Page 35 of Pieces of Me

“Since I’m leaving again tomorrow,” he said, “I promised Heather I’d take the younger kids to Chuck E. Cheese’s as a good-bye treat. Don’t suppose you boys want to go?” Bob cracked up at the expression that must have crossed Rylan’s and Scott’s faces. “Didn’t think so, but I figured I’d ask.”

Bob reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, extracting a twenty-dollar bill and handing it to Rylan. “You two go ahead and order pizza in if you want. We’ll be back by bedtime.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Rylan followed Bob out into the living room, enjoying the excitement on the kids’ faces as Bob told them where they were going.

“Yay!” Cara squealed, and Heather swung her up into her arms.

“Daddy’s awesome, isn’t he, baby girl?” They nuzzled their noses together as Bob put his arm around them, and Rylan smiled at the happy picture they made, wishing he had his camera.

Bob beamed back at Rylan, led everyone out to his truck, and they were gone. The trailer rang with the sudden silence, the ticking of appliances the only sound. Rylan heard the floor creak behind him, and he turned around slowly to see Scott leaning against the doorjamb, his ankles crossed and his thumbs hooked in the front pocket of his jeans.

They stared at each other for a moment before a smirk Rylan could only describe as wicked quirked Scott’s lips. “We alone?” he asked, his deep voice almost a purr, and Rylan gave a jerky nod of assent.

Scott didn’t beckon to him, or say anything else, but Rylan drifted closer to him anyway, drawn by an almost irresistible pull. Scott’s eyes were steady on his, and his body language was open, relaxed. When Rylan stopped in front of him, Scott reached out and toyed with the hem of Rylan’s T-shirt in an almost absentminded motion, his knuckles perilously close to brushing against Rylan’s crotch. Rylan shivered, heat pooling in his belly.

“You know”―Scott’s tone was conversational―“I have a very unhappy girlfriend, and it’s all your fault.” He gave an experimental tug on the shirt, causing Rylan to take a small step closer.

“Me?” Rylan asked stupidly. “Lisa’s mad because of me? Why?”

Scott didn’t answer right away, and he let go of the T-shirt only to settle his hands on Rylan’s hips. “Yep,” he said at last, stroking his thumbs over the soft skin right above the waistband of Rylan’s jeans. “She’s mad as a hornet ’cause I wouldn’t fuck her last night.”

Rylan could only blink, and Scott chuckled at the expression that must have been on his face. “B―but―what does that have to do with me?” Rylan stammered, unable to really focus, his senses full of Scott’s caressing touch. The heat in his abdomen spread downward and caused his dick to swell painfully in his jeans.

Scott pulled him a fraction of an inch closer and leaned down, his lips a breath away from Rylan’s. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted to do with you. Not her. You.”

He gave Rylan a gentle kiss, dancing his tongue playfully along Rylan’s bottom lip. Rylan let out a tiny moan, and Scott pulled back enough to murmur, “You want me, too, Ry?”

Rylan’s breath caught, and he spread his palms across Scott’s chest before sliding them up around his neck. He pressed his body fully against Scott’s, his heart pounding. “Feel me? I’m so fucking hard for you. Does that answer your question?”

Rylan gasped as Scott cupped his ass and yanked him even closer. The kiss was messy, consuming, tongues sliding together. Scott wrapped his arms around Rylan’s waist and lifted him clear off his feet, not breaking the kiss as he started to move toward their room.

A loud squeaky noise rang out, startling both of them. Scott lurched and staggered against the wall, smacking Rylan’s head into the doorframe. “Ow!” Rylan howled. When he reached up to rub the bump, he hit Scott’s jaw with his elbow, sending Scott’s teeth clacking together as he gave a muffled “mmph.”

“Whoa!” Scott exclaimed as he recovered his balance, setting Rylan on his feet and running his fingers through Rylan’s hair, looking for blood. “You hit your head really hard. You okay?”

Rylan groaned. “What the hell happened?” They both looked down, and Scott grimaced when he saw one of Cara’s stuffed toys.

“Guess I stepped on that,” he said wryly, kicking it away. “Smooth. I almost gave you a concussion.”

“And I almost KO’d you with my elbow.” Rylan reached up to rub his palm along Scott’s jaw.

“I think I’ll live.” Scott pulled Rylan flush against him again. “Now where were we?”

Rylan slid his fingers from Scott’s jaw up into his hair. “Right about here.”

Scott started moving him once again in the direction of their room, his hands on Rylan’s hips. “God, I want you,” he growled between hot, wet kisses. All Rylan could do was clutch his shoulders and hold on.

Scott pushed Rylan into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them, stripping his clothes off until he stood there gloriously naked. Rylan’s knees went weak, and he sank down to sit on the side of the bed. “Oh my God,” he breathed, roaming his eyes everywhere at once. “Come here.” His mouth watered, and he licked his lips as Scott moved closer until he was standing between Rylan’s spread knees. Rylan gazed up at him, suddenly unsure.

“I―I don’t know what I’m doing,” he confessed, and Scott didn’t say anything, brushing the backs of his fingers over Rylan’s cheek. Rylan felt like purring at the soothing touch. Letting himself relax a little, he leaned forward to nuzzle his nose into Scott’s treasure trail, that enticing strip of hair that had excited him from day one.

He brushed his lips across the soft skin of Scott’s abdomen, feeling Scott’s fingers thread through his hair as he tried to move Rylan’s mouth where he wanted it. Rylan resisted, shyness and self-doubt taking over again, until Scott begged, his voice achingly hoarse, “Please, Rylan. Please.”

Rylan could see the need on his face, in his eyes, and he turned slightly and kissed the tip of Scott’s dick. Rylan licked his lips, tasting for the first time the salty flavor of a man’s arousal, and couldn’t help but whimper a little. He leaned in, experimenting with a cautious suck.

Scott gave a deep groan, and tilted his head back. “Yes,” he hissed, and Rylan did it again, a little harder this time. The noises Scott was making emboldened him, and he went deeper, pulling back in sudden alarm when Scott yelped more than cried out in pleasure.

“What?” Rylan asked anxiously, and Scott smoothed his hair again, flashing him a reassuring smile.