“You’re wearing too many clothes,” CJ muttered, and he bit his lip to stifle a grin as Evan scrambled off him to pull his jeans and underwear off and kick them across the room.
CJ sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed before he patted the space next to him. Evan gave him a confused look before sitting beside him, and CJ wrapped a hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a slow, deep, claiming kiss. Then he slipped off the bed and dropped to his knees, and when he looked up, Evan was watching him with an expression of raw hunger that stole the air from CJ’s lungs. Without breaking eyecontact, CJ leaned forward and took Evan’s cock all the way to the back of his throat.
A shout ripped from Evan’s throat, raw and unrestrained, and his hands flew to CJ’s hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands. He didn’t push, just let his hands rest there, and CJ didn’t hesitate to set a rhythm that was both reverent and devastating and guaranteed to take Evan apart at the seams. He pulled back slowly, tongue swirling around the sensitive head, lapping up the precum beading at the tip before sinking down again and taking Evan impossibly deep. CJ wondered if Evan still liked a little pain with his pleasure, and he lightly scraped Evan’s cockhead with his teeth as he pulled back. Evan gasped and let out a low moan as his fingers tightened in CJ’s hair and his hips lifted instinctively, sending his cock deep. CJ gagged and pulled back slightly before smiling smugly. That answered that question.
Above him, Evan chanted, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,”and CJ wanted to tell him not to worry. He had no intention of stopping, but he couldn’t do that without actually stopping. He brought one of his hands up to cup Evan’s balls, rolling them gently and applying just enough pressure to make Evan gasp and groan. He could feel the tension coiling in Evan’s body as his thighs began to tremble and the thrust of his hips faltered as he made increasingly desperate sounds. With a final, deliberate swallow, CJ pulled back, leaving Evan gasping and shaking on the edge of release.
“CJ.” Evan almost sobbed his name.
“Not yet,” he whispered hoarsely, looking up at Evan from his knees. “Not like this. Not this time.”
Then he rose on shaky legs and stripped off his jeans and underwear, letting out a sigh of relief as he freed his rock-hard dick. He pushed Evan back onto the bed, covering him with his body as he brought their mouths together in a deep, claimingkiss. Evan’s fingers explored the dip of CJ’s spine and the curve of his ass, cupping one cheek with his palm before sliding his hand down the back of CJ’s thigh to the sensitive skin behind his knee.
“I need you,” CJ whispered, and the words sounded like they were torn from him, ragged and harsh. “Now, Evan. Please.”
Evan pulled back to look at him.
“Please,” CJ begged, the word whispered on a sob of frustration.
The plea was enough to shatter what was left of Evan’s restraint. He shifted them with a smooth, practiced motion, rolling CJ onto his back as he followed and braced himself above him without crushing him into the mattress. The change in position knocked the breath from CJ’s lungs in a quiet rush, and his hands came up instinctively to grip Evan’s torso as they locked eyes. CJ could feel his tension as Evan’s eyes flicked over his face like he was giving one final check to make sure CJ meant it, then his eyes dropped toward the space between them before he glanced at the nightstand.
The question on his face was subtle, and CJ doubted anyone else would have seen it, but CJ did, and his lips rolled inward to hide his smile.
“Yeah,” he said quietly before Evan could reach for it, not bothering to hide his smile when he looked at him in surprise. “Second drawer. Same place.”
For a second, neither of them moved, and CJ could feel a strange, disorienting overlap of then and now as they both recognized the way some things hadn’t changed at all, even as everything else had. Evan’s mouth curved faintly, something warm breaking through the last of that hesitation.
“Right,” he murmured.
He shifted just enough to reach the nightstand, one hand leaving CJ’s side while the other stayed planted, anchoring himthere. CJ watched him without looking away, aware of every small movement Evan made. The drawer slid open easily, and CJ’s pulse kicked up at the brief rustle of foil before Evan’s attention was back on him.
CJ brushed his thumb lightly along Evan’s jaw before cupping his cheek. “You good?” he asked quietly.
Evan leaned into CJ’s hand and closed his eyes. “Yeah.”
With a shaky inhale, Evan pulled back to open the bottle of lube, his hands trembling as he coated his fingers before shifting to the side so CJ could move. Without breaking their gaze, CJ hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled them back toward his chest, offering himself completely to Evan. The air hitched in Evan’s lungs when he dropped his gaze and reached out with one slick finger to slowly circle CJ’s hole. CJ held his breath, waiting for the first breach of Evan’s finger, the lube cool against CJ’s overheated skin. He almost sobbed when Evan pulled his hand away until he leaned down and pressed kisses up CJ’s leg, from the bend of his knee to the crease of his thigh, and CJ felt worshipped by his unspoken benediction.
Evan reapplied lube to his fingers and dropped his head to take CJ’s mouth in a searing kiss. It was the perfect distraction, and Evan used the opportunity to circle CJ’s entrance with his thumb. CJ gasped, and Evan pulled back to watch CJ’s face as he slowly breached him with one finger.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Evan breathed.
He pressed an open-mouth kiss to CJ’s thigh, and CJ moaned as he rocked his hips down, trying to take Evan’s finger deeper.
“It’s been a while,” CJ said, cheeks heating at the confession.
Evan added a second finger, scissoring them until the resistance gave way and CJ’s body remembered him. “That’s it, baby,” Evan murmured. “You’re doing so good.” He curled his fingers to stroke CJ’s prostate, smirking as CJ’s hips bucked.
“Evan.” CJ glared at him, and Evan smirked, then inserted a third finger and stroked that bundle of nerves again. “Now, Evan, please.” The words tumbled from his mouth on a wail. “I’m ready. Please, please…”
His voice trailed off as Evan withdrew his fingers and wiped them on the bed as he positioned himself between CJ’s legs. Watching Evan tear open a condom and roll it on in one smooth, confident move shouldn’t have been hot, but it was. So was watching him pour a healthy amount of lube in his hand to coat his cock before pressing the tip against CJ’s hole. Evan paused for a split second, just long enough to give CJ a look of pure want, then he pushed forward. CJ inhaled sharply at the burn before he forced himself to relax and breathe through the initial discomfort and stretch.
Evan bottomed out inside CJ, and he dropped his head. “Jesus Christ,” he said through clenched teeth. “You feel so fucking good.”
CJ wrapped his legs around Evan’s waist, using his heels to pull him deeper. “Move,” he demanded, and even to his ears, his voice was rough. He was barely hanging on. “Fuck me like you’ve hated me for seven years.”
That was all it took. Evan pulled out almost completely, then slammed forward again, setting a rhythm that was immediately punishing. There was no adjustment period, nothing gentle or slow about his thrusts, but it wasn’t enough.
“Harder,” CJ panted as he met every thrust. The sound of their slick skin slapping together in the quiet room was almost obscene. “Is that all you’ve got? I remember you being able to fuck me through the mattress.”
