Page 48 of Once in a Lifetime, Part 2

It wasn’t just the sensation. It was the fact that Ody was doing the one thing Mano had sworn he’d never let him do. Or… almost that.

Ody pushed his finger in a little deeper. Mano let out a sound he’d never made before and covered his mouth with his free forearm in embarrassment.

Ody pulled back and looked up at him, a hint of amusement in his expression. “Did it feel that good?”

Mano kept his eyes shut, turning his head away. “Shut up!”

“Alright, alright… I won’t say another word,” he said, and lowered his mouth over him.

Mano gave in again, his body relaxing despite himself. Ody kept the rhythm, and when he hit the right spot, Mano’s whole body jolted. He pumped his finger in and out, and the sound that left Mano was louder this time.

“Hah… hah… fuck, it feels so good…” he blurted out, overwhelmed by it, and Ody’s eyes lifted to him.

He didn’t stop, keeping his rhythm steady, his mouth and hand working together as Mano’s moans only made him harder.

“Ah… fuck, Ody… Fuck, I’m gonna—” He cried out as Ody pulled away, his cum hitting his face.

A smile tugged at Ody’s lips as he wiped his cheek with the back of his hand.

Mano struggled to catch his breath, forcing his eyes open. “You’re… so done, mikre…”

Ody chuckled as he headed for the bathroom.

When he came back, he cleaned Mano up, then opened the drawer. He found the key and unlocked his wrist. He pulled him into his arms, letting Mano rest his head against his chest.

Mano curled in, drawing his legs close, mortified by what he’d let Ody do. Worse, by how much he’d liked it.

“So… how do you—”

“Don’t you dare!” Mano snapped. “If you say even one word, I’m never speaking to you again.”

Ody chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You did so well,” he said, his voice soft, and Mano buried his face deeper into his chest.

Ody’s arms tightened around him. “You’re leaving in a few days.”

Mano stayed quiet, his thoughts drifting to his brother.

“Don’t be gone too long, okay?” Ody added, running his fingers through his black hair. “If you take too long, I’ll book the first flight and come drag you back myself,” he said, and Mano let out a soft laugh against his chest.

A smile tugged at Ody’s lips as he gently turned Mano’s face toward him. “I’ll miss you…” he said, brushing his thumb across his cheek.

Mano found himself caught in those green eyes.

Ody leaned in and kissed him, soft and unhurried.

A few days later, Mano stepped through the gate, the noise of the airport fading behind him as he boarded the plane.

Four hours later, Heathrow greeted him with cold air and a familiar noise. He made his way through the terminal, dragging his suitcase behind him as the crowd pushed past him. Outside, a line of cars waited.

Then he saw him, leaning against a black SUV, dressed like he’d stepped out of a magazine. Same black hair. Same sharp features. But where Mano looked rougher, Nick looked put together. Like he always had everything under control. A crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled just enough. A fitted black vest, a tie pulled neat at the collar.

His watch caught the light as he lifted his coffee, his brown eyes locking onto Mano. “Welcome,” he said in Greek, pushing himself off the car and stepping toward him.

The driver moved immediately, taking Mano’s suitcase and loading it into the trunk without a word.

His brother pulled him into a hug, but Mano stayed still, a sharp breath slipping out of him. “How was your flight?”

“Fine. Can we go?” he said, not even looking at him.