Page 55 of Real Tree / Fake Boyfriend

Tyler kissed back just as eagerly. There wasn’t any chance to be interrupted now, and he opened his mouth, letting Julien’s tongue in to taste him.

“Is this okay?” Julien pulled away and kissed his jaw between words.

Tyler tried to catch his breath. “Yeah. Yup, I would say it’s okay. Would you?” he asked. He felt his thoughts were buried under a mountain of thick snow. It was surprising he could even form words.

“What do you think?” Julien murmured against his skin. “You drive me crazy.”

Tyler huffed and squirmed against the door. His hands slipped under Julien’s shirt. “Me? You’re the one who kissed me likethatin the kitchen.”

Julien shook his head. He moved his mouth to Tyler’s neck, and Tyler warred between telling him to be careful of leaving a hickey and moaning. Wouldn’t it be something to be marked by Julien’s mouth?

“Not what I meant,” Julien growled.

Tyler ended up moaning. Quickly, he bit his bottom lip so he wouldn’t be too loud. He couldn’t think of anything worse than his family hearing him. That thought was quickly erased when Julien’s lips found him again.

Tyler kissed him back, hungry, wanting, and desperate for more. Tyler trailed fingers over Julien’s abs, across the muscles and ribs. Tyler tried to memorize the feel of Julien’s skin with his fingertips.

Julien pressed his hips against Tyler, and Tyler gave a groan of satisfaction as he met with the shape of Julien’s hard cock covered by his jeans. At least he wasn’t the only one reacting so viscerally to the kisses and gentle touches. But he wanted even more.

“Bed?” he suggested when he removed his mouth from Julien’s for a moment before the mouth was on him once again in a searing kiss.

Julien didn’t answer. But he stepped backward from the door, holding Tyler’s waist, so he had no choice but to follow until Julien’s knees hit the bed. He pulled Tyler on top of him, not breaking the kiss.

Tyler’s heart thudded in his chest. He felt like he was on fire as each touch and kiss sent every nerve in his body alight. He had many questions that ran through his mind to ask or say.Does Julien like me?Seems like it. Was this just because they were both pent up after days of touching and sleeping in the same bed?Maybe.

Fuck does Julien even understand how much he makes me feel alive with those fucking rugged hands all over me? God, I want more.

Tyler ground his hips down against Julien, whose strong hands moved from his waist to his ass and squeezed.

“Can we take this off?” Tyler wished he didn’t sound so eager as he pulled away from the kiss and tugged on Julien’s T-shirt.

Julien sat up, chasing Tyler’s lips before he pulled his shirt off. “Yours too,” Juliencommanded.

Tyler flushed a little self-consciously and hesitated. He didn’t think he had a troll body or anything, but Julien was fucking hot, and he had no idea how Julien would likehim. He was no bodybuilder.

But Julien’s calloused hands were on his shirt, pulling it away before he leaned over and kissed Tyler’s collarbone, running those hands over the sensitive skin of his torso. He was slender, whereas Julien was bulky with rippling muscles. Tyler’s mouth definitely watered now.

Tyler shivered as Julien’s hands explored his chest. His hands reached out to trail the tattoos over Julien’s shoulders and the pocket watch over his heart. Then he ran his thumbs over Julien’s nipples.

Before Tyler realized what was happening, Julien flipped their positions, rolled Tyler onto the bed, and settled above him. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

Tyler felt warmth spread from his chest to his toes.

Julien’s teeth ran over the skin of his neck, and Tyler couldn’t help but cry out again, this time far too loud. It was too late to stop it, especially when Julien peppered kisses from his jaw to his navel, stopping only to lick long, hot trails across his skin or to suck on his sensitive flesh.

“God, fuck,” Tyler managed, but he didn’t know what he meant to say since his brain had gone on vacation, and the rest of him was too busy feeling each burning touch.

It had been such a long time, but Tyler knew he had never felt this primal need when hooking up with someone. They hadn’t even gotten beyond kissing and touching. Ty was already worried he would embarrass himself, especially when Julien mouthed his hard cock over the fabric of his pants.

“If you’re trying to kill me, this is a perfect start,” Tyler babbled. He arched his back as he felt Julien’s fingers slip under the waistband of his pajamas. His pants were soon shoved down to his thighs.

“Don’t die. I haven’t even fucked you yet,” Julien growled as he pulled away Tyler’s boxer briefs as well.

Tyler managed to sit up and pull his shirt off entirely. He felt raw and exposed with just his polar bear socks on. He shivered, though he felt as if he was burning from the inside.

Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched Julien kiss the soft inside of his thigh. “Aren’t you going to get naked?” His voice trembled.

Julien laughed. “I had planned to suck your cock.” He ran his tongue over Tyler’s shaft, causing him to flop back to the bed, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood until Julien pulled away. “But I can get naked if you want.”

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