Jevon’s cock slid smoothly along Rhys’s crease. He sunk his teeth into Rhys’s tender flesh and revelled in the answering gasp. “I thought you’d got lost in here.”
Rhys hummed. “If I had, I’ve definitely been found.” He pushed back on Jevon, grinding himself lightly against Jevon’s cock. “But it won’t be for long if you keep doing that.”
“Uh-huh.” Jevon glided his hands down Rhys’s wet skin. Over the past week, he’d learned how to play this part of Rhys’s body with his fingers and tongue—committed every sweetly sensitive spot to memory—and had become so addicted that his dreams had shifted from Rhys fucking him, to Jevon’s cock easing inside Rhys. Making his eyes roll and his body jerk. But then his fantasies would flip back again, and he’d imagine himself on his back, his legs flung open, and Rhys thrusting inside him, driving him into oblivion.Man, I’m confused. But of one thing he was certain.I need him to feel good.
Jevon shut off the shower and tugged Rhys out of the bathroom, water dripping on the floor as they went. He snagged a towel and haphazardly dried them both, then he pushed Rhys down on the bed and straddled him. In this new position, it was Rhys’s cock teasing Jevon’s hole, but he tore himself away from the entrancing pleasure and moved down Rhys’s body.
Sucking Rhys’s cock was like breathing now. Sliding his fingers inside him, searching out the electric spot that turned Rhys’s moans into guttural shouts took more patience. But Jevon did it. He hooked Rhys’s leg over his shoulder and made him come, only withdrawing when Rhys begged him to stop.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Rhys shook his head, his face flushed and beautiful. “You do something to me, man. I’m gonna combust one of these days.”
Jevon laughed. His own dick was still painfully hard, but nothing compared to seeing Rhys like this. The world could wait because Jevon wasn’t getting off.That’s a bad pun, dude.
Rhys cupped Jevon’s face.“What are you laughing at?”
“Myself. I’m fucking hilarious.”
“Well, youarea clown, babe.”
The casual endearment hurt Jevon’s heart. He dragged himself back to Rhys’s eye level and kissed him to numb the pain, but he still batted Rhys’s hands away when he reached for his swollen cock. “Later. I gotta meet Efe and she’ll deck me if I’m late.”
“Ifwe’relate.”
Jevon grinned. “Don’t get too excited. She’s a force of nature.”
“Good for her.”
They got dressed and left the Brick Lane flat behind. By the time they got to the bakery in Vauxhall, it was winding down for the night, but only out front. Jevon led Rhys behind the scenes where they found Efe gearing up for an overnight bake.
She tossed flour at him. “Are you here to help or eat me out of house and home?”
“Both.” Rhys stepped between them before Jevon could retaliate.
Jevon raised an eyebrow. “Sure about that? You haven’t slept since Wednesday.”
“Shh.”
Efe put an arm around Rhys, clearly as taken with him as Jevon. “I was joking, sweet boy, but seeing as you offered... if you can load up those sourdoughs for proving, I’ll give you all the patties and coconut slices you can eat.”
Efe’s Jamaican lamb patties, wrapped in turmeric-spiced pastry, and the coconut-jam tarts Jevon remembered from school were among his favourite things to put in his mouth. If he hadn’t had Rhys along for the ride, he’d have happily worked all night in exchange for a full belly.
As it was, the job she’d given them didn’t take that long, though Rhys seemed to enjoy it. “Do you come here and do this often?”
“What? Give out free labour in return for stuffing my face? Yeah... kind of. I told you before that I liked being here when I first started to deal with my sexuality. It was a port in a storm, you know?”
Rhys carefully shaped elastic bread dough the way Efe had shown him and placed it in the proving basket. “Yeah. I get it. I reckon I could sleep in front of those ovens too.”
“I think there’s a couple of staff around here who do. Efe treats this place like her living room. It’s open house once Nero’s gone home.”
“Nero?”
“The hot pizza dude.”
Rhys nodded. “I remember. And I love that you had this place to come to. It beats whoring yourself around in a sex club for company.”
“That’s how you see yourself?”
“When I don’t take the time to remind myself I did those things because I wanted to. I have no regrets, but loneliness does funny things to me.”