Page 60 of Wanted
Liv rolled his eyes. Oh, how much he hated that man. “Your dad would call his own fist gay because it touched a dick.”
Knox lifted Liv’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “So you weren’t like, pining for my ass while you watched gay porn?” He sniggered and kissed Liv’s fingers again.
Liv turned Knox around to face him. When those blue eyes met his, all innocent yet shining with excitement, his cock throbbed. But it could wait. They were having an adult conversation here.
“No. I just didn’t… take it into account at all, and that first kiss really did a number on me.”
Knox leaned in and kissed Liv’s lips, wrapping his arms around him. Who would have thought that a guy like Knox, who was always a ticking time bomb of anger, could be this lovely?
“It changed my whole fucking world, Liv. I felt things I never did with anyone when you kissed me. I knew I shouldn’t let you, but I couldn’t force myself to stop it. Now, I don’t want to.”
Liv’s heart worked like a turbocharger. “Me neither,” he whispered, cupping Knox’s face. It was so pretty, yet strong and masculine. The perfect god of beauty and love, or some shit. The Greeks and Romans should have carved him in marble and alabaster, but the real thing, made of warm flesh was right here, with Liv.
The trailer park prince.
Their kiss set off a radiant wave, and in that moment, Liv wished to be bigger, so he could pick up Knox and carry him to bed.
Everything had its disadvantages.
Knox understood Liv without words when Liv guided them back to their little room. They never stopped kissing along theway, on the exact same page about how much they didn’t want to take their hands off each other.
When Knox once more lost his balance and fell to the bed, Liv closed the door to keep in warmth from the radiator and turned on the desk lamp.
Knox moaned, taking off his hoodie in a hurry. “Come on… You said you’re gonna be right on me,” he complained.
Liv smirked. “What? Didn’t you say once a week was enough?”
Knox covered his face with his hands, groaning. “Now we know why I felt that way.”
This was hilarious, and Liv would not let go of a good joke when it fell into his lap. “Oh no, we can’t overwork you. I’m afraid we’ve reached the limit for the next two or three weeks at least,” he said but kicked off his shoes and opened his fly, standing right on the edge of the bed.
Fuck, Knox looked so hot all flushed with embarrassment, on his hands and knees and scrambling for his attention. He was taking all his clothes off too, and Liv couldn’t wait to sleep naked next to him.
“Oh, come on… Don’t make me beg for it. That’s just fucking cruel, man…” He pouted and sat down, butt-ass naked.
Liv had seen him in his birthday suit so many times, yet it had always been devoid of sexual tension. He’d noticed that Knox’s ass was nice and round, or that his back was muscular, or that his nipples were a pale shade of pink, but never considered what it would be like to have access to Knox’s body.
Liv’s gaze slid down to Knox’s dick, which was partially obscured by the sheet, but yeah, hard already. Amanda would have skinned Knox alive if she knew why he hadn’t been all that interested. Her loss, Liv’s gain.
To be fair, not having her around anymore was both their gain.
Which brought them to the list Liv had made while waiting for Knox at Frank’s.
“Aw, poor, greedy Knox,” Liv whispered, dropping onto the mattress and grabbing Knox’s sides. The liver tattooed over the real thing, Knox’s only tattoo, ended up on his skin on a dare, but now its presence made Liv proud, made him feel as though Knox had marked himself withhisname such a long time ago already. “I think this will be so good for us.”
Knox snorted and pulled Liv down on top of him, which was in itself such a hot move Liv could just about combust. Whenever they were fighting, or even play-wrestling, the aim was always to push away, to fight the other off. Liv had no idea how much he craved Knox’s acceptance, to be pulled in, cuddled, and wanted.
“You think? I’m pretty sure there’s lots of problems ahead of us.”
“Nothing we can’t deal with. Our faces didn’t really go beyond local news a whole lot of country away, and everything else? We can handle it. I think there will be lots of benefits from this new thing,” Liv rasped, rolling his hips against Knox as he took in the beautifully sculpted body under him. The scars left behind by many fights Knox had always thrown himself into were like beauty marks.
“And you… you’re okay with this? Being with a guy?” Knox whispered, sliding his fingers down Liv’s arms, his eyes full of amazement.
He would usually not show so much adoration for Liv and play off being impressed with dumb jokes. Liv could definitely enjoy this new reality where he was the center of Knox’s interests and own his attention without sharing it with the likes of Amanda.
“With you? Oh yeah. Just think about it, Knoxie, it’s perfect,” Liv said, diving in so their noses could touch. “No condoms. No baby risk. And no other people always interfering and creating drama. Just us,” he added, taking a deeper breath when Knox’s cock bobbed against his stomach.
Knox slid his arms around Liv’s neck, looking so cute when drunk. His eyes had that blurry sheen, and his cheeks were flushed red. “That does sound perfect.”
