Page 157 of Icing on the Cake

“Oh, oh! I’m gonna come,” he warns.

I seal my lips around his hole and suck hard, flicking my tongue rapidly over the sensitive rim, and that’s all it takes. Gerard cries out my name, his body seizing up as thick ropes of come splash onto the countertop. His hole spasms around my tongue as I work him through it, sucking and licking until he’s as limp as a whiskey dick.

He collapses forward onto the counter, gasping for air. I press a few gentle kisses to his fluttering hole before slowly standing up.

My erection throbs almost painfully in my jeans, but I ignore it for now. Instead, I grab a kitchen towel and tenderly wipe the remnants of icing and saliva from Gerard’s ass.

He sighs contentedly at my ministrations, completely blissed-out. When I’m done, I help him stand up straight and pull his sweatpants back up.

Gerard turns to face me, his cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. He cups my face in his big hands and draws me into a languid kiss, uncaring of where my mouth has been.

We make out lazily for mere seconds before the sound of Drew’s voice cuts through the haze of our raunchy little world. “Well, someone got his holly jollies off.”

I whip around to see Drew leaning against the doorframe with a shit-eating grin. Jackson stands beside him, his eyes comically wide as he takes in the carnage. The messy kitchen, Gerard’s “icing” smeared across the kitchen counter, andGerard and I, flushed and disheveled, standing in the middle of it all.

“I will never be able to look at icing the same way ever again,” he mutters, his face paling.

Gerard runs a hand through his hair and smiles sheepishly. “Uh, hey, guys. We were just, um, finishing up the cookies.”

Drew snorts. “Oh, is that what we’re calling Elliot getting into the Christmas spirit by spreading holiday cheer all over your ass.”

I groan and bury my face in my hands. Thiscannotbe happening. “Can we please not talk about this? In fact, can we all agree to forget this ever happened?”

Jackson, bless his heart, nods frantically while searching for an escape route. But Drew, never one to pass up an opportunity to tease, remains relentless.

“Forget?Are you kidding me? This is the best thing that’s happened all year! Wait until the rest of the guys hear about this. Elliot Montgomery, resident grump and, now, secret ass-eating enthusiast.”

I lift my head from my hands to glare at Drew with all the venom I can muster. “If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I swear to God, I will rip your nuts off in your sleep.”

Drew’s grin widens at my threat. “Kinky. But seriously, kitten, there’s no need to be embarrassed. We’re all adults here. And besides, it’s not as if we didn’t already know you two were bumping uglies.”

I sputter, my face burning even hotter. “We arenotbumping uglies.”

“Yeah,” Gerard says, putting his hands on his hips and scowling. “Before today, Elliot and I have only given each other hand jobs and blow jobs.”

God, give me strength.

Drew barks out a laugh, and I glance over at Jackson. He’s about to have an aneurysm. He chokes on a gasp, and his eyes bug out of his head. “I did not need to know that. God, I need to soak my eyes and brain in a vat of bleach.”

Drew cocks his head to the side and studies us with an expression that is equal parts amused and skeptical. “Wait, you’re telling me that you two haven’t sealed the deal yet? No shots on goals? No home runs? No touchdown dances in the end zone?”

I groan, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. “No, Drew, we haven’t. And can we please stop with the sports metaphors for sex?”

Drew ignores my plea, his eyes widening in exaggerated shock. “Well, slap my ass and call me Sally! I thought for sure you two would be going at it like rabbits by now, considering the way you eye-fuck each other every chance you get.”

Gerard shifts uncomfortably beside me, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. I can feel the embarrassment radiating off him. “It’s not like that. We’re taking things slow. Building a strong foundation and all that jazz.”

Drew nods sagely, stroking his chin as if he’s some kind of relationship guru. “I see, I see. Very wise, my young Padawans. Delayed gratification can make the eventual consummation all the sweeter.”

I roll my eyes hard enough to break a world record. “Thank you for that nugget of wisdom, Obi-Wan. Now, can we please talk about literally anything else?”

Drew grins, clearly enjoying our discomfort. He turns to Jackson, who is about two seconds away from dying of a heart attack. “What do you think, Jacky? Should we give these two lovebirds some privacy so they can continue their little baking adventure?”

Jackson blanches, shaking his head vehemently. “Oh, hell no. I donotwant to be anywhere near this kitchen if they’re going to be doing more of…that.I say we all go watch a Disney movie or something else wholesome and family-friendly to cleanse our minds.”

I nod eagerly and latch onto the idea like a lifeline. “Yes, great idea, Jackson. Let’s do that. I’ll even pick the movie.”

Drew sighs dramatically, as if we’re asking him to enduresome great hardship. “Fine, fine. I suppose I can put my teasing on hold to preserve Jackson’s delicate sensibilities.”

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