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“Alright, let’s go home.”

It’s in the shower that night when I finally decide to do it. I grow some fucking balls and get on my knees in front of him.

Beau’s mid-wash, his hands freezing on his chest, soap dripping down his stomach.

“Um, Max, what are you doing? Did you drop something?”

I shake my head, swallowing roughly, his half-hard cock right in front of my face. The longer I kneel before him, looking up at him, the harder he gets. His uncut length juts out, the tip of him peeking out from the foreskin.

Reaching up, I wrap my hand around it, feeling it twitch in my hand,

“Max,” he says, one hand bracing himself against the shower wall behind me, the other trembling slightly at his side. “You don’t need to do this.”

“I do. I’ve been overthinking it,” I say, and Beau swallows, his hand settling in my hair.

And without another thought, I suck the tip of him into my mouth. I remember liking his taste, and once again, I realize that nothing Beau is ever bad. My tongue slides over his slit and around his foreskin before I take him deeper. Inch by inch, until I can’t force any more into me. My throat works around him, and I swallow, a gag pulled from me as I withdraw.

“Oh my god,” he breathes, his cheeks red, his chin on his chest. “If you do that again, I really will come, Max. I won’t be able to stop.”

I meet his eyes. “So, it’s good?”

“You could sneeze on my dick, Max, and I’d come.”

I let out a soft laugh and then flick my tongue out, licking him.

He groans as I engulf him once more, taking it slow, clenching the base of his cock with my fingers to stave off an orgasm.

He’s trembling, his moans growing louder the more of him I take in my mouth. Hollowing out my cheeks, I start to bob my head, my movements choppy and sloppy, but the way he’s blabbering above me, his words incoherent, makes me feel like I’m not doing so bad after all.

Perhaps I didn’t need all that research after all. I was definitely overthinking it.

“Oh god—Max—fuck me—oh fuck—yes—like that—” his words trail off as I gag on him once more, and then he gasps, a curse ripped from his lips as he comes on a shout. His cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow. It’s either that or choke on it. And honestly, it’s not bad. Not as bad as I thought it would be. I could definitely do that again.

“What the hell, Max?” Beau grumbles, his body slumped against the wall, his body still trembling as I continue to suck him. “Jesus, that was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”

Now, that’s a lie, I’m sure, but I like that he seems to believe it in this moment.

His cock falls from my mouth, and I lean back on my heels, my own dick hard and jutting from between my hips.

“Just give me a minute and I’ll rock your world,” Beau says, his forehead pressed against the cool tiles. “I just need a minute to be resurrected. My soul left my body for a second.”

My hands run up his legs and clutch his hips. “You don’t need to tease me. I know it could have been better…”

He flicks my ear, and I peer up at him. “Enough of that, Max. That was honestly the best I’ve ever had. Everything with you is the best.”

I feel my cheeks flush and I press a kiss to his stomach before standing and capturing his lips with mine. His hand slides between us and grasps my hard length, stroking it and making me moan into his mouth.

What have I done to be so lucky? What did I do in my past life that gave me him?

I don’t know, but fuck, I’m fortunate.

Chapter Fifteen

Beau

Despite what he may think, I wasn’t lying when I said Max is the best I’ve ever had. And he’s only getting better at it. Over the next few days, he attacks my cock like he’s learning a new language. Speaking in tongues, if you will.

And fuck, the things he does with that damn thing, make my eyes cross.

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