Page 29 of Hate To Love You
The boys move even closer together on the bench, Teague tucking Liam under his arm as their kiss deepens. Chasing his desires, Liam pushes Teague down onto the bench as they continue making out, crawling over him. Their hands are starved to explore one another, held back too long. Liam starts working Teague out of his vest, button by button. The tuft of hair turns out to be just a square of craft faux fur stuffed into the top of the vest, which is swiftly tossed aside, revealing Teague’s real chest. The hanging bench creaks as the boys explore one another, their kissing fevered and unapologetic. Even the dog must be alerted by the activity, popping his head up.
The heat is fast becoming too much for this bench to handle.
A moment later finds a trail of clothes surrounding Teague’s bed. The sweaty sheets are spilled half onto the floor along with a checkered blanket and a pillow. The ceiling fan draws circles over their heads as the boys, naked and breathless, continue to kiss one another as if they may never have a night like this again.
At one point, Liam might have considered that making out was all they’d do tonight. But the chemistry was building longer than just since the moment they started the staring game. It’s obvious neither Teague nor Liam wanted to hold out any longer.
“Will you top me?” asks Teague, out of breath, during the tiniest of windows between their kisses. “I’ve only been with one other guy. It was terrible. Neither of us were into it. I feel like … I feel like this is my real first time. I should’ve waited. I should’ve—”
“You’re talking too much.” Liam smiles as Teague chuckles at himself and rolls his eyes, red-faced. “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.” The two kiss again. Liam runs a hand through Teague’s sweaty, messy hair. “I’msurprised Mr. Cocky Satyr wants to bottom for the bossy guy he’s been working under all summer.”
“I trust you.” The two lock eyes, the humor in them traded for something far more sensitive and intimate. “I want you to take the lead. Take care of me. Show me how it’s done, Liam.”
For a moment, Liam thought he was going to be called by the other name. He realizes he wouldn’t have minded. It would have seemed sweeter all of a sudden, coming from Teague’s lips in this moment between them. Maybe Peanutisa cute nickname.
“I’ll take care of you,” he says. Then the two give in to another wave of kisses.
It’s a promise he very much intends to keep.
The wind brushes softly against the window as Liam rolls on a condom and lubricates himself from a bottle Teague keeps in a red shoebox under his bed. When he lays himself over Teague’s back, pressing him to the sweaty sheets, Liam whispers, “You ready?” Teague’s soft grunt and a glance over his shoulder is his answer. It doesn’t take much force before Liam slides inside, and the boys moan from the long-anticipated sensation of unity. Liam begins to thrust in and out, gently and slowly at first, then picking up speed as their bodies grow accustomed to each other. The bed soon squeaks with every thrust. Their fingers entwine as the boys grab hold of one another in a tight embrace.
Liam didn’t imagine his night’s plans would possibly include making love, thrust by slippery thrust, hands linked and bodies glistening with sweat, with their soft moans and breaths touching every wall—as well as the occasional squeaking from the bed that can’t be avoided.
Whatever tensions or awkwardness transpired earlier tonight are long gone as Teague and Liam become one. Did they even have any problems? Did they even attend a hangout at Gracie’s? Any and all thoughts of the rest of the living world areso far away, they might as well be the only two people left on the planet.
Liam would love nothing more than for that to be true.
A moment later finds the boys turned onto their sides, Liam’s hand wrapped around Teague’s cock and jerking him in rhythm with his thrusts. They cling to each other in a tight and twisted embrace as their bodies rock as one, giving no care anymore to the noise of the bed.
Their speed increases.
The edge draws closer with every ticking second.
It’s an edge neither Liam nor Teague are in a hurry to reach, yet every cell in their bodies shoves them closer and closer toward it with inevitable urgency. Liam clings to Teague tighter, his long fingers digging into him. Teague’s groans grow louder as the two resist for as long as they possibly can.
The pressure is insurmountable.
So is the desire to finally let free.
And when they finally do, nothing in their whole lives seems to compare to the explosion of pleasure they experience together in the thick air of Teague’s room. Wave after wave of pent-up joy spills from them like the ocean itself with a power that has both of them turning vocal, moaning their satisfaction into the night air and filling the whole room—or the whole town of Fairview, for all they know.
When they’re spent at last, the two lie there on the sweaty bed under the amber glow of the desk lamp, which paints their sweat-glossed bodies in its warm light.
Calmness replaces the frenzy as the two bask in the afterglow.
Liam swears he could lie here forever with Teague in his arms. Neither want to move. Neither want this to end. The night could stretch on for a thousand hours and the boys wouldn’t care; they would fill every one of those hours with their satisfiedbreaths, gentle squeezes of their arms around each other’s bodies, and the pure joy in their hearts of knowing they belong in this moment together with nothing and no one in the way.
“I understand if you still need to head on home,” says Teague softly, “and I will be happy to take you as I promised … but you’d better decide in the next five or so seconds, because otherwise I’m gonna fall asleep right here, right now, still messed up and sticky.”
Cuddled against his side, Liam offers a sleepy smile. “Yeah, I know all about you and being able to fall asleep in a matter of seconds, no matter if you’re on a pile of mud or on a haystack.”
“Either one of those sound kind of nice, actually.”
“Of course you’d say that.”
“Hey, gotta get my hours in whenever I can get them … and sometimes that’s balanced on a row of milk crates.”
“You’re so weird,” laughs Liam.
