Page 77 of Full Service

By the time I get back home, he’s on the couch, his hand down his pants, his eyes on the door. Almost like he was waiting for me to come home.

Oh, who am I kidding? He was so waiting for me to come home.

“Hey,” he says, his voice lower than normal. “You’re late.”

“I was meeting with a friend.”

His hand stops moving, and he sits up slightly. “A platonic friend?”

“Yes,” I say as I strip my coat off and move toward him. He relaxes and spreads his legs out.

I take a seat right next to him, our thighs pressed together as I work my pants open. My dick is already hard and ready. Everly holds the lube out for me, and I let him squirt some in my palm. It’s a really nice brand, the kind that glides down dicks really smoothly.

I can feel his gaze on me, and I work my hand faster, basking in the feel of his admiration. He likes what he sees. I know he does. He always thanks me afterward.

I feel like a motherfucking king.

My eyes fall to his cock, and I watch as it leaks, precum beading on the tip before he swipes it away with his thumb. I want to engulf it with my mouth, but I don’t. Of course not. This is professional.

The utmost.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts as he arches his hips up. I can imagine so many things in this moment. I can imagine that I’m fucking into him and he’s driven wild by the slide of my dick in his hole. Or that he’s pushing that cock into me and losing all control from being strangled by my tight, willing ass.

Somehow I end up moving. I’m suddenly on top of him, pushing him back and straddling his legs.

His eyes darken, his lips parting in a groan.

“Fuck yes.”

Our dicks touch as we stroke them, working ourselves to release.

“I thought you wanted to keep it professional?” he says, and I nod, trying like to hell to be reasonable.

“I will. I will. This is so professional,” I pant, and he nods.

“It is. I think kissing is professional too,” he whimpers, and I agree. I missed him all goddamn day. I’ve been waiting for this. What’s a little kiss? What does it matter what we do at home?

It doesn’t, a little voice whispers in the back of my mind, and I let go, pushing my mouth to his. He groans as my tongue sweeps into him, tangling with his tongue, tasting him.

“I’m coming,” he sighs, pulling away from me slightly and then lets out a sweet groan, “Silas.”

It’s my name on his lips that has my hand working faster and as soon as he explodes, I topple over the edge as well, ruining my shirt in the process. I really need to remove it before sitting down. Perhaps, we should just sit naked from now on. Less laundry, and really, it’s saving the environment.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum,” Everly says, looking at my limp dick resting against his.

“Yeah. Was saving it up all damn day,” I say, causing him to snort.

“Yeah. Me too.”

He winks at me, and my cheeks flush. He leans forward and kisses me softly, making me whimper against his lips.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he says gently, and I nod.

“You do too.”

We stare at each other, deeply. Our eyes never leaving the other’s, but then I hear the neighbor’s car start loudly, and it breaks us out of our stupor.

“So, um,” Everly says clearing his throat. “What’s the plan? Did you already have dinner?” he asks.

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