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“Are you trying to bribe us? Because of your hickeys and your new boyfriend?” I grinned.
Matty turned even redder. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Tommy, let it go,” Blake hissed, then turned back to Matty. “Are you sure? We don’t want to get you in trouble.”
Matthias nodded. “It’s fine, really. It’s for friends and family, too. I don’t have many of those.”
“See, Bug? We’re his friends and his family.” I reached across the counter to squeeze his hand. “I am happy for you, Matty,” I assured him.
We had all seen the way Matthias had pined for Killian all through high school, while Killian just acted like he didn’t exist. It was kind of heartbreaking to watch the way Kill jumped from girl to girl in front of him. Maybe now he could truly move on.
Once we sat down in the empty theater—most people these days went to the bigger cinemas a few towns over—and as the lights dimmed, I reached over to grab Blake’s hand. We had agreed to keep our relationship quiet. Boyfriends when we were alone, best friends when we weren’t. Not because we were ashamed, we just didn’t want to deal with everyone’s questions. Right now, I didn’t care. Not after I saw the way Matty was reacting about the hickeys. I didn’t want Blake to think I was ashamed of him or that I would hide him from anyone. He was my bug.
Blake didn’t even flinch when I laced our fingers together. He squeezed my hand tightly and yanked it into his lap like we did this all the time.
“This is nice,” he commented.
He popped a Skittle into his mouth, then reached over and pressed one against my lips.
“Feeding me now, Bug?” I grinned, making sure to drag my tongue over the tip of his finger. A soft gasp escaped his throat. “You just wait until I get you home.”
He raised his chin, then leaned close to my ear. “Promises, promises, Gretzky.” A smile spread over his face.
“Tease.” I pulled his hand into my lap. “Feel that? It’s because of you.” My cock had thickened inside my jeans.
He stared at me with hooded eyes before he looked around the still empty theater. Then he leaned over to slide his lips over mine.
“You want me to take care of that for you, Tommy?”
I didn’t stop Blake when he released my hand and popped the button on my pants. I didn’t stop him when he reached inside for my dick or when he wiped the precum from the tip to swipe it down the shaft. I dropped my head back as he started to slowly work me over, my breath coming in short, quick pants. I hoped nobody walked in, because they were going to know exactly what was going on: Blake Duncan was giving Tom Olson a hand job in the middle of theater two.
I gritted my teeth as pleasure rolled through my body and my hips canted. I bit back a groan when Blake leaned over to press his lips against my neck and dragged his teeth against my skin.
“You like that, Tommy?” he whispered in my ear. “You wish you were fucking me? You want to stick your big, fat cock inside my tight little asshole?”
“Jesus Christ.” I pulled back to stare at him. “Keep talking dirty to me.”
I grabbed his face to smash our mouths together. I shoved my tongue between his lips and sucked hard on his. The soft moan he released had me coming in my jeans seconds later, and I was glad Blake’s mouth was there to capture the sounds I made.
He pulled back to stare at me, a smile spreading over his handsome face.
“More clothes to add to the laundry pile.” He chuckled. He dragged his hand from my pants and licked it clean as I buttoned myself back up. “Promise to return the favor when we get back to your place?”
“I can return the favor now,” I told him just as the theater door opened and two people walked inside.
Blake leaned his head on my shoulder. “Your place,” he whispered.
***
Two nights later, I was sitting on the couch in the family room waiting for Blake. I had Netflix already queued up and Stranger Things ready to go, but he was late. That wasn’t like my best friend. Normally, he was always on time, and if he wasn’t, he would text me to let me know what was going on. I checked my phone again to see he was nearly an hour late and climbed from the couch. It wouldn’t hurt to go check on him. Make sure he was okay.
I rushed up the steps and into the kitchen to find my mother standing there. “Hey, sweetie.” She smiled at me as she put groceries away. “Going to see Blake?”
“I was, but if you need help...” I gestured toward the bags on the floor.
Mom shook her head. “Go on, spend time with your friend. Don’t forget we’re going up to Boston this weekend. Blake’s invited, too.”
I was more than excited to watch my brother play his first official game. “I think Mulligan has a show, but I’ll double check.”
