Page 68 of See My Words

“What are you doing to me?” he rasped, reaching one arm back and wrapping it around Rylan’s neck, thrusting helplessly into Rylan’s encircling fingers.

Rylan put his lips to Scott’s ear and traced the sensitive shell with his tongue before whispering, “Making love to you.”

Scott rolled to his stomach and spread his legs, his face flushed, his eyes slumberous as he looked back at Rylan. He was laid out like a rich, decadent meal, so Rylan feasted, with lips, tongue, and fingers, until Scott was writhing beneath him, the room filled with his hoarse, begging whimpers. Some lube, a snap of latex, and Rylan filled him from behind, deep and hard, arms wrapped around Scott’s shoulders, holding him close.

He took his time, hips circling, thrusting, until Scott sobbed his pleasure down into his pillow, his back bowed, hands twisted in the sheets. Rylan soon followed, unable to keep from gasping his love into Scott’s ear as he throbbed deep inside him.

I don’t want to go to Africa. I don’t want to miss any more mornings like this.

Chapter Eleven

SCOTT SLIPPED OUT OF BED, leaving Rylan, true to form, sawing logs again.

He made his way downstairs to the kitchen, surprised to see Minh already up and sitting at the table hunched over a cup of coffee. He seemed bleary-eyed and a little sad.

“What’s up, boo?” Scott asked, running his hand over Minh’s hair and squeezing the back of his neck before heading for the coffeepot.

Minh gave a listless shrug. “Nothing.”

“Hey, don’t give me that. It’s me.”

Scott grabbed a banana and sat down next to him with his coffee, unable to suppress a small wince as his ass connected with the chair. Minh’s eyes shimmered with a brief wickedness.

“Sore?”

Scott snorted, peeling the banana. “Yes, if you must know. Rylan woke up in a…mood.”

A smile flickered across Minh’s lips. “So did Chris. I swear, that man is insatiable.”

“He’s crazy about you, Minh.”

Minh twirled his empty coffee cup between his palms. “His dick is, that’s for sure.”

Scott eyed him, taking a thoughtful bite of his banana. “I think it’s more than that, hon. I really do.”

“Maybe.”

“Hey.” Scott waited until Minh looked at him before saying gently, “What’s got you so down? Is it that you don’t feel the same way?”

Minh got up and refilled his cup, slumping against the counter. “I don’t know, Scotty. It was supposed to be all fun and games, but this morning, he—” Minh swallowed hard. “When he was fucking me, he wrapped me in his arms so tight. Like a lot of guys just grab your shoulders and go to town, but Chris—he held me, you know?”

Scott swallowed, too. “Yeah.”

I love you, Scott. God, I love you.

Minh came back to the table and collapsed into his chair again. “Even after we were done, he held me for a long time. How the hell am I supposed to feel about that?”

Scott stood and threw his banana peel away in the nearby trashcan before putting his hands on Minh’s shoulders from behind to give them a squeeze. “Yesterday at brunch, I overheard him telling Rylan you were a ray of sunshine.”

Minh snorted. “Sounds like bad song lyrics.”

Scott rubbed Minh’s upper arms. “It does. But back when I first met Rylan, I thought the same thing about him. I couldn’t explain it, but it always seemed like the world got a little bit brighter when he was around.” He gave a derisive chuckle. “God, that sounds sappy as fuck. Bad song lyrics is right.”

Minh nodded in vigorous agreement, and Scott bopped him lightly on the head in joking reproof. “The thing is, there wasn’t a whole lot about my life back then that didn’t seem bleak and hopeless, at least according to my perception of it. Rylan lit everything up, made things look different—better.” Scott bent down and kissed his cheek. “Sounds like Chris sees you in the same way. You must make his world brighter, which is a great thing. Trust me.”

Minh thought about that for a moment. “Yeah, maybe. But I’ll still be done with him by Saturday.”

Scott smiled to himself as he moved to his seat, thinking how Minh’s expiration date kept getting pushed back.