble to right our clothes. When we’re decent, we find Wolfe and Archangel standing there, arms crossed, smug as fuck.
“I told you the big one is a stalker,” Ktytor says.
“Why the fuck are you here and not at dinner?” I ask, annoyed.
“Because we knew you were up to something, but we didn’t know it would be this bad!” Wolfe gestures between us.
“When we saw you walking towards the station, we thought you might actually be going home, and then we saw him.” Archangel points at Ktytor.
