Page 35 of See My Words

Scott shoved his underwear the rest of the way off and then lifted and spread his knees. “Please.”

Rylan slid his hand down Scott’s chest and belly, bypassing his cock to tease his tight, aching balls with his fingertips, until Scott was gasping, his hips fucking the air. At last Rylan took pity on him, jerking him hard and fast while he sucked and bit at a sensitive nipple, a groan wrenching from deep in Scott’s chest as he came with pulsing spurts.

With a hiss, Rylan straddled him. “I’m gonna shoot all over you,” he grated, and Scott growled filthy encouragement as Rylan stroked himself to completion, loving the sight of Rylan’s pleasure, the feel of his hot spunk jetting all over Scott’s own wet skin, the sound of his helpless moans.

When Rylan’s spasms finally died away, he collapsed at Scott’s side, chest heaving. Scott hugged him close, roaming his lips over Rylan’s face until their breathing calmed.

With a last gentle kiss, Scott whispered, “Gonna take a shower.” Rylan nodded, and Scott pulled away with reluctance, wanting nothing more than to wallow in bed with him all day.

As the hot water beat down on him, Scott basked in the afterglow, his body still tingling. He soaped himself lazily, enjoying a warm contentment that had nothing to do with his recent orgasm and everything to do with Rylan. There was something strangely comforting in being called out on your shit, especially when it wasn’t by someone looking to criticize or tear you down, but by someone who simply—knew you. Who saw you. Who cared.

He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, slapping on some deodorant and brushing his teeth. When he returned to the bedroom, Rylan was sprawled out on his stomach, sound asleep. Scott perched on the edge of the bed and watched him for a moment before brushing Rylan’s hair off his forehead with gentle fingers.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

A soft snore was his only answer, and Scott moved to his closet to pack his duffle bag. A few hours of lifting in the gym awaited, along with a meeting with his nutritionist, grocery shopping, a cardio session…

He cast a final look of longing toward Rylan before letting himself quietly out the door. His phone chirped while he was on the elevator, the ringtone distinctive.

“Hey, Minh,” he answered with a smile.

“’Sup, ho?” came Minh’s breezy response. “Headed to the gym?”

“Yeah.”

“’Kay, just checking. See ya there.”

Twenty minutes later, Scott strolled into the free-weight area and immediately heard his name being called. He turned to see Minh waving to him from a set of mats laid along one corner of the huge room in front of some floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

“Come stretch with us before you lift!”

Scott walked over and dropped down next to Minh, reclining back on his elbows and watching as Minh went into a wide seated straddle, a woman dressed in a bright-pink sports bra and tiny Lycra shorts leaning on his upper back to press his chest forward into the mat.

“God, that feels good, Alyssa,” Minh gasped, taking a deep breath and relaxing even more into the stretch.

As always, Scott marveled at Minh’s flexibility, admiring how he flowed through a series of ever more demanding stretches, Alyssa using her body weight to make him work even harder for it.

At last, Minh sat up and blew out a breath, his silky black hair damp with sweat, his face gleaming with exertion. He grabbed a nearby towel and mopped up, giving Alyssa a high five.

“Damn, you pole dancers really know how to turn a bitch out.”

Alyssa winked at him before walking over to one of the nearby poles set up for practice, mounting one, and going into some sort of complicated upside-down handstand, her body lithe and graceful.

“Hey, Scotty.” Minh leaned over and gave him a smacking kiss on the lips. “Good to see you. Come on, let’s get you warmed up.”

Scott let Minh walk him through a simpler version of the stretches he’d just gone through, groaning as his muscles protested every move.

“Jesus, how long has it been?” Minh said laughingly. “You’re so tight.”

Scott grunted a laugh through the pain, looking up at Minh, one of his feet braced on Minh’s shoulder as Minh pushed his knee back toward his chest. “Ooh, baby. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

Minh pretended to gag. “Gross.” He swatted Scott’s knee before letting him go and sinking down into an effortless split.

“Show-off,” Scott muttered, and Minh laughed.

“Gotta keep that flexibility so I can spread these legs for my sugar daddy.” He tossed his head. “Someday. When I meet him.”

“You’re shameless.” Scott let his own legs fall flat, sprawling out. Minh did the same, and they lay there watching the pole dancers work out, the music from the gym loudspeakers throbbing around them. Minh pushed up on one elbow and peered down at him.