Page 73 of Real Tree / Fake Boyfriend

“You shoved me out of the way,” Julien said. “You’re such a fucking idiot, Tyler. Why would you do that for me?” But his words held no heat. The truth was he still couldn’t wrap his head around Tyler pushing him out of the way of a bullet, Tyler’s family turning into some mob to chase Rossi off, or how much he worried about these people as if they werehisfamily.

“You’rean idiot, Julien.” Tyler draped his arms around Julien’s shoulders. “I wish you would have told me. Maybe we could have stopped all this from happening. I could have helped you.”

Julien didn’t know how Tyler could stand touching him, but he craved it, too. He pulled Tyler into his lap and rested his head on his shoulder. “If I had told you, you would have wanted me gone.”

Tyler laughed, a confusing sound. Julien’s brow furrowed as he saw the curve of Tyler’s lips and the squint at the corner of his eyes. “Yeah. Maybe at first,” he agreed. “But now?” He glanced away. “Julien, I know this was all supposed to be fake, but I have real feelings for you.”

The words didn’t come as any shock to Julien. He didn’t think he deserved Tyler’s feelings, but things had stopped being fake days ago. “Are you sure it isn’t trauma bonding?” Julien asked and chuckled a little, but he captured Tyler’s lips.

Tyler kissed him back but pulled away after a moment. “Do you think when we go back home, you’d maybe want to, kinda sorta, try being my real boyfriend or something?”

“I’ve never actually been anyone’s boyfriend,” Julien said.

“Neither have I. But I think you’ve done a pretty good job so far.” Tyler leaned in to kiss him again. Thistime, more heat was behind it. His tongue slipped into Julien’s mouth, causing Julien to moan in appreciation.

How could he say no? He didn’t want to say no. He wanted the chance for this to be real, for them to be together. Julien pulled his mouth away.

“Why wait til we get home?” he asked. “If you think I’m allowed to stay even after what happened.”

“You’re allowed,” Tyler told him, chasing his mouth to claim another kiss. His cold hands slipped under Julien’s shirt, making goosebumps all over his skin. “You have to. Because I would be too sad if you left me now.”

Julien pulled Tyler down next to him onto the bed and began his exploration. His hand slipped under Tyler’s sweater, his thumbs moving to his stiff nipples. He was rewarded with a breathy gasp that went straight to his groin.

“I don’t want you to be sad,” Julien said as he moved his mouth to Tyler’s neck to press open-mouthed kisses against his skin. He ran his hand down, sliding it into Tyler’s pantsso he could grip his half-hard dick.

Tyler pressed his hips upward at the touch, biting his lip. “Then just keep doing that,” he huffed out.

Julien stroked him slowly and enjoyed the feeling of him growing harder under the touch. After a moment, Jules pulled his hand away to undo the buttons of Tyler’s pants.

Tyler sat up, shimmied out of his pants and took off his sweater. His hands ran across Julien’s chest before his fingers stopped at the bandage visible under the short sleeve of his T-shirt. “Are you sure you’re up for this? I mean, you got shot.”

Julien growled and pulled Tyler’s naked form against him. He slid his hand down his side and gripped his ass without gentleness. “I’m good. It doesn’t even hurt,” he lied.

He had no intention of stopping if Tyler wanted to fuck. Julien’s cock already ached with need.

“Good,” Tyler said, grinding up against him.

Julien pressed and ran his finger between Tyler’s butt cheeks, groaning as he got the first feeling of his tight hole. “I want to fuck you bad, Baby.” He shifted to sit up.

In a swift movement, Julien spun Tyler around and laid him face down on the bed. Even Ty’s shoulder blades seemed to blush, and Julien leaned in and ran his tongue along his spine before sucking at the dimple at the small of his back.

“W-where did you put the lube?” Tyler stammered.

Julien murmured against Tyler’s skin, “In my luggage,” he said, recalling how he had hastily packed the entire bag. It seemed inconvenient now when he could have put them on the side table where he wouldn’t have to move too far away from this beautiful boy squirming under him.

Tyler groaned when Julien pulled away but rolled over onto his back, watching him as he dug into his hastily packed bag and pulled out the condoms and lube.

Julien tossed them on the bed, kicked his boots off, and took off his shirt with a hiss. “Fuck,” he said, checking to make sure the bandage hadn’t pulled off at the action.

“Be careful.” Tyler got to his knees to inspect the dressing on his wound. “You shouldn’t move it so much.” He pressed a kiss to Julien’s collarbone and worked on undoing the buttons on his jeans quickly.

Julien shook his head and pulled his jeans off, followed by his boxers. “Don’t think about it. I’m not,” he assured Tyler.

He pressed his stiff cock against Tyler’s and rut against him. Julien claimed Ty’s mouth in a bruising kiss. There were so many things he wanted to do to make him moan and shudder. Jules wanted to go fast and hard until they were both grunting and crying out each other’s names. He wanted to make Tyler beg to be fucked and squirm with need. Jules also wanted to slowly make love to him until they both fell asleep intertwined with each other.

However, Tyler always seemed to know what he wanted and what should be done. Why should that be any different now?

“I should ride you. So, you don’t put too much pressure on your arm,” Tyler said, so matter of factly, it shouldn’t have been sexy. But the tone, mixed with the suggestion, had Julien panting against his lips.

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