Page 58 of Starved

“I like your family,” Colin told him. “Most of the time. There’ll be booze, right?”

“We’ll make sure to bring some,” Evan promised.

Colin nodded and took a reluctant step back “I better let you get back to work.”

“Yeah.”

“But maybe later, if you don’t have plans, I can take you to dinner,” Colin continued.

“I don’t have plans,” Evan said, then blinked. “You want to go out?”

“Yeah, I do. Someplace where we can hold hands,” Colin replied and watched the smile move across Evan’s face like sunshine.

“I’d like that,” Evan murmured, then rolled his eyes when they heard a shout of “water bottles!” from the front of the store. “I better go. How are you feeling, by the way?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you were pretty hammered yesterday.” Evan raised an eyebrow, concern in his pretty blue eyes. “I thought you might be hungover and miserable.”

“I was,” Colin admitted. Then he smiled. “But I’m feeling much better now.”

EPILOGUE

THANKSGIVING, ONE YEAR LATER

Colin was sweating, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. He lifted a hand from Evan’s hip to nudge them back into place, then resumed fucking him. “Fuck, I hope you’re close or we’re going to be late for dinner.”

“So close,” Evan moaned into the pillow beneath him and wiggled as much as the ropes holding him to the bed would allow. “Fuck, I love that piercing.”

As it was a sentiment Evan had expressed any number of times over the last eleven months, Colin just grunted in response. They’d been fucking for what seemed like hours, slow and steady the way Evan liked best, and Colin was ready to let himself off the leash. He wouldn’t do it until Evan came, which better be soon, he thought darkly, or he might not be alive by the time he was able to have his own orgasm.

“What do you need, baby?” he rasped and shoved his glasses back into place again.

“Nothing,” Evan panted, his back muscles rippling as he arched into Colin’s thrusts. “I want to see if I can come like this.”

Colin checked the bedside clock, narrowing his eyes to try to read it through the fog on his lenses. Tuck and Esme were expecting them in forty-five minutes. “Cutting it close.”

Evan grunted out a curse. “A little faster, then—not too much.”

Colin obliged, picking up the pace just a bit, hissing out a breath when Evan’s asshole tightened, fluttering around him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Evan chanted, his legs beginning to shake. “There, just like that, oh God, baby, I’m going to—”

The words died in a half shout, half grunt, his asshole rippling around Colin’s cock as he came. With a fierce satisfaction and a dizzying relief, Colin picked up the pace, racing for his own orgasm and drawing out Evan’s, and after half a dozen hammering thrusts, succumbed to pleasure.

Wrung out, he sank against Evan’s back and thought about how lovely it would be to just stay there all day.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” Evan mumbled, as though he could read Colin’s mind. “You have to untie me, remember?”

“Right,” Colin said and pushed himself up. “I screwed up.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot a towel,” Evan mumbled, his voice catching when Colin’s softening dick slid out of his ass.

Colin snickered, using the towel he hadn’t forgotten to mop up the cum oozing out of Evan’s still-twitching asshole. “No, I didn’t forget a towel. But now I want a nap, and we’re supposed to be at Esme and Tuck’s in less than an hour.”

“We’re bringing the turkey fryer,” Evan pointed out, sighing with relief when Colin loosened the ropes around his ankles. “It’s not like they can start dinner without us.”

Colin tossed the loosened ropes aside and shifted to reach the ones around Evan’s wrists. “That’s rude.”

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