His attic bedroom was the plainest room in the house so far—not much to it but a bed, a stack of crime novels, and a suitcase tucked in the corner. “I need at least one quiet space in my life when I’m in this country,” he explained. “Otherwise my brain’s too crowded when I go back to the camps.”
It made sense. Rhys wanted to know more about what Jevon’s life was really like—to devour every detail Jevon gave up—but there was something else they had to do first, or Rhys was going to explode.
He pulled Jevon close and fingered the hem of the white vest he’d been wearing under his Technicolour shirt. “I want to get naked again,” he whispered. “If that’s something you want? I can go to my hotel if you want to cool things down.”
Jevon let out a breathless laugh. “I don’t want to cool things down. I’m just so fucking hot for you, I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to have sex completely, not just the stuff I never knew in the first place.”
“There’s nojustanything.” Rhys drew Jevon’s vest over his head, his breath catching as he lay eyes on Jevon’s perfect chest. “But don’t freak out, okay? Nothing’s gonna happen that you’re not ready for.”
Conflict shimmered in Jevon’s warm gaze, and Rhys understood it. The horny bloke in Jevon wanted to do all the things he probably dreamed of when he was alone at night in this very bed, but a million things were stopping him. Some tangible. Some not. And some so nonsensical he’d probably never figure them out.Christ, I’ve been there. But Jevon wasn’t Rhys... and Rhys didn’t want him to be.
Slowly, they shed their clothes. Jevon’s sheets were smooth, clean, and smelled of him. Rhys sank onto his back, pulling Jevon on top of him. Skin touched skin, and they both gasped. Jevon sank his teeth into Rhys’s chest and kissed his way from nipple to nipple, remembering Rhys’s kryptonite spots with military accuracy as Rhys dissolved beneath him, powerless to stop the mentor role he’d assumed slipping away. What Jevon lacked in experience was eclipsed by the instinctive way he played Rhys’s body, and Rhys was a shuddering mess at his metaphorical feet.
Eventually, they found themselves in the reverse of the position they’d been in on the couch: Rhys propped up against the headboard, Jevon straddling his lap. Naked, it meant so much more. Meant nothing more. Meant everything. Jevon’s cock was trapped between them, rucking against Rhys’s abdomen. Jevon stared down at it, apparently fascinated as their bodies moved together. “I reckon I could come like this.”
Rhys could believe it. He’d been ready to blow an hour ago. He thrust up gently, taking care to slide his own dick along Jevon’s tender flesh, rather than jabbing it in. “We can do that if you like, but I had something else in mind if you’re game?”
Jevon’s eyes widened. “Like what?”
“Like paying you back for letting me fuck your mouth and pass out on you.”
“You want me to fuck your mouth?”
“I want to blow you.” Heat sluiced through Rhys at the mere thought of it. “It doesn’t matter how we do it.”
The cogs turning in Jevon’s brain were conversely blank and visible, leaving Rhys no idea of what he was thinking as he slowly straightened up. Rhys braced himself for Jevon to climb off his lap, but he didn’t. He lay back, arching his body like a graceful cat, and left their bodies entwined. His cock jutted up, sticky from rutting together. Rhys gazed at it, and his mouth watered. He scrambled to his knees and chased Jevon down, covering his body with his own and swooping down for one more kiss.
Then he crawled between Jevon’s legs, nudging them wider apart, and swallowed him whole.
Jevon reacted like he’d been plugged into the mains. As though Rhys’s tongue sliding up and down his length tapped into a brand new circuit. His back arched from the bed, and his limbs spasmed out, jerking and wild. “Fuck.”
The curse was whispered—hoarse—but the single syllable went straight to Rhys’s dick. He sucked Jevon harder, working him with his hand. His loose plan had been to do this slowly... sensually, to build Jevon up a dozen times before he finally let him come, but a minute in and they were already derailing.
Jevon’s hands flew to the back of Rhys’s head, resting lightly there at first, but then with more purpose as Rhys urged him on.
“Do it,” Rhys growled. “Do what you feel.”
Jevon gripped Rhys’s hair, his fingers tangling in it with just enough pressure to make Rhys’s eyes roll. A year’s old craving for pain kicked in, but he fought it and won, quickly losing himself in Jevon’s building pleasure.
Sucking cock had always been Rhys’s jam, but he regretted that now as Jevon thrashed beneath him, and Rhys’s view was obscured.I want to see him. But he wanted Jevon tofeelmore. Wanted Jevon to let go of every single thought in his mind and give into the desires he’d hidden for so long. Rhys’s life had disintegrated more times than he cared to admit, but hiding his sexuality from the world wasn’t a problem he’d ever carried. Fuck, no. And he had the scars to prove it.
But Jevon had scars too, and if Rhys could heal them just a little, with the swipe of his tongue and a gentle graze of his teeth, he’d suck Jevon’s cock all night long.
“Oh god,” Jevon whispered. “I’m gonna come.”
The soft plea hit Rhys harder than if Jevon had screamed at the top of his lungs. He flattened his own body, grinding his dick against the mattress, and took Jevon as deep down as he could. Jevon’s cock scraped the back of his throat, and he unravelled, his body curling in on itself as he clutched Rhys tight against him. He erupted with a ragged yell, shooting hot come down Rhys’s throat, and Rhys drank it all down, absorbing the spasms in Jevon’s abdomen, revelling in them, believing them. Believing in himself if just for a moment.This is what you’re good at.
Rhys’s stomach rolled, but the bleak thought was fast eclipsed by his own pleasure. When he’d swallowed every drop of Jevon’s release, he rose up on his knees, his hand a blur on his cock, and came quickly—andhard—on Jevon’s chest, a guttered shout tearing from his lungs.
Exhausted, he fell forwards, his palms landing either side of Jevon’s head, gasping, and for a long moment, the only sounds in the room were laboured breaths and pounding hearts.
Jevon gripped Rhys’s chin and gently forced him to meet his gaze. He smiled, and Rhys blinked down at him, awed. Fell into his languid kiss like a warm summer lake and wondered how the fuck life had given him this.
Given him Jevon.
He pulled back, still staring, until a shiver racked Jevon, and Rhys remembered that he’d covered him in come. “I’ll clean up.”
Rhys stumbled from the bed and to the bathroom where he found a fresh washcloth. He dampened it with warm water and returned to the bed to clean them both up.