Page 101 of See My Words

“Sure. There’s a spare key under the large planter.”

Rylan left, and Scott hurried through his usual end-of-shift routine before eagerly heading for home. As he drove, he gave free rein to the anticipation starting to roar through him, which made his heart pound, his hands shake. Rylan was waiting for him! Was he back for good? If not, for how long? There was so much Scott wanted to ask him and to tell him.

Turning into the driveway, he skidded to a stop next to Minh’s little hybrid and ran up the steps to fling open the door. He tore off his jacket and tossed it in the general direction of the coat tree, calling out, “Ry?”

“Hey.”

Scott whirled around to see Rylan standing in the entryway of the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. He paused. “You okay?”

Rylan put the coffee down. “Yeah. A little jet-lagged, maybe.” He took a few steps in Scott’s direction, his eyes bright. “Thought maybe I’d take a shower, rest a bit. But now―”

Scott swallowed when Rylan drew close enough to reach out and smooth his palms up Scott’s chest.

“But now, what?” he croaked, trembling as Rylan started to leisurely unbutton his shirt.

“Mmm.” The shirt sagged open, and Rylan slid his hands inside, gliding them along Scott’s ribs and down to his hips. “Now—for some reason—I’m wide awake.”

Scott tipped his head back helplessly as Rylan pressed against him and kissed his throat, mouthing along his collarbone and pushing the shirt off Scott’s shoulder to drag his parted lips along his skin. Scott groaned, threading the fingers of one hand through Rylan’s hair and bringing the other one down to fumble at the snap of Rylan’s jeans.

With a wicked chuckle, Rylan trailed his tongue across Scott’s chest to his nipple. He licked it to a stiff peak and then sucked on it.

“God, Ry,” Scott gasped, arching his back. “You’re killing me. I need—” He shoved his hand down the front of Rylan’s pants, reveling in his deep groan as Scott found his cock and eased it free of the restrictive fabric.

He was rock-hard, and Scott rubbed the wet tip roughly with his thumb, crying out himself as Rylan bit down on his nipple in response. Scott tugged on his hair, wrenching his head back to slam his mouth down over his. The kiss was wet, hot, and consuming.

Rylan bit at Scott’s lips, soothing the sting with rough swipes of his tongue. Scott pushed him hard against the wall. “Not gonna make it upstairs,” he growled, letting go of Rylan to rip his own pants open. “Touch me.”

He moaned as Rylan cupped his balls, tugging and rolling them, tilting his head back to offer Scott his mouth. Scott kissed him, driving his tongue deep.

Rylan slid his hand up and down Scott’s length with rough strokes. “Mmm, so big and hard for me,” he panted. “You feel so good.”

Scott braced his palm on the wall next to Rylan’s head as he jacked Rylan hard in return, tightening his hand and encouraging Rylan to thrust into it. “That’s it, baby,” Scott murmured, pumping his hips into Rylan’s own encircling fist. “Just like that.”

This wasn’t how he’d envisioned their reunion. Whenever he thought about it, Scott always pictured them in a soft bed, naked, entwined. It would be slow and romantic as they reconnected in the most intimate way two people possibly could. He’d never once imagined they’d be in the foyer of his cabin, pants open and sagging around their thighs, knees shaking as they jerked each other off with rough strokes and primal grunts.

“Come for me, Ry,” Scott demanded, sinking his teeth into the wiry muscle between Rylan’s shoulder and neck, sucking up a dark mark with a low growl. “Now.”

Rylan buried his face in Scott’s throat, his breaths little more than rough gusts against his sweaty skin, and a moment later, he froze with a harsh cry, his body spasming as he came hard in Scott’s hand.

“Yes,” Scott hissed, hot jets of Rylan’s come stringing through his fingers. Rylan’s needy whimpers and the feel of him, the smell of him, was driving Scott out of his mind. He wrapped one arm around Rylan’s waist, pinned his wrists above his head with the other, and thrust hard against his hipbone.

Scott hung his head to watch his cock slide along Rylan’s slick abs, unable to suppress his own moans as he erupted, a visceral satisfaction enhancing his pleasure as he marked Rylan’s skin with seemingly endless pulses of creamy white.

“Mine,” he gasped raggedly. “Mine.”

When it was over, Scott sagged against Rylan, enfolding him in his arms to hold him close. Rylan stroked his hair with trembling fingers, his body still quaking.

“Wow,” Rylan muttered. “Not quite how I pictured this going, but—wow.”

Scott huffed a laugh against Rylan’s cheek. “I was thinking that exact same thing a minute ago.”

“You were thinking a minute ago?” Rylan’s voice was raspy but incredulous. “I must have been doing something wrong.”

Scott pressed their foreheads together. “Never. You drove me wild.” He kissed the tip of his nose. “I didn’t need anything but your hands on me, Ry. I missed you.”

Winding his arms around Scott’s neck, Rylan put his head on his shoulder. “I missed you, too,” he said quietly. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Scott pulled him closer, and they clung together in silence for a moment until Rylan gave an exaggerated shiver. “Can you offer me a hot shower and a soft bed, preferably with a beautiful man in it? Preferably you?”