Page 74 of Bull's Boy

But this time, he wasn’t alone. He wouldn’t have to stand there and take their silent, judgy looks and not-so-silent criticisms. He’d pay his respects, congratulate Cathy, mingle for a little while, and then they would leave.

“You know,” Malcolm said, gesturing toward his face.

Bull smirked at him. “Oh, can I tell that you were just sucking my dick twenty minutes ago like you were a well-paid whore?”

Malcolm slapped at his arm, his face flushing red. That description made him more than a little proud though, considering just over a month ago, he’d been staring at Bull’s dick in the dark interior of his truck, not sure what the hell he was doing. And now, not only did he crave having his boyfriend in his mouth as often as possible, but he liked to think he was getting pretty darn good at sucking it.

And apparently, Bull agreed.

“Yes, that,” Malcolm said, laughing.

“Oh, definitely. Your lips are still swollen, and there’s still come on your cheek. At least they probably won’t be able to see the back of your throat where I bruised it.”

Malcolm swiped frantically at his cheeks. “Oh god, are you serious?”

Bull pulled him to a stop a few feet from the front door, turning Malcolm to face him and cupping his chin. It was one of his favorite things, when Bull held him in place like that, forcing him to meet his eyes and hear whatever truth he was about to speak or accept the kiss he was about to give. It was possessive and dominant and a surefire way to get his engine running, even as he worried that everyone at his brother’s party was going to know what he’d just been doing.

“No, not really,” Bull said, his voice gentle. He looked between Malcolm’s eyes, studying him for a long moment. “But even if it was true, I doubt most of these assholes know what a well-fucked mouth looks like.”

Malcolm swayed toward him, his knees a little weak.

“But I do,” Bull continued, using his thumb to pull down Malcolm’s lower lip a little. “Because my boyfriend loves sucking me off, especially when I use his mouth however I like.”

He had to grab onto Bull’s arms to hold himself steady. “You’re such a dick,” he said breathlessly, squeezing his eyes shut and sucking in a couple of quick breaths. “I was already on edge from before, and now I’m about to burst out of these fucking pants.”

Bull chuckled, and Malcolm’s eyes flew open in astonishment. “Yeah, but you’re not worrying anymore.”

Malcolm rolled his eyes and glanced down as he tried to adjust himself to make it less obvious he was more than a little aroused at the moment.

“Let’s get this shit over with,” Bull said and pulled him up the couple of steps to the cement stoop.

On the outside of his parents’ front door, there was a little sign taped just below the knocker.

The party’s out back. Please let yourself in and join us!

There were flowers all around the border of the card, making him wonder if his mom or Cathy had designed it. Taking one more deep, fortifying breath, he pushed open the door and headed inside. There was a formal dining room to his left and the living room to his right. The house was quiet, as expected, so he made his way down the hallway, Bull right behind him, holding his hand firmly.

As soon as they stepped into the kitchen, he could see the crowd of people in his parents’ backyard through the sliding glassdoor. He didn’t let himself pause or worry about what might happen, simply stepped over and jerked the door open.

There was music playing just over the sound of dozens of conversations. A couple of young kids darted past—his cousin Sarah’s—and they shrieked with delight as they waved long wands and made enormous bubbles. His cousin was not too far behind them, though she skidded to a stop when she noticed Malcolm and Bull.

“Hey! I didn’t know if you were going to make it,” she said warmly, coming right over and giving him a hug. He returned it, her orange, curly hair briefly suffocating him.

“I didn’t know you would be here at all,” he admitted as they separated.

She and her husband lived an hour and a half away, and as far as he knew, she and Evan had never been especially close. She was about halfway between them in age. Their moms were sisters, but even growing up, they hadn’t visited each other’s families that much. He always figured his aunt and mom hadn’t been close either.

Whenever he had seen them, his aunt and uncle had always been exceptionally kind to him, almost like they’d noticed the shitty way his parents treated him and had gone out of their way to be nice.

She leaned in and whispered, “We wouldn’t have, except Drew’s family does a big family camping trip every year, and the site we’re all staying at is nearby, so my mom guilted me into coming.”

Malcolm pressed his lips together to stifle his laughter. “Well, I’m glad you did.”

“I’m glad I did too. We’ll have to catch up later.” She gave his arm a squeeze.

He glanced back at Bull, who nodded encouragingly, and then said, “I don’t know how long we’re going to stay, but if you’d like, while you’re in the area, you and your family could come by our place for dinner someday.”

Our place. It rolled off his tongue so naturally.

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