Suction built steadily, Hayden’s cheeks hollowing as he bobbed, one hand bracing against Teagan’s thigh while the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently. Teagan directed the pace, pulling Hayden deeper with each thrust, the slide of lips and tongue sending jolts through his core.
Teagan gasped, a half-moan, half-laugh, hips pressing forward, craving more, testing how far he could push.
His tongue swept over Teagan’s cock, stroking with every slow, sensual slide.
Pleasure coiled tight in his gut, building with every drag of Hayden’s mouth, the pressure perfect and unrelenting. Hips rocked forward, fucking into that willing heat, his grip in Hayden’s hair tightening to hold him steady. Internal sparks fired off.
God. This felt filthy in the best way, Hayden on his knees like he belonged there, taking every inch without complaint.
Hayden’s fingers spread wide, gripped Teagan’s ass, firm and possessive, holding him still. He licked and sucked, driving Teagan crazy.
“So good,” he murmured, brushing the backs of his fingers along Hayden’s cheek.
As the edge approached, Teagan’s control slipped, words tumbling out unbidden. “Fuck, I’m attracted to Liam!” The confession was raw and unexpected, even as his balls drew up tight.
Orgasm hit hard, pulsing through him in thick spurts down Hayden’s throat, muscles clenching as he rode it out, guiding Hayden through the aftershocks with gentler tugs on his hair. Hayden swallowed around him, milking every drop before pulling off with a final lick along the sensitive slit.
Teagan slumped against the wall, legs shaky, waiting for the fallout. Hayden would hate him now, probably storm out or worse.
Hayden stood up slowly, his hand filled with his own cum. “Me too. Attracted to him, I mean.”
Jesus. It was hot as fuck that Hayden had jerked himself off at the same time he’d been giving Teagan a blowjob.
But…relief mixed with confusion, which left Teagan blinking at Hayden’s flushed face, his lips still swollen from sucking him off. What did this mean for them? Teagan had no clue, the admission cracking open possibilities neither had discussed. Polyamory? Sharing? Did it change what they had? Open doors neither had considered? Or would it just complicate everything until it broke?
Hayden spoke first. “Doesn’t change us. But maybe…you know, we could possibly see where it leads?”
Teagan was still catching his breath, the wall’s texture imprinting on his back. “I—”
“It could lead to nowhere. Don’t put any undue pressure on yourself, Teag. Let’s just go eat some barbeque and have a good time, okay?”
Slowly, Teagan nodded, but inside, the thought of his relationship with Hayden changing, in any way, scared the crap out of him. Or, maybe, and it was a slim chance, Liam just saw them as friends and Teagan was panicking over nothing.
Keep lying to yourself.
Hayden’s smile came easy, and he leaned in for a quick kiss, tasting of salt and Teagan. “Good. Now help me with these dishes.”
“You just wrecked me and you expect me to do chores?” Teagan stared wide-eyed at him.
“Not gonna do themselves.” Hayden grinned. “That sounded so dirty.”
“As dirty as the dishes,” Teagan muttered.
Washing them passed in comfortable quiet, soap bubbles popping under running water, the mundane task grounding Teagan after his confession. He dried plates while Hayden scrubbed, their elbows brushing occasionally.
“What if things change between us?” Teagan finally voiced his fear. So much for feeling grounded.
“Things always change.” Hayden handed over a soapy glass. “That’s part of life.”
Teagan wanted guarantees. He wanted to know they’d be okay. He’d spent so long protecting what they had that the idea of it altering—even potentially for the better—was scary as hell.
“I mean change for the worst. What if we explore this thing with Liam and one of us gets jealous or Liam is only interested in you and not me too and we have this big fallout then we call it quits and have to split custody of the car, which I’ll probably sleep in since you and Liam will want to shack up together—”
Hayden cupped Teagan’s cheeks with wet hands. “Breathe. You’re talking so fast you’re turning red.”
Forcing himself to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth, Teagan finally nodded.
“There is only one thing I want you to worry about today.” Suds slid down Teagan’s cheeks.
