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“Gonna get back at me?”
“Absolutely,” Colin vowed.
“I’ll look forward to that,” Evan said and unbuttoned his pants. “But me first.”
He shucked his jeans and kicked them aside. He wore no underwear, and while Colin’s first thought wasdamn, I bet that’s cold, coming fast on its heels was the second:gimme.
Evan’s cock hung thick between his legs, less than fully hard but still mouth-watering. As Colin stared it twitched and grew, and remembering the taste of him from last time, Colin licked his lips.
Evan’s low laugh had Colin’s gaze darting up.
“Not this time,” Evan said, his tone a gentle rebuke, and knelt on the bed. Close enough that Colin could feel the heat pumping off his body, too far away to touch. “This time, I get to taste.”
8
Panting with the effort of holding back, his head swimming with sensual power, Evan lifted his mouth from Colin’s thigh and glanced at the bedside clock. He’d been torturing Colin for over twenty minutes, working his way up and down that firmly muscled, soft-skinned body with lips and tongue, hands and teeth, all the while avoiding the bobbing cock that was begging for attention. The sighs and moans that spilled from his lips were like a drug, the pleas for more feeding his own need until it threatened to overwhelm.
Shifting so he hovered over Colin, hands braced on either side of his head, Evan tried to clear the lust out of his head long enough to assess his lover. Colin’s cheeks were ruddy and damp, his gaze unfocused. He was breathing hard, his chest pumping like a bellows, his pulse a visible quiver in his throat. His mouth was red and swollen, marked where Colin’s teeth had sunk in. Evan wanted to lick them, but knew if he gave in to that impulse he wouldn’t be able to hold on.
To distract himself, and with Spence’s instructions ringing in his ears, Evan checked Colin’s hands for signs of diminished circulation. He’d been pulling and yanking on the ropes almost constantly, the skin at his wrists showing the raw red of abrasions. But his fingernails looked normal, with no hint of blue, and his fingers were warm to the touch.
“Col, tell me how your hands feel.”
Colin shook his head, a restless and somehow frantic movement. “They’re fine. Feel fine. Evan, please.”
“Any numbness or tingling?”
“No, nothing.” Colin turned his wrist to wrap his hand around Evan’s. “See? Working great.”
His grip was like iron. “I guess they are.”
“Are you done torturing me now?”
Despite the inferno inside him, Evan’s lips twitched. God, he loved this man. “I figure we’re both about at our breaking point.”
“Thank God,” Colin breathed, the fervent prayer of a desperate man. “Lube is in the nightstand, condoms too.”
Unable to resist any longer, and knowing he was cutting his own throat, Evan lowered his mouth to within a whisper of Colin’s. “You asking me to fuck you, Col?”
“I’ll beg if I have to,” Colin rasped, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. It brushed against Evan’s mouth, sending a jolt through him and making his dick jump against Colin’s hip. Colin’s moan was ragged and raw, like flesh over broken glass. “Please don’t make me beg, Evan.”
“No, baby.” Evan crooned the words, seeking to soothe now rather than torment, and for one frantic, pulsing moment, fused his mouth to Colin’s. When he raised his head again, he felt as desperate as the look in Colin’s eyes. “You don’t have to beg.”
He crawled up the bed and reached for the nightstand, fumbling the drawer open. When he found only a handful of cough drops and a biography of Freddy Mercury, he nearly howled in frustration. “They’re not here.”
“Other side,” Colin rasped out, letting out a grunting oof when Evan climbed over him to get to the other side of the bed. He pulled the drawer hard, yanking it completely free and sending its contents flying. Condoms rained on the carpet, and the bottle of lube landed with a thump. When it rolled under the bed, Evan cursed like a sailor.
“What’s wrong?” Colin asked, eyes widening in alarm as Evan continued to curse.
Evan climbed off the bed, grabbed a strip of condoms and tossed them in Colin’s direction, then got down on his hands and knees on the floor. “The damn lube rolled under the bed.”
Evan ignoredColin’s laughter and pressed his cheek to the floor to look under the bed. Spotting the bottle, he stretched out an arm to get it. But his fingers only skimmed it and sent it skittering further out of reach.
“Goddammit,” he muttered, and with one hand shielding his penis from rugburn, lowered himself onto his belly and tried again.
When his hand closed over the bottle, he grunted out a triumphant, “Got it!”, and climbed to his feet. He climbed back on the bed and settled on his haunches by Colin’s hip with a scowl for his lover, who was still laughing. “It wasn’t that funny.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you could’ve seen yourself, half under the bed with your ass in the air,” Colin managed between guffaws.
