Page 45 of See My Words

Scott thought about his own reaction to Chris and gave an internal wince, making a vow right then and there to do better. He stroked his fingertips along Rylan’s jaw, feeling the rasp of his evening stubble. Rylan gazed up at him, his blue eyes reflecting the glow from the setting sun, his lips parting as Scott lowered his head…

“You guys want a drink or what?” came a shout from below. “It’s been awfully quiet up there, so unless Scotty is totally off his game, I can’t imagine you’re having the wild monkey sex.”

Rylan flushed red, and Scott chuckled, brushing his thumb over his cheekbone. “You’re such a delicious contrast of shyness and assertiveness. It gets me so hot.”

He couldn’t resist leaning down for a small taste of Rylan’s mouth, even the brief contact sending heat and arousal rushing through him, before he reluctantly pulled away.

They made their way downstairs, breaking into laughter when they saw Minh, shirtless in jeans and wearing a frilly white apron, standing in front of the oven. He danced over for a kiss from Rylan, shooting Scott an impish look.

“Made a pitcher of margaritas, and I’m roasting some veggies. Hot daddy stocked the place up for us.”

Rylan raised an eyebrow. “Hot daddy?”

“My friend Justin, the owner of the cabin,” Scott explained. “He always gets his housekeeper to lay in a few basic supplies for me when I come for the weekend.”

“Well, we had a big lunch, so I’m making something light for us to munch on to absorb the alcohol.” Minh handed Scott and Rylan each a margarita glass before checking on his pan full of veggies drizzled in olive oil and sprinkled with Parmesan cheese.

They ate and talked and laughed, the liquid in the pitcher getting lower and lower. After a while, Scott found himself in the living room, sprawled out on the large leather sectional, the lights turned down, some music with a sexy reggaeton beat reverberating around them as Minh tried to teach Rylan how to do a body roll.

“You wanna bring all the boys to your yard, sweetie pie, you do this,” Minh purred, his body lithe and sinuous, his abs flexing as he put his arms up over his head, shoulders and hips moving in a smooth, continuous wave.

Rylan was no slouch on the dance floor, but his roll was more jerky, and Minh impatiently stripped Rylan’s T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “Lemme see you workin’ that core,” Minh growled, moving behind Rylan and splaying his hands over his belly as he pressed in close. “Like this.”

Their bodies were soon flowing in perfect tandem, the sight making liquid heat pool in Scott’s groin. He devoured Rylan with his eyes, loving the contrast of Minh’s velvety brown skin with Rylan’s fair, the way Rylan’s head was thrown back against Minh’s shoulder as he concentrated.

As the two of them grew comfortable moving together, the dance became even more sensual, the eroticism creating a sexual tension that almost shimmered in the air. Minh smoothed his hands up Rylan’s bare chest, which was starting to glisten with the sweat of his exertions.

“That’s it,” Minh crooned, drifting his fingertips back down to ride Rylan’s hips as he undulated to the rhythmic thump of the bass. “So fucking sexy.”

Scott floated on a haze of arousal, and he pressed the heel of his hand between his legs, trying to soothe his erection. Rylan reached behind him and wrapped his arms around Minh’s neck, arching his back as Minh dipped his fingers teasingly under the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

The room was so dimly lit their bodies were in silhouette as Minh turned Rylan around and pressed him against a nearby wall. Scott watched as he threaded his fingers through Rylan’s hair and pulled his head back, mouthing along his throat, his tongue flashing as he licked the sweat from the hollow.

Rylan’s low moan had Scott’s balls drawing up tight, and he unzipped his pants, trying to ease the ache. Minh placed little sucking kisses down Rylan’s heaving chest and abdomen until he was kneeling in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans with nimble fingers.

Scott struggled up from the depths of the couch and made his way over to them, his fully erect cock jutting from his open fly. He put his hand on Minh’s head, and Minh turned to look up at him, his black eyes glazed with desire. Scott pulled him to his feet and into his arms for a passionate kiss, murmuring against his lips, “Careful, okay?”

Minh ran his hands up Scott’s back, fisting his shirt and pulling him close. “I know he’s your baby, Scotty.” His voice was tender in his ear. “Y’all just so beautiful, and I wanna help you make him feel good, that’s all. Trust me?”

Rylan was watching them avidly, his eyes bright with lust, so Scott answered Minh by cupping the back of his head and kissing him roughly, lots of open mouth and tongue, reveling in the familiarity of Minh’s response, the sense of warmth and comfort he always felt with him.

Breaking the kiss, Minh sank back down to his knees, nuzzling against Rylan’s abs as he continued undoing his pants, mouthing each patch of hair-roughened skin as it was revealed.

“Oh my,” he breathed, sitting back on his heels as Rylan’s dick sprang free. Minh pumped the shaft a few times, bringing a few drops of pearly liquid welling into the slit. He licked his lips.

“Does he taste as good as he looks?” He glanced up at Scott and then Rylan, as if seeking final approval. Rylan caressed Minh’s hair with a shaking hand, a pleading little whimper echoing low in his throat.

Scott gave a hoarse chuckle and leaned his shoulder against the wall next to Rylan. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Minh gave them both a sensual, wicked smile before leaning in to take Rylan to the back of his throat.

“Oh, God,” Rylan moaned, writhing as Minh held him deep, swallowing around him. At last, he pulled back, a shimmering string of saliva and precome stretching from the head of Rylan’s cock to Minh’s full lower lip. Scott growled, gathering it up on his fingers and using it to jack Rylan with long, slow strokes.

“So fucking hot,” Minh rasped, leaning close to lick the swollen tip each time it emerged from Scott’s encircling fingers, until Rylan was moving his hips restlessly, needing more. He pushed Scott’s hand away from him and grabbed Minh’s hair.

“You ready for me to fuck that sweet mouth?” Rylan forced out between gritted teeth. “’Cause I want you to take it all.”

Minh swallowed him to the root easily, humming in pleasure. Scott watched, flattening his palm on Rylan’s abs, feeling them flex with each hard thrust.