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I remembered going to the Nightmare on Shady Avenue party, wanting to prove there were worse nightmares out there than mine. Instead I’d proven a dream had been missing. Now that I knew it, I didn’t want to mess it up. Friendship was the relationship most lacking in my life.
“Would you still live with me if I decided that I’d prefer us to stay friends?”
His body tensed, his hands clutching tighter around my upper arms. He took his time, swallowing before he answered softly, “I want to have you around.” He rubbed my arms. “Is that your answer?”
“I’m not sure yet. I like having sex with you.”
A laugh tumbled out of him and he turned me, pressing me tight against the bench, his arousal nudging at my lower stomach. He reached around my side, took the spatula and flipped the last pancake. It was a good example of multi-tasking, even if the pancake was close to burned.
“So, you came back,” I murmured, pressing a hand to his chest and playing with the peak of one nipple bumping his T-shirt.
“I said hello to my family and then found myself saying goodbye, hopping in my car, and driving back here.”
“They’ll be missing you then.”
He turned off the stove, slipped the last pancake onto the plate behind me, and kissed my lips. A soft kiss that felt delightfully unfinished.
He ripped up a pancake and fed me bits, pushing the pad of his syrupy thumb into my mouth and scraping over my teeth.
“I hope this leads to a ravaging of sorts,” I said after the next bite, rubbing the heel of my hand against my length.
Quinn’s pupils dilated. His arms came quickly and firmly around me, fingers digging into my ass as he urged me to wrap my legs around him. He walked me purposefully toward his bedroom. “Is it okay to break the wall if you’re the one helping me do it?”
“Yes.”
His laugh tickled at my throat.
“I can’t think straight when you do that.”
Quinn paused in his doorway, arms flexing with the weight of carrying me. I squirmed to my feet, relieving him of the pressure.
“Was that a joke?” he asked as he brushed a thumb over my nose to the edge of my mouth. “Did Liam Davis just crack a joke? The end of the world must be coming.”
My robe had come loose and I shrugged out of it, letting the soft material sink to a puddle at my feet. I stroked myself. “Not the coming I want to concentrate on right now.”
His voice tensed, and his lust was undeniable. “Another one. Shoot.”
“Really?” I said, linking our hands and pulling him toward the bed. I kissed him quickly and flung myself over his semi-made bed. “Because I could, you know.”
He pounced on me, pinning my arms above my head. The bottom edge of his T-shirt fell softly against my shaft as he leaned in and bumped our noses together. “Going to tell me exactly what you want, Liam?”
“You naked for a start.”
He scrambled off me, and I hooked my fingers behind my head as he shucked out of his jeans and almost fell, stomping on the ends to free himself of their hungry grip. The T-shirt came off in record time, followed by his socks.
He paused at his boxer-briefs, stretching the waistband with a teasing wink.
“You can keep them on if you want,” I said, sitting up and shuffling to the bedside, where I pulled Quinn forward. His legs flexed as I dug my hand in the flap of his boxers, gripped his cock and pulled it out. I leaned forward and tasted him. Salty. His velvety foreskin rubbed against my lips.
His moan came long and surprised. “Liam,” he gasped. There was something infinitely motivating about that sound, and I fed more of him into my mouth until the head of his cock was nudging the far roof. The angle was somewhat awkward, so I slid off the bed to the floor.
Quinn curled his toes against the sides of my knees as I stroked and sucked him. He let me lick and explore while he gifted me with little noises of appreciation. He pulled out of my mouth, stripped off his briefs and tugged me up onto the bed.
The bedding cushioned my back as Quinn climbed on top of me and locked me into a deep kiss. I arched against him as our tongues danced and Quinn’s fingers slid between our hips and rolled my balls. My grip, splayed over his shoulder blades, tightened as I eagerly drew him closer. More. More of that. I angled my hips and Quinn sought deeper until he was rubbing along my entrance. “Yes, that’s it. That’s what I want.”
Quinn rutted against me as he wriggled the tip of his finger and popped it into my ass.
