Page 22 of Starved

“Are you?” Evan murmured, shifting his lips to the side of Colin’s throat.

“Oh, shit,” Colin breathed. The swipe of Evan’s tongue was like silk, soft and delicate. Wanting firmer contact, Colin tried to pull Evan closer, only to come up short when he realized their hands were still entwined.

“Problem?” Evan asked, skimming his teeth along Colin’s jaw.

“Yes,” Colin choked out. “You’re killing me.”

“You’ve been killing me for fifteen years.” Evan lifted his head to gaze into Colin’s eyes. “I’m fucking starved for you, Col.”

“Then for God’s sake, Evan, kiss me.” Desperate and aching, Colin strained forward. “Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Evan said with a wicked grin and finally gave Colin what he wanted.

The surgeof need nearly knocked Evan off his feet, taking him from faintly amused to fiercely aroused in the span of a few heartbeats. Colin’s mouth was voracious, tongue stroking and teeth nipping, overriding Evan’s efforts to moderate the kiss. By the time he wrenched his mouth away, he was having trouble remembering why he wanted to.

Breathing hard, his eyes wild, Colin dragged his hands out of Evan’s grip and tugged the hem of his sweater up. “Please, Evan. I can’t take slow. I just can’t.”

“Okay,” Evan agreed, his heart pounding, and raised his arms so Colin could strip off the sweater. “But next time we’re going at my pace, even if I have to tie you to the bed.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Colin said, and for a moment, his eyes were bright with laughter.

Evan blinked. “I was joking.”

“I’m not. Why do you think I bought this bed?” Colin tapped the footboard. It was metal, a simple graphic design of interlocking horizontal and vertical slats that were mirrored in the headboard. Ideal, Evan realized, for tying someone to the bed.

“Well, damn.”

“Next time,” Colin promised, and kicked off his shoes. “Naked. Now.”

With one last look at the bed Evan obliged, kicking off his shoes and attacking his belt at the same time. Colin was ahead of him, already stripping his jeans down and off, followed quickly by his underwear and socks, and Evan paused, transfixed by the sight of him.

It wasn’t that he’d never seen Colin naked, or nearly so. They’d shared a dorm room, after all, plus locker rooms, swimming pools, and beaches at various times over the years—not to mention the orgy on Thanksgiving. So the sight of Colin’s body wasn’t new to him, but what was new was the ability to look without being afraid of being caught, so that’s what he did.

He was built like a runner or a swimmer, all lean muscles and long limbs. He wasn’t exceptionally tall, and was in fact a handful of inches shorter than Evan’s six feet, but he always seemed taller because of those long limbs. His arms and legs sported a light dusting of hair just a shade or two darker than the hair on his head, but his chest was smooth, with just a sprinkling of hair on his belly leading to the neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair surrounding his pierced cock.

Evan stared, fascinated. He’d been obsessed with that piercing ever since Colin had unveiled it on Thanksgiving. Esme hadn’t wanted to suck Colin’s cock too deeply, worried that the little silver barbell that skewered his shaft just behind the crown would be difficult to navigate, but Evan couldn’t wait to get his mouth on it.

With nothing on his mind but doing just that, he started to step forward, only to be brought up short when Colin sank to his knees, shoved Evan’s hands away from the belt he’d forgotten to undo, and tackled it himself.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you naked,” Colin replied and shucked Evan’s jeans and underwear to his knees in one quick motion. His cock bounced free, already hard enough to pound nails, and whacked Colin in the nose.

“Sorry,” Evan managed, biting back a laugh. He reached down with a trembling hand to wipe up the thin trail of precum that had spattered on Colin’s cheek.

Colin grabbed his hand, his head tilted back to look into Evan’s eyes, and licked the little pearl of fluid off his skin.

“Fuck, Colin.” Evan managed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Colin confessed, and closed his eyes, cradling Evan’s hand against his cheek. Emotion welled up, closing Evan’s throat. He was struggling to speak when Colin opened his eyes again, leaned forward, and sucked the tip of Evan’s dick into his mouth.

Evan had to grab the footboard to keep from going to his knees. “Jesus, Col.”

Still looking up, Colin stuck out his tongue to lap at the underside of Evan’s shaft. “Just enjoy,” he mumbled, his lips vibrating against the sensitive glans, and popped the head back into his mouth.

Evan had had his share of blowjobs over the years—probably more than his share, if anyone was counting—and he’d loved every single one of them. He’d been introduced to the wonders of a warm, wet mouth on his dick his junior year of high school by Jenna Cooper under the bleachers at the football field. It was his first sexual experience, and he’d thought then, with Jenna crouched over him as he stared up at the layers of gum on the underside of the bleachers, that nothing could possibly feel better, and nothing in his experiences between then and now had changed his mind.

But knowing it was Colin’s mouth wrapped around his cock took it to a whole new level.

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