Page 42 of Starved

“You couldn’t see me,” Evan shot back and reached for a condom.

“Yeah, I could,” Colin corrected him and jerked his chin at the mirror that stood in the corner of the room. “Front row seat.”

Evan rolled on the condom and reached for the lube. “Pervert.”

“Excuse me?” Colin yanked at his wrists, rattling the headboard. “Who tied who up?”

Evan just grinned. “You’re just mad I thought of it first.”

Colin pursed his lips as though he was considering that. Some of the desperate need had faded from his gaze, replaced by mirth, but Evan would fix that soon enough.

“No,” Colin finally said. “I’m not mad. But next time I get to tie you up.”

“Deal,” Evan agreed, and pushed his lube-slick fingers between Colin’s buttocks.

Colin let out a shocked hiss, his hips arching off the bed and making his dick bounce wildly. “Shit, that’s cold. Warn a guy, would you?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Evan wanted to know, enthralled by the way the light glinted off the piercing through Colin’s shaft. “What’s that piercing called again?”

“An apadravya,” Colin managed, panting, and Evan noted that the need that had faded with laughter had come roaring back.

“Right,” Evan murmured and wiggled his index finger against the pucker of Colin’s asshole. It softened under his touch, just enough for his fingertip to slide in. “You called it a ‘happydravya’ at Thanksgiving, just before Esme went down on you.”

Colin merely grunted and planted his feet further apart. The motion opened him up, allowing Evan’s finger to slide deeper. At the unmistakable silent plea for more, Evan worked a second finger in alongside the first.

“It was hot,” he continued, watching Colin’s face carefully for signs of discomfort or distress. “Watching her suck your cock.”

Colin’s eyes fluttered open, his hazy, lust-filled gaze meeting Evan’s. “So was watching her suck yours.”

“It was hot fucking her with you,” Evan continued, scissoring his fingers to stretch the delicate tissues of Colin’s anus. He pulled back, added more lube, then slid in a third finger, just for fun. “You went at her like a jackhammer.”

“I might have gotten carried away,” Colin admitted and licked his lips. “She liked it, tho.”

“I liked it, too.” Unable to resist, Evan leaned down and swiped his tongue over the slick, pierced head of Colin’s dick. Salty and hot, faintly metallic, and utterly intoxicating. Colin’s ass clamped down on his fingers, his moan mingling with Evan’s happy hum.

“I liked it a lot,” he went on, rubbing his cheek against Colin’s cock, scraping the baby-soft skin with the stubble of his beard. It twitched against his cheek, and he watched, fascinated, as fluid dripped from the head. “That whole night was wild. Exciting.”

He turned his head slightly to press an open-mouthed kiss to the shaft, lapping at the precum making its way south, and whatever Colin was about to say faded into a long, aching moan.

“But as hot and fun as it was,” he continued, dropping his head to drag his chin across the soft sac that rested between Colin’s now wide-spread thighs, “this is better.”

He soothed the slight abrasion his beard had left behind with a swipe of his tongue, and if he lingered for a moment, who could blame him? But when he raised his head Colin was staring at him, a look on his face that made Evan’s heart clutch. “What’s wrong?”

“This is better?” Colin repeated hesitantly, an aching hope in his eyes.

“Fuck, yeah,” Evan said without hesitation, his voice ringing with certainty. “I love group sex, don’t get me wrong. It’s fucking fun. But being here with you is…”

He trailed off, unsure. The urge to crack open his heart and let everything he felt, everything he wanted and needed and yearned for to spill free was strong, but something held him back. He wasn’t sure why—they’d both admitted to having feelings for the other, and that should’ve given him the courage to be open. But pining from afar was a lot easier than loving up close, and the turn their relationship had taken felt so new, so fragile, that he hesitated.

Then he saw the shadow of vulnerability, the hint of fear in Colin’s eyes, and tossed his worries aside.

“It’s everything,” he said, letting all the want and need and longing of the last fifteen years out with the words, and was rewarded with a flash of pure joy in Colin’s eyes.

“Then for God’s sake, fuck me already,” Colin said.

“So fucking horny,” Evan teased, his chest still aching from the surge of emotion. Riding on it, he pulled his fingers free and reached for the lube again.

“I told you, I can’t help it.” Colin’s eyes tracked Evan’s hands as he poured the lube into his palm and stroked it over his latex-covered cock.

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