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“Yeah.”
He turns to face me, his left shoulder leaning against the wall, but his gaze flicks up and then he focuses somewhere behind me. “The bathroom’s close enough we’d hear them call us.”
“Ty—”
“Come on, Cam.” He shifts his focus to my face, his big, blue eyes staring at me with pupils blown wide. “Just a minute to say hi the way we really want to.”
“We shouldn’t,” I say, but even as the words leave my mouth, I’m scanning the hallway, knowing I’m about to give in. When I shake my head in resignation and disbelief, Ty smiles. “You go first. Last stall. I’ll count to a hundred, then follow.”
Without another word, I turn and head for the men’s room. I remember thinking yesterday that Ty wasn’t one for bathroom hookups. It seems I might have to reconsider my assessment.
The restroom is, unsurprisingly, completely empty. I make my way to the last stall in the line, push the door open and enter the cramped space. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Nor can I believe how incredibly arousing this is. My cock is rock hard in my pants even before Tyler pushes open the door and joins me.
I don’t have a chance to think how cramped the space is before he’s in my arms and his lips are on mine. I don’t even know who moved first, all I know is that he’s making noises like the ones I heard over my phone only this time I’ve got the feel of him against me and the taste of him in my mouth, and everything is so much more intense than it was the night before. My hips thrust forward, and I rut against him seeking more friction. I’m on the edge in no time flat like I’m a horny teenager again.
Panting, I lean my head back, breaking the kiss. “We need to stop,” I say, and Ty whines. He fucking whines at me. “I know. I know.” I’m so hard, it almost hurts. When Ty puts his hand on the bulge in my pants, I groan and thrust my cock against him. “Fuck,” I whisper.
“Hm. A bit tight of a fit but hold on.”
Before I know what he’s doing, Ty sinks to his knees.
“What are you…come on, Ty…you can’t…we don’t have time.”
Ty gets my belt undone and draws my zipper down. He looks up at me with those big, blue eyes. “Do I hear a no in there? Say it, and I’ll stop.”
The rational part of my brain knows I should stop him, that we should get back to the hallway in case court is called into session, but that part is overruled by my dick. I nod, then whimper when Ty pulls my pants down. He mouths me through my briefs, the damp heat of his mouth making me moan. The sound echoes against the hard surfaces, so I cover my mouth with my hand, bite down on the fat part of my palm.
“That’s so hot,” Ty says, making me glance down at him. My gaze is met with fire, blue flames dancing in his eyes, his expression nothing short of smoldering.
“Fuck,” I say, and tip my head back against the wall.
“I wish,” he says, but he pulls my briefs down enough to free my cock then swallows me all the way to the root in one glorious movement that nearly overwhelms me. I bite down on my hand so hard to keep from shouting that I taste blood.
Ty works my cock like he’s known it forever, sucking me down while the flat of his tongue presses my head against the roof of his mouth and all those delicious ridges and bumps, then swirling his tongue along my length and dragging his lips back until he’s barely holding me in his mouth. Then it’s his hands grasping me, holding me, his fingers dragging along my balls, until he sucks me back down. I can’t help but thrust into his mouth, and am overjoyed when he hums his approval. I do it again, and again, harder each time, pushing myself closer to the edge.
It doesn’t take long for me to be right there. Ty reads my body perfectly, and teases his fingers along my taint, then taps at my hole. It’s not enough pressure to enter me, but it’s enough to send all those nerve endings into overdrive. He swallows me down again and hums at the same time his fingers graze my hole, and I am done. I topple over into a blinding orgasm, my shout muffled as I clamp down harder on my palm. Ty’s throat muscles milk me as he swallows my cum, and I feel a ripple, an aftershock that makes me sigh.
My hand drops to Ty’s head, and I tangle my fingers in his curls. “That was amazing,” I say.
Ty rests his head against my abdomen, his warm breath ghosting over my spent cock. My damp skin sends tiny aftershocks throughout my body.
Our reverie is cut short by the restroom door banging open. We both hold our breath.
“Hey, guys, the judge wants us in the courtroom,” one of our fellow jurors calls into the space, then the door bangs shut.
Ty and I exhale at the same time, then laugh. I help him to his feet, he helps me rearrange my clothes, then kisses me. I’ve never particularly liked the taste of my own cum, but tinged with the flavor of Ty’s mouth, it’s intoxicating. I groan when he nips at my lower lip.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warn.
In response, Ty laughs and gives me a quick kiss.
We fix our clothes, then wash our hands. I wince at the raw spot on my palm, and Ty takes hold of my hand, turns it over. He doesn’t brush directly over the place, but near enough to it that I hiss.
“Sorry about that,” he says.
“I’m not.” I flash him a wicked grin, disengage my hand from his grasp, and reach for the door handle.
There’s a part of me that feels like my father is about to jump out and lecture me about defiling the sacred space of the law courts, but there’s a much larger part of me that feels nothing but euphoric and a little giddy as we file into the courtroom.
