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I know that he needs this release, and it’s probably a product of being horny and stressed, but I don’t care.

I’ll give him what he needs. I’ll be here for him. When it comes to Hawke, it’s not even an active choice, because he’s barely stepped foot back in town, and I’m already falling back into that place where nothing else exists outside of us.

I don’t even try to save myself.

Not when it feels this fucking amazing.

His lips pass over me, and with every bob of his head, I sink further into bliss. I let Hawke consume me. His fingers brushing that sensitive spot behind my balls, his tongue stroking the underside of my cock, the feral little grunts he keeps letting out that tell me how much he’s enjoying this as well.

God, I want to move so badly, but there’s something intoxicating about staying still in the way he wants me to. In letting him do all the work to make me come.

I can’t make up my mind whether I want to watch, and my gaze keeps darting between his shadowy form, the trees across from us, and the backs of my eyelids.

I’m so damn close. He’s pulling my orgasm from me like he’s trying to tempt a wild animal into submission. His lips are demonic. He’s not giving me a moment’s rest.

I’m pretty sure I’ve soaked my shirt through with sweat, even as the night air bites at my flushed skin, and my fingers find Hawke’s hair again. I tighten my grip and loosen it, trying to stay anchored, feeling like I might float away instead.

The gut-deep tension is spreading outward, and my balls tighten in his hand. Every time Hawke buries his nose into my pubes, his scruff scrapes my thighs in the way I love, and I’m so fucking overstimulated, I quit fighting it.

Hawke working me over seeps so deeply through my cock that I can feel it down to my bones. My high is building, simmering right beneath the surface, flooding my body with tension.

I cover my face with both hands, wanting to claw at my skin, desperate to take control and loving the way I can’t. My balls are throbbing, and I can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck …” It’s half moan, half beg, but I finally get what I need. My balls release, tension shuddering from my limbs as I spill into Hawke’s mouth and feel the way it works around me as he swallows me down. Each pulse of my orgasm feels like it goes on forever until the happy fuzz takes over my brain, and I sag against the car.

I can barely catch my breath, barely believe that just happened, but I’m smiling toward the stars and wanting to drift in this moment for a while longer.

Hawke stands, body pressed possessively against mine as he works open his fly.

“And now it’s my turn.”

Chapter Seventeen

JENSEN

Satisfaction settles darkly in my gut as I take in Barrett’s flushed face and bright eyes. That was probably the best blow job I’ve ever given, especially considering I didn’t have much to work with out here, and seeing Barrett all blissed-out has hunger rattling the bars keeping us apart.

“You want to suck my cock?” I check, because even though I need this, now that he’s come, he might have changed his mind.

I really, really need him not to have changed his mind.

Barrett’s teasing smile comes before his answer. “It’s more of a need at this point.”

Fuck. I never, ever thought, in all my pubescent fantasies, that being with him would be like this. Somehow, it makes the years apart hurt more acutely than ever.

Before I can go down that path, I leave a filthy kiss on his lips, then push him to his knees.

My dick is already out and waiting, the inside of my underwear sticky with precum. Blowing him had me so fucking hard I’m surprised I didn’t come in my pants, and now, with his breath ghosting over the head of my cock, I’m convinced he’s been put on this Earth to torture me.

“Well.” He looks up from his position sandwiched between me and the car. “What’s next?”

His tongue sneaks out to wet his bottom lip as I drag my gaze over him. His fly is still undone, soft dick hanging limp and satisfied from the gap, cheeks still so red I can make it out in the shitty lighting, and his dark lashes look even darker with the shadows across his face.

I grip his jaw, almost high off the power of having Barrett on his knees. “Open.”

He does as I say, and I take half a step forward, until my dick is level with his mouth, and slowly slide my cock inside. Fuck, it’s a sight. Feeding my best friend every inch until I meet resistance and his eyes water. I pull back out before he can gag on it.

“I want to fuck your face,” I tell him, thumb stroking his cheek. “Are you up for that?”