Page 41 of Finding Michael

“You mean vintages. Wine vintages.” He plunked the bag on the counter.

“No.” Michael removed the contents from the bag. “Flavors. He loved wine and the different kinds—blueberry, blackberry, rose petals, dandelion… He had to have it. None of it was terribly expensive. Some is, but most isn’t. It’s homemade stuff.”

“Huh.” He needed to spend more time with Michael so he could learn more about his uncle. Al had been such an interesting person and he hardly knew him.

“Want me to make this now or wait? I’m here as long as you want.” Michael toyed with the bottle of milk. “The library isn’t open on Sundays.”

“Sweet.” He snagged Michael in his arms and kissed him. He’d never get enough of Michael. He caged him between his body and the counter. He wanted to be with Michael again and in every room. How many surfaces could they christen?

“Tristan.” Michael groaned. “You blow my mind and you’re jamming the drawer knob into my ass cheek.”

“Oh?”Nice.He dropped to his knees. “Now I’ll blow other parts of you.” Tristan opened Michael’s pants. Instead of going straight for the gusto, he kept himself in check and rubbed his face on Michael’s crotch. He loved the way Michael smelled—like old books, paper and sex.

Michael threaded his fingers into Tristan’s hair. “You don’t have to do this so fast. We’ve got the rest of the weekend.”

And he didn’t want to waste a second. He tugged Michael’s pants and underwear down. “Briefs?” He hadn’t meant to blurt that out. “Sexy.” Michael’s erection pointed toward him. Thick enough to make an impression, but just right for his mouth. God, he loved his man’s dick.

“Got to switch it up every so often.” Michael massaged Tristan’s head. “Surprise?”

“I love it.” Tristan stroked Michael’s shaft. He could’ve stayed on his knees between Michael’s legs forever and been happy. Tristan traced the seam of his lips with the head of his cock. When Michael moaned, he spurred Tristan on. Tristan swallowed Michael to the back of his throat and hummed.

“Oh Jesus.” Michael tugged on Tristan’s hair. “This.”

Instead of answering with words, Tristan bobbed his head. He wanted to please Michael. To make him come apart. Nothing else mattered except Michael. He rolled his tongue around Michael’s shaft and buried his nose in Michael’s pubic hairs. When Michael moaned, he cupped his balls.

Michael rocked his hips and whimpered. “Feels so good, Tris.”

He bobbed his head faster. Only Michael could call him Tris. The name felt right on Michael’s lips. He caressed his lover’s sac. God, the man had soft skin. He nibbled his way to the hairless patch behind his sac.

Michael tensed. “Damn.”

Good. He wanted Michael on the edge. He flicked his tongue across Michael’s smooth skin, then toyed with Michael’s hole.

Michael rubbed his dick on Tristan’s forehead, smearing pre-cum in Tristan’s hair.Yes. Mark me.Tristan closed his eyes.So good.He abandoned Michael’s balls, then resumed sucking on Michael’s cock. He opened his eyes and met Michael’s heavy-lidded gaze. When Michael gritted his teeth, Tristan increased his speed.

Another whimper resonated in Michael. “Tris.” He met Tristan thrust for thrust and undulated his body. He stuffed his dick balls-deep into Tristan’s mouth. He tensed again and shivered. A low growl erupted from him and cum shot down Tristan’s throat. He panted.

Tristan bobbed his head a few more times, making sure to clean up every drop of Michael’s offering. He licked Michael’s shaft, then stopped and sat back on his heels. “Delicious.”

“More like delirious.” Michael wobbled to the floor and sat opposite Tristan. “You make thinking impossible.”

“That’s the plan.” He crawled between Michael’s legs and kissed him. “I want you to be just as addicted as I am.”

“I am.” Michael stared at him. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

“What isn’t possible?” He folded his legs beneath him. “Tell me.” What had he missed?

Michael sighed. He didn’t try to cover his nudity. “I didn’t think I could fall for anyone. Not again. I’ve been hosed over so many times and I thought love—even the tiny seed to start it—was gone. Then you showed up. It happened so fast. I swore I wouldn’t get close to you. Wouldn’t even think about you. I was warned so many times.”

“By Dicey?” Tristan yanked his shirt off. If Michael was going to sit there half-naked, then he’d join the party.

“Why…did she talk to you?” Michael frowned. “I should’ve guessed.”

“She told me if I knew what was good for the both of us, I’d stick to myself and leave you be. You’d been through enough. She never said what and I didn’t push.” He placed his shirt over Michael’s crotch. “Sorry. Didn’t think you’d want to have a discussion in the near nude.”

“I don’t mind. I’m not the greatest-looking guy, but I’m not an ogre.” Michael shrugged. “But thanks.” He met Tristan’s gaze. “I’m shocked she didn’t tell you everything. She likes to talk.” He handed the shirt back to Tristan. “Want this? I need to stand back up or I’ll be in this position all night.”

“Then stand.” He took the garment from Michael. “Smells like your cock.”

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