Page 5 of Toren

Toren chased the rest of his drink back and discarded the glass, bracing both his hands against Andrew’s thighs, fingers gently curling into the fabric and pulling his pants open further. “Yeah.”

“Is it okay if I put it in your mouth?” Andrew reached behind the waistband of his underwear and grabbed his cock, squeezing the base until he saw stars.

“Yeah. Yes.”

Toren pulled Andrew’s underwear out of the way and leaned in, rubbing his cheek along the length of his cock before quickly taking the whole thing into his mouth. Andrew didn’t need to tell Toren to get on his knees. He did it anyway, and Andrew gave in to his own wants and threaded his fingers through Toren’s soft, dark hair. Toren sucked him down to the root eagerly, no gag reflex in sight, and Andrew threw his head back with a groan.

If anyone was on the pool deck, they would absolutely know what the two of them were doing, but Toren’s mouth was so hot, Andrew didn’t have it in him to care. Slowly, he thrust his hips, pushing himself deeper into the never-ending tunnel of Toren’s throat.

After he got off work the day before, Andrew had driven up to LA and caught dinner with his brothers. They stayed at the restaurant late, drinking. It was one of the first times they’d spent substantial time together and by the time he made it to the safety of his hotel room, he understood each of his half-brothers a little more than he had.

Saturday had been a lazy day spent with Finn and his…well, Andrew wasn’t sure what to call Daniel and Sophie. The three of them were obviously not legally married, but there had been rings and promises, Andrew knew. And none of that mattered anyway because Finn was happy, and that was all Andrew wanted for any of his brothers.

For anyone at all, really.

And so Smith had invited him to the art gallery, and he’d had a lovely night with his brothers and their friends. It had been slow going, but Andrew was starting to understand the appeal of having brothers after having gone his entire life without. He’d never trade his upbringing for what the four of them had been forced into, but it did help Andrew to understand their closeness, why he felt like an outsider among people with whom he shared the same blood.

He hadn’t been in a great mood when he said goodbye to Smith and stepped out of the gallery, but then he saw Toren standing there against the wall with that cigarette in his mouth… and Andrew had wanted.

So he tightened his fingers in Toren’s hair and pulled him off his cock. No less than two strings of spit connected Toren’s mouth to Andrew’s cock, and Andrew fought a full-body shiver at the sight of it. He used the side of his thumb to wipe some drool from Toren’s chin before tugging with his other hand and dragging Toren up from his knees.

“Inside,” Andrew said.

Toren practically ran into the hotel room, and Andrew followed after, closing the door behind him and toeing out of his shoes. He dropped his pants and shrugged out of his shirt, keeping his underwear on with the waistband tucked behind his balls.

He closed the space between them and beckoned Toren closer with the crook of his finger. They crashed together in the middle of the room, mouths open and the taste of cigarettes and his own cock on Toren’s tongue. Andrew groaned and shoved Toren down onto the bed, climbing up after him without breaking the kiss.

It was hard to strip Toren out of his clothes when the only thing Andrew wanted to do was get his hands on the other man’s skin. Toren was warm and smooth, not overly muscular until Andrew’s roaming fingers reached well-defined abdominal muscles.

It took a lifetime, but he managed to divest Toren of his clothing entirely while peppering kisses up the length of his neck and the angle of his jaw. He reached down and teased his way between Toren’s ass cheeks, groaning low when his fingertip pressed against the tightly puckered entrance.

“Shit.”

Toren whimpered. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have condoms.” Andrew dropped his forehead against the pillow and sucked a deep breath in through his nose. “Do you?”

“No, but is it bad that I don’t care?”

Andrew pressed one more kiss against Toren’s ear before flopping onto his back. His cock was hard and leaking, a match for Toren’s short and fat dick that was doing the same thing.

“It’s irresponsible, I think,” he admitted. “When was the last time you were tested.”

“Like three years ago.”

Andrew made a horrified sound in the back of his throat. “That’s very irresponsible.”

“I haven’t—” Toren scrubbed a hand down his face. “Haven’t been with anyone since then.”

“Three years.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s not,” Andrew corrected. “It makes the lack of testing more logical, though.”

That earned him a throaty chuckle, and he rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand, elbow bent and digging into one of the many hotel pillows at the head of the bed.

“You’re more responsible than me,” he went on, quickly trying to redirect some blood flow so he could make a smart decision. He should have stopped himself from approaching Toren in the first place. He knew he didn’t have condoms when he offered to share a car, when he flirted his way right into foreplay and a balcony blow job.