Page 26 of See My Words

He got up from the couch and went over to Scott, sliding his arms around his waist. “Why does this upset you? Is it Chris, or the fact I’d be leaving?”

Scott shrugged, holding himself rigid for a second before returning Rylan’s embrace, burying his face in his hair. “Obviously I don’t want you to put yourself in any danger, but shit, Rylan, of course I want you to follow your dreams.” He snorted. “Chris bugs me, only because he’s everything I’m not.”

“What do you mean?”

Scott let go of him and threw himself back to sitting. “You know. He’s educated, worldly, well-traveled. You have tons of things in common.”

“That’s all true.” Rylan perched next to him. “He’s an awesome guy.” Scott made a sour face, and Rylan went on. “But I don’t have any history with him, or think about him all the time.”

“Yeah?” Scott mulled that over.

Rylan smiled. “Yeah. Or want to talk to him for hours, kiss him for hours.” He punctuated that with an exaggerated smack to Scott’s lips, delighting in his laugh.

They stared at each other for a moment before Rylan reached out and cupped Scott’s cheek. “I don’t ache to know every single thing about him, or want to tell him everything about me.” He nudged Scott to his back before straddling his hips in one smooth motion. Scott caught his breath and settled his hands lightly at Rylan’s waist.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.” Rylan traced his thumb across Scott’s parted lips. “Nowhere.”

Scott jackknifed up and threaded his fingers through Rylan’s hair, taking his mouth in a hot rush. Their tongues dueled as Scott kissed him deeply, thoroughly, until Rylan was gasping for air, clutching at Scott’s shoulders.

Scott collapsed back onto the cushions, roaming his hands over Rylan’s torso, delving them beneath his T-shirt to pinch his nipples. Rylan groaned, arching his back against the pleasure, and Scott hissed. “Yes. So fucking beautiful. My beautiful Ry.”

Rylan felt a sudden wave of self-consciousness sweep over him. Beautiful? With his narrow chest, skinny arms and legs, the zit on his forehead? He resisted the urge to protest, to hide, to turn the light off…

Scott was looking up at him, lips swollen, eyes heavy-lidded and glowing with heat, his cock rock-hard against him. Rylan gave a little wiggle, enjoying Scott’s sharp intake of breath, the very tangible evidence of his desire. This is all for me, Rylan exulted, letting his hands do a little wandering of their own over Scott’s broad shoulders, down his arms. And he thinks I’m beautiful.

Rylan relaxed, circling his hips again, gracing Scott with a sultry smile.

“God, yes.” Scott settled back and crossed his arms behind his head. “Ride me. Give me a show.”

Rylan stripped his shirt off and opened his pants, licking his palm before sliding it down his chest and belly to take his cock in a loose grip. He jacked himself leisurely, base to tip, rubbing his thumb over the head of his dick, feeling the slickness of precome. He spread it around in sensual circles, biting his lip at the intensity of the pleasure.

“That’s it,” Scott breathed. “So hot. More.”

Rylan thrust into his fist, teasing himself. He lifted up on his knees, reaching down to fondle his balls, pressing down on that strip of skin just behind them with a fingertip. He moaned.

Scott gave a muffled curse, his eyes fixed on what Rylan was doing. Rylan couldn’t ever remember feeling so sexy, so abandoned, and he whispered Scott’s name, waiting until he looked up at him.

“What do you want? You want me to come all over you? Fuck you with this?” He squeezed the tip with rough fingers, bringing up more fluid, which dripped down onto Scott’s belly.

Scott licked his lips. “Get up here and fuck my mouth with it. I want to taste you.”

Rylan groaned, standing to strip his jeans and underwear off before straddling Scott’s upturned face. He rubbed his sac across Scott’s parted lips, feeling the hot dampness as Scott chased it with his tongue.

“Suck them,” Rylan ordered, using one hand to hold his dick back against his abs, hissing as Scott nuzzled the sensitive skin of his balls before taking them one by one inside his mouth. “God, yes.”

Scott let go of him with a pop and arched his neck back invitingly. “Feed it to me.”

Rylan stood higher on his knees, taking hold of himself and rubbing the tip against Scott’s lips, making them glisten with his moisture. “Jesus,” he grated. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Scott lapped eagerly at him, stabbing into the slit, moaning as Rylan released another burst of his flavor onto his tongue. “Tastes so good, Ry. So fucking good.”

He sucked on the head, gripping Rylan’s hip with one hand and trying to force him deeper. Mindful of Scott’s healing jaw, Rylan kept his thrusts into his mouth shallow, ignoring Scott’s growls to fuck him.

“Take what I give you,” Rylan murmured, bracing one hand on the back of the couch and gritting his teeth at the sight of his cock sliding along Scott’s tongue and between those full, sinful lips.

Scott released him and mouthed along the shaft down to Rylan’s heavy balls. Rylan groaned, a sharp cry ripping from his throat as Scott suddenly turned his head and bit down on Rylan’s inner thigh, sucking up a bruise.

“Mine,” Scott muttered, licking at the darkening mark. “Mine.”