“You’re beautiful,” Cash murmured and lowered to one knee to help him out of his boots.
“I was thinkin’ the same thing about you,” Dev admitted, letting Cash take his heel and begin to edge the tight hold off his foot. It popped free, sending Cash reaching for the floor to stay upright.
He placed that boot to the side and reached for the other one.
“Why don’t I have a shower like this in my apartment?” Cash asked, unlacing the hooks. “Better question, why were you in the other bathroom’s shower if you have this one?”
“Honest answer?”
“Always.”
“I couldn’t stand the idea of bein’ thirty-five feet away from you,” Dev answered. “I planned to take you to breakfast when you woke up. There’s a place I love down the street that I’ve been eatin’ at since I was a kid. I figured you might like it.” He had zero to lose by dumping it all out. His life was a straight-up shitshow. If Cash bolted tonight and never came back, at least Dev made an attempt to keep him around. Cash’s brows lifted, his eyes followed, and Dev reached out to mess with Cash’s styled hair. The one section fell forward onto his forehead. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to say anything. It’ll be short lived. I’m completely clinically crazy. I can’t hang on to a thought more than a second. Maybe as long as my next orgasm.”
He could tell Cash didn’t know if he was kidding or not.
When no other words were said, he was afraid he’d made the night awkward. “I’m just fuckin’ with you….”
“No, I get it. I keep thinking about last night too. I don’t normally connect with people like I do with you,” Cash said. “Your drawings speak to me. I felt it all again when I sifted through them this morning. You’re very talented.” The boot popped free. That one was tossed carelessly over his shoulder, those strong hands moved his jeans and underwear over his feet, taking the socks with them. “Clinically crazy though?”
Dev grinned. He hadn’t been to a doctor’s office since he was nine years old. They might have suggested psychological testing, but his mother had his back, insisting it was them not him. Whatever that meant.
He’d turned into his own therapist. Fist-fighting the world and the calming effects of weed were his choices for self-medication. “I might’ve been exaggeratin’ a tad.”
Cash’s strong fingers circled around his cock as he bent forward, swallowing him whole. Any steam Dev lost came back with a roar, his cock growing hard as a rock inside Cash’s mouth. The guy had no gag reflex or a need to build up. Dev hit the back of his throat. Cash reared back, then took all of him back inside that wickedly skilled mouth. He gave two or three good swallows as his hand came back to Dev’s nipple, fingers caressing and rolling the sensitive bead. Dev’s hands tangled in Cash’s hair, an attempt at controlling his movements.
“You fuckin’ do it for me, man,” Dev hissed. “I won’t last. Not tonight. In the shower.”
He heaved in a breath, his fingers trailed along Cash’s jaw, feeling the hint of the stubble forming there. He had to force his hand away, reaching inside the shower. The warmth was perfect. Cash bobbed his head up and down, swallowing around Dev each and every time. Cash cupped his balls, giving the perfect amount of pressure. Caressing and teasing, driving Dev wild. His eyes closed as he gripped Cash’s shoulders, gently pushing at the hunk of a man who made him feel so damned good.
“You recover fast enough.” Cash pulled off his cock, only to bury his face in Dev’s crotch. His hand continued the up and down motion on his shaft. “You smell good.”
Dev ran his hand through Cash’s hair. What a sexy move. He lifted his heavy lids to watch, memorizing the way Cash looked bent over him, on his knees, worshiping his cock and balls. Dev tightened his fingers in Cash’s hair, tugging his head back. “Worship my ass like you do my cock?”
Cash’s grin spread, and he nodded. In that fluid way he had, he pushed back on his heels, standing, bringing Dev up with him.
Cash moved closer, his nose ghosting over Dev’s collarbone and shoulder, breathing him in. His handsome face, with that stray piece of hair on his forehead, came eye to eye with him. Cash grinned at Dev, his big palms brushing back his hair as he spoke. “No matter what else happens between us, you need to know, you really do it for me too.”
“Yeah?”
Cash descended, missing his opening lips altogether. His nose coasting along Dev’s jaw.
“Yeah. In a big way. I like to date. I don’t do casual, yet here I am. Now get your ass in the shower so I can show you what I’m made of.”
He wanted to say “yes, sir,” but that went against every fiber of his being, so he kept the words inside. He guided Cash under the spray and touched the switch, shooting water from all the heads, enjoying his one splurge in the building.
“Make me forget today?”
“If you can stand afterward, I didn’t do my job.” Cash took his mouth with a forceful kiss.
The trials of his day faded as Cash’s wet body pinned him to the wall.
~~~
This crossed every single professional line no matter how he tried to spin it.
Instead of dwelling on what he shouldn’t do, he did what Dev asked him to do. He gripped Dev’s ass cheeks roughly, squeezing and molding the flesh until his fingers dug into the crevice, searching for his hole. Dev wrenched away from the kiss, his head falling back, knocking against the wall.
“Don’t open me.” Dev panted.
