“You keep looking at me that way and you’ll end up with my dick in you before the trip is over.”
Shawn snapped his gaze to Rutledge’s face. Rutledge was looking at the road ahead.
His face hot, Shawn said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Rutledge just snorted.
Silence fell between them, thick, charged, tingling with awareness.
Finally, Shawn couldn’t stand it anymore. “What did you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Despite your poor grades, you are not completely stupid.”
“Wow, thanks. I’m going to mark this day in the calendar. ‘Professor Rutledge said I’m not completely stupid.’ I feel so special, you know.”
“Wyatt.” Rutledge still wouldn’t look at Shawn. “You’re not as straight as you believe. To put it bluntly: you look at me like you want to suck my cock.”
Shawn opened his mouth but closed it without saying anything. Then he laughed. “You have a really high opinion of yourself.”
Rutledge sighed, pulled the car off the road and killed the engine. Without a word, he got out of the car, walked to the passenger seat, opened the door and dragged Shawn out.
“Hey!” Shawn said, glancing back at the twins, but they were still sound asleep.
Rutledge shut the door and dragged Shawn away from the car, towards the woods.
“Look—” Shawn started, but he was cut off when Rutledge pushed him against the wide trunk of a tree and put his hands by either side of Shawn’s face.
The dark eyes bored into him. “I have no patience for gay freak outs. I couldn’t care less if you delude yourself into thinking that you’re totally straight. But when you’re with me, I don’t want to hear this nonsense.”
Shawn laughed uncertainly. “Don’t you think it’s a bit presumptuous of you to say you know better than me whether I’m straight or gay?”
“Actually, I think you’re bisexual, but it’s neither here nor there. I’m not saying I know better than you what turns you on. But I have eyes. I can easily tell when a guy wants to suck my dick.”
“I don’t want to suck your dick. I suck your dick only because you pay me to do it.”
“Yes, I pay you,” Rutledge said in a low voice. “But it doesn’t mean you don’t like it. You have a bit of an oral fixation, Wyatt. Your mouth is very sensitive. You like having your mouth full. You like being kissed. You like being fucked in the mouth.”
Shawn shivered. “I don’t.”
Rutledge raised his eyebrows. “You continue sucking my dick even after I come.”
His skin growing warm, Shawn averted his gaze. Yeah, he had caught himself doing that a few times, but… “Even if what you say is true, it doesn’t prove anything.” Oral fixation was actually a good explanation why he enjoyed Rutledge’s kisses and why having Rutledge’s dick in his mouth felt kind of…all right.
“You’re right,” Rutledge said. “Liking to suck another man’s dick doesn’t make you gay.”
“Stop mocking me.”
“I’m not mocking you.”
They looked at each other in silence.
Shawn moistened his lips with a swipe of his tongue.
Rutledge lifted his hand and stroked Shawn’s bottom lip with his thumb.
Shawn stayed very still, barely breathing.
Rutledge slowly pushed the thumb into his mouth, gently parting Shawn’s lips, as they continued to stare at each other. Shawn tentatively brushed the tip of his tongue over the thumb and then...
