Page 55 of Home Ice

“I’m up for whatever will get you off.”

He shouldn’t be telling me that. Not when there are so many things I could do with him right now, and especially not after he told me he bottoms, and all I can picture is bending him over the hood of his car.

I want him so fucking much, and yes, I know that’s my dick talking, but I still can’t believe this is actually happening.

All these years later, and Tai Barrett is about to suck my cock.

It’s the stuff dreams are made of.

“Tap my thigh if you need me to back off.”

He grins, moving his hands to settle on my hips. “Got it.”

I push back inside, leaning forward to rest my forearm on the hood of the car, but with this angle, my stupid shirt cuts off the view. I need to see him take me. I’ve always been a visual guy, and the sight of Barrett losing control was enough of a reward, but watching him blow me? There’s no way I’m missing that.

I grab the bottom of my shirt and tuck it under my chin, revealing the sight of Barrett going hard. He’s greedily swallowing me deep before pulling back again, over and over, spit shining on my skin in the moonlight. His lips going red and puffy is going to keep my memories company forever, and when I can’t take it anymore, my free hand plunges into his hair.

I’m not gentle. My hand curls into a fist, black hair twisted between my fingers, and I use the leverage to work up my pace.

I can still taste his cum in my mouth, and with the experience so fresh in my mind, I’m already fucked.

Movement by the bar catches my attention, and I watch as a couple leaves the building, too consumed to stop. There’s a terrifying moment where I’m sure they’ve spotted me, but a second later, they look away. I can’t stop fucking his mouth the entire time they cross the parking lot, climb into their car, and leave, the headlights flashing briefly and blindingly over me before passing on.

Then we’re alone again, only the wet sounds of his mouth left to distract me. The easier he takes me, the faster I get, chasing the high that’s within reach. My cock sliding over his tongue has me so worked up I couldn’t tell someone my name if they asked. The beer has my limbs happy and floaty; it took away the inhibitions enough to allow me to kiss him, but I’m not drunk, and there’s no chance I won’t remember every second of this exchange.

“Fuck Trevor,” I grit out. “He never fucking deserved this mouth.”

The way Barrett’s watery eyes crease almost seems like they’re laughing at me. And maybe they are, I don’t care. I mean every word.

Honestly, I’m not so sure that I deserve it, but I’m taking it anyway. Removing that one final boundary that we ever had between us.

“This is so hot,” I gasp out. “You’re sucking my cock, Tai. I never … I would have never …”

He grunts and takes me deeper.

I get it. Shut up. No thinking. Just let him get me off.

And holy fuck is he getting me off.

He’s got my balls aching with the need to come, and he’s taking my cock in a way that showcases his years of experience, but I have this weird gut feeling that even if we’d been each other’s sloppy firsts, I still wouldn’t have had a complaint.

My balls hit his scratchy chin as I thrust, almost uncontrollably, into the wet heat of his mouth.

I’m so close, toeing that edge of release, when his eyes flutter open. His gaze strays to my exposed abs, and then his hands follow it. Barrett’s fingers spread wide over my stomach, thumb following one of the grooves, and the sensation spears down to my dick.

The pressure increases, simmering under the surface, I’m so close I can taste it.

Even with my grip in his hair, Barrett moves faster. Hungrier. And seeing him so greedy for it makes that satisfaction from earlier grow to almost overpowering levels. He gags around me, but it doesn’t slow him down, and my hips are taking on a mind of their own.

He feels so good.

Him, specifically.

This is so long overdue, and I can only hope that crossing these lines will bring back that easy comfort we used to have around each other. Will make me remember my favorite person and make him remember his.

Summer is short, and I’m scared that I’ll leave and he’ll go back to his silence, so I’m determined to imprint myself on his brain so deeply that he’ll never forget me again.

The ache behind my balls grows.