Page 27 of See My Words

Rylan trembled from the overload of sensation, his breath coming in sharp pants. Scott’s hands seemed to be everywhere, roaming over Rylan’s torso, flicking his nipples, squeezing his ass, and fondling his balls, his lips and tongue tormenting the aching, swollen tip of his dick.

Scott’s growls of appreciation shot to every erogenous zone Rylan possessed, and he gripped the cushion so tightly his knuckles whitened, barely able to gasp out a warning right before he came hard.

He threw his head back, his teeth bared as the pleasure consumed him from the inside out, the wrenching spasms making his whole body shake. His moans and cries rang off the ceiling, his balls emptying in seemingly endless spurts.

As the orgasm crested and receded, Rylan managed to drag his eyes open and look down, the words of praise and affection dying on his lips as he gasped in shock. Scott’s face was drenched in what appeared to be gallons of spunk, so much that there were clumps of it in his hair. One of his nostrils was plugged, and a great white glob threatened to slide from his forehead right down into his eye.

Rylan wiped it hastily away, choking on his horrified laughter.

Scott blinked up at him. “When I told you earlier I needed a facial,” he said drily, “this isn’t quite what I had in mind.”

Rylan used his thumb to try to clear Scott’s nose. “Oh my God, I’m sorry,” he wheezed. “I was so worked up, and that totally took me by surprise.”

Scott blew semen out of his nostril, grimacing as the mess landed on his lower lip. He brushed it away, muttering, “This seems way sexier in porn, doesn’t it?”

Quivering with laughter, Rylan buried his face in Scott’s neck. “Yeah, you look an absolute mess.” He peeked up at him. “But if this was porn, I’d be licking it off your face and feeding it to you.”

“Eww,” they both said in unison, and Scott wrapped him up in his arms as they gave in to their mirth.

“While we’re being honest about real life versus porn,” Scott gasped, “I gotta say your jizz tastes terrible, Ry.”

“What?”

Scott snorted at the outrage in Rylan’s tone. “Yeah, you need to eat more fruit or something, darlin’.” He gave a mock shudder, laughing when Rylan punched him on the shoulder.

“You’re such an asshole.”

They cuddled together until Rylan ran his hand through Scott’s stiffening hair. “Let’s get you cleaned up, porn king.”

In the shower, Rylan goofed off with the bodywash, making a bubble beard on Scott’s chin and attempting some horns on his head, exclaiming in renewed horror when the little mounds of lather suddenly slid down and got in his eyes.

“Okay, from now on, you stay away from my face, Rylan Mahoney,” Scott sputtered, rinsing off with frantic motions under the spray. “Don’t you know it’s my fortune? Ask anyone.” He struck a ridiculous pose, batting his eyelashes, his eyes reddened and watery-looking.

Rylan blew him a kiss in silent apology, leering at him. “But you looked so hot with my load all over your face. Wanna do it again.”

Scott grabbed him and hauled him close, nuzzling Rylan’s cheek with his nose. “Whenever you want, baby. Whenever you want.”

Rylan wrapped his arms around Scott’s neck and kissed him, noticing instantly that the motions of his tongue were smaller, more hesitant, and he wasn’t ravaging Rylan’s mouth like he had earlier. “You hurting?”

Scott started to shake his head in denial before giving a rueful nod. “Yeah, a little.”

“Come on.”

Rylan shut off the water and passed Scott a towel, tying his own towel around his hips as he padded into the kitchen to grab some water and Tylenol.

Scott was already ensconced in bed, and Rylan handed him the water and pills, waiting silently until Scott swallowed them before climbing in next to him and snuggling close. Scott laid his head on Rylan’s shoulder, and Rylan caressed his damp hair gently until they both drifted to sleep.

Chapter Six

SCOTT WOKE SLOWLY, IN INCREMENTS, blinking against the daylight flooding into the room. He stretched, so warm and comfortable he didn’t ever want to get up. Rylan was on his side facing away from him, his breaths deep and even, the sheet pooled low around his hips.

Scott couldn’t help it; he danced his fingers down Rylan’s spine, chuckling at the goose bumps that pebbled his skin. Rylan twitched, mumbling “Stop it” when Scott pressed up to his back and slid one arm around his waist.

“No,” Scott whispered, one fingertip circling a nipple. “Wanna play.”

“Wanna sleep. Lemme alone.” Rylan’s voice was slurred and irritable, and Scott placed an openmouthed kiss on his neck, inhaling deeply of the spicy scent of bodywash and sleep-warmed skin.

“Mmm. Please?” Scott nibbled on Rylan’s earlobe. “Want you.” He rocked his erection against Rylan’s lower back.