Page 28 of See My Words

Rylan sighed. “If you’re a morning sex person, this relationship will never work.” Despite his words, he kicked the sheet off, lifting his top leg to drape it over Scott’s hip and reaching back with one hand to encourage Scott’s movement.

Scott growled under his breath, snugging his cock into the crease between Rylan’s groin and thigh, beginning a slow, measured thrust against him.

Rylan gasped when the head of Scott’s dick nudged his balls. He rolled halfway to his back and wrapped his arm around Scott’s neck, parting his lips to beg for a kiss. Scott obliged, nipping at his mouth, teasing him with his tongue, enjoying Rylan’s breathy moans.

He spread his palm over Rylan’s belly, pulling him closer, before sliding his hand down to take Rylan’s dick in hand. “So hard for me. So fucking sexy.”

He jacked Rylan with long, slow strokes while he rubbed his own cock against him, the precome running down Rylan’s shaft easing the way for both of them.

“Scott,” Rylan cried out, his voice low and hoarse, the hard column of flesh throbbing in Scott’s hand. “Oh, Scott.”

Rylan arched his back, his nipple so close to Scott’s mouth, so inviting, that Scott just had to suck on it, taking it between his teeth to lash it with his tongue.

“God,” Rylan moaned, and then he was coming, his spunk jetting out onto the sheets and all over Scott’s fingers.

With a hiss, Scott slicked himself up with Rylan’s come, rutting between Rylan’s cheeks and thighs until he exploded with a deep groan.

They rubbed their parted lips together as their breathing calmed, and Rylan pulled away with a gentle kiss to the corner of Scott’s mouth. “Okay, you win. Always wake me up that way.”

He got up and stretched before heading toward the bathroom. Scott wallowed on the bed, admiring the lean muscles of his back, the long legs and tight, round buttocks. Rylan left the door open as he noisily used the toilet, humming under his breath while he shaved and brushed his teeth.

“Hey, we’re almost out of shampoo,” Rylan called out to him. “I’m running to the store later, so be thinking if there’s anything else we need, okay?” The shower came on, and Rylan yelped as he stepped into it a little too soon, probably getting a face full of cold water.

The whole thing was so domestic, so couple-like, that Scott had to smile, contentment making him feel warm inside.

Always wake me up that way.

Always.

Scott could see it. Could see mornings like this with Rylan, one after the other. And days and nights. And months and years…

The sudden intense longing for it took him by surprise. He jackknifed up and wrapped his arms around his knees, hugging them. Did he really dare to dream of a future with Rylan?

But how long until he gets tired of you, though? Scott could almost hear Heather’s sneering voice in the room. Boring, uneducated you. What do you have to fuckin’ offer him, huh? He deserves excitement and adventure, a man like Chris, not a loser who shakes his ass on a stage.

Rylan padded by, naked, damp, and flushed, and he winked at Scott as he headed to his own room to get dressed, unaware of the insecurity roiling in Scott’s gut and threatening to overwhelm him.

I’m a big boy. Stop telling me what I do and don’t deserve. Rylan’s reasonable voice overtook Heather’s in his head, and Scott blew out a shaky breath, scrubbing his hands over his face as he moved to sit on the side of the bed.

He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t notice Rylan come back in until he was standing right in front of him, now wearing a loose pair of cargo shorts and a gray T-shirt.

“Still hurting?” His voice and eyes were full of concern, and Scott gave him a reassuring smile.

“No.”

“Good.” Rylan bent down to kiss the top of his head, and Scott couldn’t help it, he wrapped his arms around Rylan’s waist and buried his face against his stomach. Rylan was here simply because he wanted to be. He’d said so, hadn’t he?

Stop overthinking things, Scott scolded himself. It is what it is, remember? Trust him, and take it one day at a time.

“Sure you’re okay?” Rylan threaded his fingers through Scott’s hair, rubbing his temples gently with his thumbs. “Go back to bed if you want.”

“I’m fine,” Scott mumbled, his voice muffled against Rylan’s shirt. “Just not—ready to let you go yet.”

He tensed, wondering what Rylan would say to that, feeling a little foolish and exposed. But all Rylan did was give a warm chuckle and run his hand over the back of Scott’s neck down to his shoulders, where he kneaded them gently.

“Oh, believe me, I could stay in your arms all day,” he whispered, and Scott sighed, relaxing into him. They swayed there for long minutes, not speaking, until Scott heard Rylan’s stomach growl beneath his ear. He pulled back and looked up at him.

“Make you some breakfast?”