Page 65 of See My Words

“Have fun, kids,” Minh called out as Scott at last got the door open and wrapped his arm around Rylan’s waist, practically lifting him off his feet and carrying him toward the stairs.

Chris’s “Jesus Christ” drifted to Rylan’s ears, but he was entirely too busy groping Scott’s ass to care. They stumbled into their bedroom, and Scott slammed the door closed, shoved Rylan back against it, and stripped Rylan’s T-shirt up and off.

He dropped to his knees, and before Rylan knew it, his pants were open and his cock was down Scott’s throat. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh God.”

Scott held his eyes as he pulled back and licked the head of Rylan’s dick. He sucked on it with strong pulls that sent aching pleasure rocketing through Rylan’s body, making his nipples tingle.

“What do you want, baby?” Scott whispered. “You want my mouth or my ass? I’m all yours.”

Rylan could barely speak, but he managed to croak, “This is good. I’m good.” He whimpered as Scott teased him with tiny kisses and nuzzles, bringing his hand up to massage Rylan’s tight, aching balls. “Please.”

Scott took him deep, the wet heat of his throat making Rylan hiss. He held Scott’s head still and pulsed his hips, a sensual thrill going through him when Scott’s eyes watered. Scott choked a little as Rylan pulled back, saliva running out to hang in a shimmering string from his chin. Rylan wiped it away with his thumb, rasping, “God yes, just like that. More.”

He collapsed against the door and rested his fingertips on the back of Scott’s head, riding the motion as Scott let him slide to the back of his throat again. Scott reached around and grabbed Rylan’s ass, encouraging him to thrust, and Rylan threaded his fingers through his hair and began an almost brutal rhythm.

Scott hummed around him, one hand working Rylan’s balls, the fingers of the other hand digging into Rylan’s butt cheek. Rylan closed his eyes, his world narrowed down to nothing but his cock and the scorching heat of Scott’s mouth.

Rylan’s legs started to shake as his orgasm bore down on him. Scott pulled off with a pop, holding Rylan’s eyes with his as he pumped the wet shaft relentlessly until Rylan erupted with a cry, hot semen arcing out in agonizing pulses, splattering Scott’s lips and stringing over his fingers.

Scott stood and kissed him roughly, stripping Rylan’s pants and underwear off and kicking them away. Rylan could only gasp for air as Scott ripped his own pants open, slicked himself up with Rylan’s come, and grasped the back of his thighs to boost him up.

“Hold on to me,” Scott growled as he almost lost his grip, his slippery hand scrabbling for purchase. Rylan wound his legs around Scott’s waist and clutched his shoulders, moaning as Scott buried his face in Rylan’s neck and circled his hips, driving his erection against Rylan’s abs. Trapped between the hard door and Scott’s equally hard body, all Rylan could do was grip him tight.

Over Scott’s shoulder, Rylan could see their reflection in the window on the opposite wall. It was a mesmerizing sight, him with his knees splayed wide, ankles locked around Scott’s waist, his fingers digging in to the bunching, shifting muscles of his back. Scott’s jeans sagged around his thighs, his glorious ass flexing as he undulated and thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” Scott moaned, flattening one palm on the wall next to Rylan’s head, his other arm like a steel band around Rylan’s hips. His cock slid along Rylan’s sweaty skin, and Rylan put his mouth to Scott’s ear, whispering filthy encouragement until Scott froze, his body convulsing as liquid warmth flooded the space between them.

Scott gasped and trembled against him, moaning his name. Rylan kissed him gently, over and over, stroking his hair. Giving Rylan a shaky smile, Scott helped Rylan lower his feet to the floor and steadied him until he found his balance.

“Wow, we’re a mess,” Rylan observed, his voice hoarse. He skimmed his fingers across the drying come caught in Scott’s stubble, looking ruefully down at his own semen-streaked belly. “Shower?”

Scott picked up Rylan’s discarded T-shirt and gave them both a cursory rubdown before stripping the rest of his clothes off. “How about a soak in the hot tub instead?” He sighed. “It’s our last night here. Back to reality tomorrow.”

They made their way to the bathroom to grab a couple of towels and wrap them around their waists before heading down to the patio. Not surprisingly, Minh and Chris were already there, submerged to their shoulders in the bubbling water.

“Well, hello, lovebirds,” Minh called when he spotted them. “Join us!”

Rylan hesitated a split second. He wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but all of a sudden he was painfully aware of how he must look compared with Scott’s tanned, ripped glory. Here he was—skinny, pale, no hint of a six-pack in sight—about to stand naked right next to Mr. MC₂ himself. Shit. Times like this it really sucked having a goddamn underwear model for a boyfriend.

Rylan took a deep breath and dropped the towel, his face burning. It didn’t help that Minh let out a long, low wolf whistle when Scott did the same, but Rylan noticed Chris’s eyes were fixed firmly on him. Not Scott, but him. His heavy-lidded gaze was admiring as it traveled leisurely from the top of Rylan’s head to his toes, never once straying over to Scott.

Rylan gulped, stepping shakily down into the water, cursing as his foot slipped and he stumbled. Scott was too far away to help, but Chris was there in a flash, wrapping his strong arm around Rylan’s waist to steady him.

“Easy there.” His hand brushed Rylan’s hip as Rylan lowered himself to sitting, mumbling his thanks.

“My pleasure.” Chris winked at him, resuming his seat next to Minh, leaving Rylan flattered and tingling with a pleasant warmth.

Minh whacked Chris on the arm. “Your pleasure indeed,” he said, his tone indignant as he gave him a mock glare.

Chris grinned back at him unrepentantly. “A chance to have a hot naked man up against me, baby? What can I say?”

Minh pulled his head down and kissed him with passionate thoroughness. “Just don’t forget the hot naked man you’re gonna have under you later,” he purred, sitting back with a smug grin when Chris bit his lip and groaned.

Scott sank into the hot water up to his neck, rolling his eyes at their antics. “I think Rylan and I’ll head back to Phoenix first thing in the morning,” he said, and Rylan glanced at him in surprise.

“Not go to the wedding?”

Scott shook his head. “I don’t see the need, do you? We’ll just be in the way, not family, not really friends…”