I shook my head with a laugh. “You can play all you like. I’m not going to tell you.”
“That’s okay, Joe. I can try other methods of persuasion.” He closed the scant distance between us, tucking himself under my chin and nuzzling my throat.
“Is that right?” I murmured while I wrapped my arms around him.
Everything felt good now Sully was close. Nothing else mattered, not the town,not my worries over the kids. Nothing except how good he felt in my embrace.
“Hmm… you smell so good, Keith.” I laughed. The touch of his fingers on bare skin and his lips on my throat had a shiver running down my spine. “My house is empty. Will be for hours, and I forgot to put on sunscreen.”
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” I hoisted him over my shoulder, earning a squeal. I swatted his ass lightly while he smacked mine as he hung there, not fighting me while I walked back to shore.
I leaned down to gather up my stuff, giving him time to escape my clutches, but he stayed hanging upside down, perfectly content to let me carry him.
“Ivan, my stuff’s over there!”
His name choices were ridiculous. I gathered up his things and walked along a path I hadn’t noticed before. It led straight to Sully’s street. His house was still empty when I got to it. I walked straight to the front door.
“No, round back! We need to shower off.”
Following his directions, I walked around the house, past the pool, and to the outside shower. It was completely hidden from prying eyes.
I set him down just outside it so he could turn the water on. Every movement he made was graceful and easy. I wondered if he’d been struggling being apart like I had. He’d looked so relieved to see me, I thought he must have been.
He stepped close, his fingers lingered on the waistband of my briefs. “Want to share the shower with me, Bob? I can wash you, then you can wash me, and if there’s orgasms in there, all the better, right?”
With a chuckle, I let my gaze fall to where he was touching me. “We should conserve water where we can.”
“I knew you were environmentally responsible, Jeff,” he said with laughter in his eyes as he shoved my briefs off.
His scent sharpened with his arousal at the sight of my hard cock. Naughty little quokka wasn’t wearing his inhibitor.
“Hello, old friend,” he muttered. His fingers closed around my length and stroked from root to tip with a delicious twist at the end.
I groaned. “Are you talking to my dick?”
“Maybe.” His fingers tightened their grip. “Depends on if you’re going to give me what Ineed.”
“What do you need, Sully?” Unable to resist, I dipped my head to his throat, my hands to his ass. I pushed his tiny speedo down to tease a finger around his leaking hole. He groaned when I breached him.
“If I can’t have your name—“
“You can’t.” I pumped two fingers inside him. He was so wet for me.
“Then I want your cock inside me.” He didn’t pause his strokes.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I said against his ear. I nipped at it and he moaned.
“Probably not, but I want you anyway. Give me your knot, Ivan.”
“You’ve used that name already,” I teased, hating the other names, but unable to risk him having my true name. Still, I worked him open for me.
“I’m horny, Randy. Give me that knot. Make me come so I can sleep without dreaming of you.”
My stomach churned with guilt. “Sully—“
“Just… just fuck me, please. I need to feel you deep inside me again.”
I cupped his chin to kiss him soundly. He returned it enthusiastically, walking backwardsuntil we were both under the warm spray of the water.
