Page 34 of Finding Michael

“No.” He stepped into the steam and stood behind Tristan. He leaned against the back of the stall. “I’m from Niles. It’s outside of Warren, Ohio. It’s a nice place, but I wanted to stretch my wings. I went to college at Kenton, then landed here. I could’ve worked at the library in my home town, but I wanted new adventures. My mother called it my wanderlust.”

As Michael talked, Tristan wetted the washcloth and filled it with suds. He scrubbed Michael’s chest and arms, then turned Michael around.

“Whoa.” Michael swayed into Tristan. He couldn’t remember the last time a lover—or a one-night stand—had taken such care of him. His body tingled and blood rushed to his dick.

Tristan caressed the cloth between Michael’s ass cheeks. “Have you found what you were looking for?”

“Huh?” He had to pay attention.Shit.“What?”

“Around here. Have you found what you were looking for in Sullavan?” Tristan asked.

“Kind of.” He faced Tristan and took the washcloth from him. “I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Mom said I’d turn into a girl. I haven’t. I don’t know. I guess she knew I wasn’t happy, but I wish she wouldn’t have said that. But I found a home in Sullavan.” He wished he could change a few parts of his past, but what was the use? He had a future at the library. He’d been okay in Sullavan and hadn’t thought about leaving, even though he was lonely. Christ, he needed to get out of his thoughts.

“Home in Sullavan, eh?” Tristan nodded. “I like it. Could be a book title.”

“I suppose.” He slid the cloth over Tristan’s chest. God, the man was strong. His nipples beaded and the muscles in Tristan’s arms flexed. Michael wondered how many arm curls Tristan did. He caught Tristan’s gaze and dropped the cloth. “Drat.”

“Want me to get it?” Tristan wriggled his eyebrows. “Or was that you trying to be sly?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” He knelt in front of Tristan and breathed in his scent—soap and Tristan. He wrapped his fingers around Tristan’s shaft.

“Oh, honey.” Tristan groaned. He palmed the back of Michael’s head. “Michael.”

He dragged the top of Tristan’s dick over his lips. Salt and soap slid across his tongue. He glanced up at Tristan.

“Yes.” Tristan leaned against the wall of the shower and widened his stance.

Michael flicked his tongue across the blunt head of Tristan’s erection, then stroked. Power radiated through him. He cupped Tristan’s balls.

“Yes. Suck me. Do it.” Tristan guided Michael’s head. “Take me in.”

He hadn’t needed any encouragement. He wanted to please Tristan in every way. A groan rumbled in Michael’s throat. He swallowed Tristan deep and paused. He hummed.

Michael buried his nose in Tristan’s pubic hairs. He curled his tongue around Tristan’s shaft, then swallowed.What’d Tristan think of that?

“Holy shit.” Tristan bucked, jamming his dick deep into Michael’s mouth. “Please?”

Michael bobbed his head and, at the same time, stroked Tristan’s cock and fondled his balls. Power flowed through him. He enjoyed giving pleasure and loved the taste of Tristan—salty, musky, but with a twist of sin. He hummed again.

Tristan rocked his hips. “Yes. Fuck.” He tipped his head back and groaned again. His movements turned jerky. “Michael.”

He kept going. Having Tristan on the edge…yeah, no way he’d back out now. He watched Tristan while he continued to suck him off.

“Fuck,” Tristan said, drawing out the word. He took over the tempo and fucked Michael’s mouth with abandon. A strangled cry erupted from him. Sticky cum spurted down Michael’s throat.

Instead of pulling away, Michael rode out Tristan’s orgasm. He bobbed his head a few more times and when Tristan finished trembling, Michael licked him clean. Michael sat back on his heels. The shower water stung his shoulders and the back of his neck. For the last few minutes, he’d forgotten he and Tristan were in the shower.

Tristan sagged to the floor of the tub and a lazy smile curled on his lips. “If all your blow jobs are like that, I’m in love.”

“Guess you’ll have to find out.” Michael stood and ignored the word Tristan had used—love. What the hell?He must say that to all the boys.Michael rinsed. Better to stay busy with something he could control rather than thinking too hard about things he couldn’t. He detached the shower head and offered it to Tristan. “Need a hand?”

“Nah. Just a minute or two to recover.” Tristan laughed. “You wrung me out.” He managed to stand and clutched his ribs. “I haven’t had this good a time in forever. Haven’t laughed this much in so long.”

“I’m happy to provide the service.” At least he thought so. He stepped out of the shower and dried off. Tristan had gotten to him. The word ‘love’ rolled around in his brain, annoying him…but when Tristan said it, Michael believed him. He kind of wanted to hear all sorts of sweet things from Tristan—but he wasn’t sure love existed.

Tristan rinsed and turned the water off. Michael offered him the other towel. Tristan paused with the towel in front of his junk. “I could get used to this twosome we’ve got going. You’re too good to be true and I don’t know if I want to go back to my other life.”

“I’m a regular guy. This is a vacation.” Michael laughed, but the amusement didn’t show in his voice.

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