It was crazy. It was madness. Shawn couldn’t keep his hands off him; it was like he couldn’t control his body at all. He was weirded out by his own insatiable behavior; he’d never behaved like that before. This thing was actually getting worse. No matter how many times they fucked, no matter how many orgasms he’d had, he constantly wantedmore, more and moreof Derek but he couldn’t get enough.
Derek.
That was another thing that bothered Shawn. Lately he had caught himself thinking of Rutledge as Derek far too often for his liking.And to make things worse, Shawn wasn’t all that sure it was just sex he wanted. He enjoyed kissing Rutledge way too much. But the part after sex was theworst. Rutledge would kiss his face and his neck, softly and lazily, and Shawn would feel good, and warm—
Just like he was feeling at this moment as Rutledge nuzzled into the back of his neck.
“God, get out,” Shawn groaned into the pillow, his voice still hoarse after the blowjob he’d given Rutledge earlier. “I have the night shift tonight. Need to be at work in less than two hours, and it’ll take ages to get there.” He grimaced at the thought. He hated the night shifts, he hated when he was sent to work at the restaurant on the other end of the city, and he hated leaving the twins with Mrs. Hawkins for the night.
Rutledge didn’t move, his big body still sprawled over Shawn’s back. He was too heavy and it was getting hard to breathe, but Shawn found that he didn’t mind all that much.
“I need to get going, too,” Rutledge said against his neck, kissing him there. “I have hundreds of papers to grade.”
“Did you grade mine yet?”
“Yes.”
“And?” Shawn’s stomach tightened as he waited for Rutledge’s response. He had put so much effort into it.
“It was acceptable,” Rutledge said. “C.”
Shawn deflated. “Oh.”
Rutledge’s lips stilled against his nape.
Then he rolled Shawn over and propped himself on his elbows above him. His dark eyes studied Shawn’s face. “Are you… upset?”
“No,” Shawn said lightly with a soft chuckle, averting his gaze. “I just… I just wanted to do better. To shut up the people who spread the rumors about us.”
“If you got a better grade, it would have only made it worse.”
“Maybe. But—I just really wanted to do better.”
Rutledge gripped his chin with his fingers and forced Shawn to look at him.
He had a strange expression on his face: irritation mixed with something else. “You did do better,” he said gruffly. “I expected worse.”
Shawn snorted, shaking his head. “Thanks. I guess.”
Rutledge stared at him with the same vaguely irritated look before leaning down and kissing him.
Shawn wasn’t entirely sure how they went from kissing to Rutledge’s trying to push his cock into him—again.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Shawn said, with a half laugh, half groan. “I’m sore.”
“One more time,” Rutledge said, managing to sound resigned and desperate at the same time. “I’ll be gentle.”
“That’s what you said last time,” Shawn said, but truth be told, he didn’t mind at all. He was sore, but god, he wanted him.
“I was gentle,” Rutledge said, his hips rocking gently into him. “Until you begged me to fuck youharder.”
“I didn’t.”
Rutledge just snorted.
“Shut up,” Shawn said, trying to keep his hips still—trying to hide from Rutledge how much he was enjoying the sensation of his cock deep inside him. He bit his lip to swallow back his moans. It was really embarrassing: Rutledge’s cock wasn’t even brushing his prostate, but he was loving the incredible fullness and the intoxicating intimacy of having another person—Derek—in him, on him, around him, Derek’s heavy body pressing him down into the mattress, surrounding him…
“You don’t have to go,” Rutledge said into his ear, panting slightly as his hips rocked into him.
