Page 56 of Two Guys One Puck
I close one eye, trying to come up with another word. “Unbothered.”
“I try not to ruin my orgasms with my brain. That’s silly.” He has a point, but I don’t need to let him have any unnecessary wins. “I need to shower. You didn’t clean me up like a good boy.”
“You could have cleaned yourself up.”
We climb out of bed, and I make sure my roommates aren’t home before we go to the bathroom. Archangel has the ensuitebecause his family owns the building, thus saving mine and Wolfe’s ass on rent, so we share and don’t complain.
“This is a nice place. Why can’t you afford a hotel?” He leans against the counter.
“My roommate’s family owns the place.” I turn on the water and wait for it to get warm.
“They just have a second house in the city?”
“They are southern and rich. They bought it when he started going to school here. Said it was a good investment.” I feel the water again. “Want to go first or want me to?”
“You rich people with your wasting water. We showered together before and you had my dick in your mouth. I think we can do it without it being more gay.”
I flip him off but don’t stop him as he gets in the shower behind me. I pass him a washcloth and douse mine in soap because I’m already a little sticky, which doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. Fully lathered, I step under the spray again and turn to find Ktytor staring.
“What?”
“You’re making me want to suck your dick again,” he says so calmly, I almost think I misunderstood.
“Why?” I glance down, getting a little hard.
“You’re hot, Ronan. Surely you know it?”
My name on his lips again catches me totally off guard but I like it. I want him to keep saying it. It’s so much more personal than what everyone calls me. “I thought you weren’t into guys.”
“Can you not recognize when another man is hot? Surely you aren’t so insecure you can’t.” He wears a little smirk, like he’s trying to bait me.
“I can admit it, but this is different. You said I look hot enough you want to blow me again?” I barely believe it as I say the words.
He doesn’t deny them. “Okay? I watched you in the shower at camp, too. You didn’t seem to mind.”
“So you are into guys.”
“I don’t care. I like this, yes?”
I nod.
“Stop over complicating it and let me suck your dick again.”
“In here?” My cock is way ahead of my brain on the whole not caring thing.
“I don’t see the problem.” He lazily drags the washcloth over his chest, then down his abs.
“I’m not stopping you.”
He finishes soaping himself, then joins me in the water, mouth finding mine. I grab his jaw, keeping him there. Maybe this is fine, or maybe it’s just him. All I know is it feels good, and I don’t want it to stop.
“What’s your name?” I ask when we break apart to breathe.
“You don’t know?” he says, clearly amused.
“No. How do you know mine?”
“I used Google. You should try it.”
