Page 34 of See My Words

“You can stop this anytime, you know,” Rylan interrupted. “I’m on to you.”

Scott stared at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about this knee-jerk reaction you have to test me, to push me, see how much I’ll take before I tell you to go fuck yourself and walk out.”

Scott scowled, crossing his arms over his chest like a mutinous child. “I don’t do that.” He threw Rylan a challenging look. “Maybe I really am just a fucking asshole.”

Rylan snorted. “No ‘maybe’ about it.”

“Definitely not boyfriend material.”

“Assholes seldom are.”

“I’m difficult to love.”

“The worst.” Rylan suddenly tossed his computer aside. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. I’m out.”

He made to rise from the bed, and Scott lunged, grabbing him around the waist and pinning Rylan beneath him.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled.

Rylan linked his arms around Scott’s neck, looking up at him solemnly. “For now anyway.”

Scott winced, dropping his forehead to Rylan’s shoulder. “Harsh,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry. I’m a total dick.”

Rylan rubbed his back. “That does seem to be your default.” He paused and then went on, his voice gentle, “I’m here because I want to be, Scott, that’s it. Not because I feel sorry for you or to feed my ego by fucking a hot guy or any other bullshit reason you can come up with.”

Scott flushed. “I guess it’s no secret I’m an insecure motherfucker.”

Rylan’s eyes were warm, affectionate. “Nope. And pushing people away first seems to have become a habit for you. What was it you said about Lance? That he was a nice guy and he cared about you?”

“He got clingy,” Scott muttered. “I don’t like having to constantly reassure people. It makes me grumpy.”

“Tell you what. Let’s start as we mean to go on, okay? I’ll try not to ask for more than you’re willing or able to give, and you’ll try to look at our relationship differently than ingrained old habits tell you to. That’s all. We’ll just try.”

“Okay.” Scott felt completely overwhelmed, but the smile that broke across Rylan’s face warmed him from the inside out, and he didn’t resist as Rylan pushed on his shoulders, rolling Scott to his back.

“I’m really curious about something,” Rylan whispered, and Scott could only lie there in a pleasurable haze as Rylan kissed him roughly, biting at his lips, his neck, tonguing his nipples, until Scott was moving his hips restlessly on the bed.

Rylan sat back on his heels, his lips swollen, his breathing fast. “That’s what I thought would happen.” He was staring at Scott’s crotch, and Scott glanced down to see that his excited cock had breached the waistband of his low-slung underwear, the slick purple head just peeking out over the top.

Rylan bent down and trailed his tongue over Scott’s abdomen until he was hovering over the wet tip, his lips parted. “So sexy,” he breathed, not making any further move, which threatened to drive Scott out of his mind.

“Please,” he begged shamelessly, reaching up to thread his fingers through Rylan’s hair.

Rylan smirked at him and licked the head with a broad swipe of his tongue. “Mmm,” he purred. “You taste so fucking good.” He took Scott just inside his mouth, letting him feel the moist inner lining of his lips, his wicked tongue circling, probing, teasing.

“Oh God, suck me, Ry,” Scott whimpered. “Please, baby. It’s all for you. Only for you.”

With a wink, Rylan pulled the front of his underwear down, snugging the waistband just under Scott’s balls, making everything jut out obscenely. Rylan hummed in pleasure at the sight before swallowing Scott to the root, the heat and pressure making Scott arch and cry out.

Rylan pushed him to the edge, again and again, refusing to let him go over. Scott’s pleading moans rang off the ceiling, and Rylan rolled to the side, jacking Scott’s dick leisurely, the saliva coating it giving Rylan a sweet glide. Scott writhed, his hands twisted in the sheets.

“You’re killing me,” he gasped. “I need to come. Let me come for you.”

Rylan released him, crawling up Scott’s body to kiss him. Scott eagerly lapped up the salty tang clinging to his lips, reaching down to take himself in hand, giving a yelp of protest when Rylan pried his fingers off.

“No touching,” he growled. “Mine.”