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Julien groaned, and his head fell back before he placed his cock in Tyler’s mouth. Both hands were now on the back of his head, and Julien didn’t hold back. He let loose and bucked against Tyler’s face, his balls slapping against his chin.

Tyler opened himself, letting his throat relax and take every inch of Julien as he kept his eyes focused on the man. Sweat beaded on Julien’s chest and upper lip. He kept biting his lip to keep himself quiet as his breaths grew more and more ragged.

The sight was gorgeous. Tyler wished he could sculpt it. Or take a picture of it. Anything, just so he could remember this moment for the rest of his life in perfect detail.

When his motions became erratic, Julien pulled out and stroked himself a few times before he painted Tyler’s face with thick ropes of hot white cum.

Tyler didn’t know what to focus on. His gaze flickered between Julien’s length, purple and lovely as it twitched and throbbed, and his face, which screwed up with pleasure.

“God, Tyler,” Julien groaned as his cock released one last spurt of cum onto Tyler’s lips.

Tyler’s tongue flicked out to taste Julien on him. He felt drunk or high, even though the most potent thing he drank that night was hot chocolate.

He ran his finger over his cheek and sucked it into his mouth to savor the bitter, salty taste of Julien.

Julien slumped onto the bed, pulling Tyler next to him. He ran his tongue over Tyler’s cum-stained cheek and then nuzzled against his neck. “So, you like your face fucked?” Julien asked. He reached down and grabbed his T-shirt for Tyler to use to wipe the rest of his face off.

“I like to get my face fucked,” Tyler said carefully. He wiped the drool, tears, and semen from his face and settled back against the pillow. “I especially liked you doing it. Did you enjoy fucking my face?”

Julien kissed him, the taste of both of them mingled on their tongues. “I loved fucking your face and sucking your cock.” He kissed him again, slow, languid, but still wanting. “I can’t wait to hear what else you want me to do to you.”

Tyler didn’t think he had time to list all of that off.

Chapter 22

Julien

Tyler continued to trace the outline of the pocket watch tattoo over Julien’s heart as he lay in bed, sated and tired. He didn’t know what he expected from Tyler once he got him into bed. The man did everything so carefully that Julien was taken aback by how he let go in the bedroom.

It made his head swim with ideas of just how dirty and raw he could fuck Tyler. He imagined eating him out until he was soft and pliant, and Julien would make him wait to be fucked. Then Julien would fuck him so hard with Tyler’s face pressed into the mattress.

That could wait, though. At least there would be time to do it again, Jules hoped. For now, he would enjoy feeling good, relaxed, and closer to Tyler than ever.

In fact, he felt closer to Tyler than he hadeverfelt with someone before, even his friends. It was like Tyler had carved out a place in Jules’s chest and made a home there.

“I never asked you,” Tyler said softly. His head rested on Julien’s pec, but he tilted his chin up to look at him. “I mean, you told me about your mom. But what happened?”

Julien’s lips pressed together at the question. It was hard to talk about. After the night they had, it almost seemed it would spoil it to speak of something sad. But Tyler’s blue eyes gazed up at him with such earnestness and tenderness that Julien spoke before he thought about it. “She was sick. She was diagnosed with the big, bad C when I was sixteen. Then it caught up with her, I guess. She died when I was eighteen, and that was that.”

It never had been that simple, but Julien could never bring himself to talk about how awful it had been to watch her health decline. To watch her die before his eyes. He had just been a kid then, and when he thought about it, he still felt like that kid, with no one to turn to and no idea what he could do to fix things.

Tyler didn’t push for more details but moved closer and gently kissed Julien’s jaw. “What about the rest of your family? What are they like?”

“I don’t have anyone else,” he told Tyler. He couldn’t bring himself to look down because there would be pity on Tyler’s face. “It’s alright, though. I don’t need anyone. I can take care of myself.”

Since his mother died, he had to grow up, and now he had a job and an apartment, and he was fine. After he gave the money to Rossi, life would only get better for him. He could handle being lonely.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” Tyler told him. “I know we got off to a weird start, but I like having you here.”

Julien gave a tight smile. “Yeah. Are you going to tell your family we’re not really dating?” he asked. He’d been mulling over the question for days. Things with Tyler had gotten physical, but that did not make a relationship. Even if the past few days felt real and natural, and he didn’t think he could be the only one feeling that way.

Tyler pulled his hand away, sat up, and sighed. “You didn’t sleep with me because of the money, did you?” he asked.

Julien looked over at him, surprised. “What?No,” he said. He had absolutely not stooped that low.

He wanted Tyler. Even if Tyler didn’t want someone like him to fit into his ideal life. The mention of their deal and the money left a sour taste in his mouth.

Tyler exhaled. “Phew. Good. I just worried you felt pressured, and I didn’t want this to be a thing. I had to ask.”

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