Page 32 of Pieces of Me

“I have no goddamn clue” was the answer just as Scott took Rylan’s mouth in a hot rush, his tongue plunging deep. “Want some of your sweetness.”

In a last-ditch bid for sanity, Rylan shoved Scott away and lurched to his feet, only to have Scott follow and push him back against the nearest wall, pinning him with his body.

Scott cupped Rylan’s chin in his hand, lifting it. “Kiss me,” he growled, and Rylan whimpered, finally wrapping his arms around Scott’s neck in surrender. They ate at each other’s lips, the kiss wet and messy. Scott’s stubble scraped against Rylan’s cheeks, his tongue hot in Rylan’s mouth.

Rylan arched his back, trying to get closer. Scott slid one leg between Rylan’s, circling, and just like that, Rylan exploded, his cry muffled by Scott’s kiss.

Scott kept his thigh where it was, letting Rylan pulse against it until the spasms stopped, and then he pulled slightly away to lean his forehead on Rylan’s. “Did you come?” he whispered, and his lips curved when Rylan gave a jerky nod. “Damn.”

Rylan looked away in embarrassment, flushing when Scott continued, his voice guttural, “That was so fuckin’ hot.” He buried his face against Rylan’s sweaty neck, biting the straining tendon there gently, making Rylan gasp. “That’s the easiest orgasm I’ve ever given anybody in my life.”

Huffing out a helpless laugh, Rylan tipped his head back against the wall, feeling Scott’s lips roaming over his throat, kissing, tasting. “Have you had a lot of sex?” he asked, his eyes closed, little residual shocks coursing through his body, making him shake.

Scott smiled against his skin. “Probably more than my fair share,” he allowed, nuzzling his nose in the hollow of Rylan’s throat. “Starting with Steve Lassiter’s older sister when I was only fourteen.”

“Seriously?”

Scott lifted his face from Rylan’s neck and smirked. “Yeah. She was nineteen, home from college. We all got drunk one night at their house, and when Steve fell asleep, we went in her room and fucked like bunnies. She said I did okay for a virgin.”

Rylan sifted his fingers through Scott’s thick black hair, loving that he was free to touch him at last. “Then Lisa?”

Scott nodded. “Her, and some others the times we’ve been in a fight. I think there’s been―six total?”

“I’m your first guy, though?”

Scott paused. “Yeah. You’re the one and only.” He flopped down on the futon, sprawling out. “Big dark secret: I like guys, too. Find myself checkin’ them out at the gym, the pool, that kind of thing. Lookin’ at them, wonderin’ what they’d look like naked. Never really wanted to do anything with one, though, till you.”

Rylan came and perched next to him, wincing a little as the wet fabric clinging to his crotch rubbed against sensitive skin. “Why me?”

Scott rolled his head along the back of the futon to look at him. “Told you already. Because you’re―you. Smart, funny, caring. Apparently that makes you sexy to me. Go figure.”

It was his turn to glance away in some embarrassment, and Rylan felt warmth spread through him, a warmth that had nothing to do with arousal. “I think that’s the best compliment I ever had, Scott.”

Scott snorted. “Pretty dumb.”

“Nope. Not dumb, the best.” Rylan leaned in and gave Scott a quick, impulsive kiss on the cheek before standing up and moving to the dresser. He pulled some clean underwear and a pair of cut-off sweatpants out of a drawer, intending to hurry into the bathroom to change. Snatching a towel from the dirty clothes hamper, he held it against the wet spot on the front of his pants in case he ran into anyone in the hallway.

“Where are you going? Change here,” Scott said, his eyes heavy lidded. “In fact, I think you should come a little closer.” The towel dropped to the floor as Scott reached out and grabbed Rylan’s hand, pulling him to stand between Scott’s spread knees. “Right there is perfect.”

Scott leaned back again, his eyes traveling up and down Rylan’s body, waiting. Swallowing hard, Rylan grasped the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. He dared to peep at Scott, wondering if he’d be bored already with Rylan’s skinny chest, his narrow hips.

Instead, Scott’s eyes were half-closed, and he was biting his bottom lip. When Rylan drifted his gaze lower, he couldn’t help but gasp. Scott had his pants open, and his hand was―Rylan’s mouth dried up completely.

“Don’t stop.” Scott wrapped his hand around himself and started a slow stroke. “I want to see you.”

Rylan’s fingers were noticeably trembling as he reached down and unbuttoned his own pants. “I―I―”

“Take it off, Rylan.” Scott’s voice was hoarse. “Please.”

His breath coming in gasps, Rylan pushed his jeans and underwear from his hips, wincing as the wet fabric caught and dragged, making him have to work for it. So much for a sexy striptease, he thought with a tinge of hysteria. It didn’t help that he was hard again, making the task even more difficult.

He finally got everything wrestled into submission and kicked the clammy material away, his erection bobbing out before him in time with his thundering heartbeat.

“Jesus.” The exclamation seemed to burst from Scott, and he licked his lips. “You’re beautiful, Ry. Sexy as fuck.”

Rylan’s knees went a little weak at those words, and he gulped, breathless, as Scott continued to pleasure himself. As if in a dream, Rylan took a step forward and straddled Scott’s lap, linking his arms around Scott’s neck as he came down fully over top of him. Instinct took over as Rylan writhed on top of him, rolling his hips in a circle, chasing the pleasure and doing his best to give it in return. Scott was hot against him, hard, and Rylan fell forward, bracing his hands on the futon on either side of Scott’s head for purchase as he moved faster.

Scott’s breaths were turning into panting moans. Rylan covered his lips with his, taking the whimpers into his mouth, as Scott froze, his hips coming clear off the futon as a rush of hot wetness filled the space between them. Rylan wanted to watch him come, but Scott gasped Rylan’s name against his lips before kissing him deeply, passionately, his body quaking. Rylan buried his fingers in Scott’s hair and hung on, kissing him back.