Page 64 of Sweat

I pump my finger in his hole, but it’s tighter than tight, and I could sure use some actual lube right about now.

Rowan reaches back and captures my wrist, pressing my finger as deeply as it’ll fit inside him and holding me steady there.

“Slow,” he says.

When he lets go, I move my fingers in small, steady motions while Rowan humps my body and wets our bellies with his pre-cum. His mouth latches onto my neck, tickling me with his stubble and riling me up with his tongue and teeth.

I’m panting, bucking my hips up to meet Rowan’s hips. “Rowan,” I moan.

“Fuck me,” Rowan grunts before groaning a string of incoherent pleasure-sounds.

I feel him come. The way his body shakes and my abdomen feels warm and wet.

“I’m coming,” I cry, squeezing our cocks together hard enough to make us both gasp before orgasm ripples through me.

I take my hand away and slap it down on Rowan’s ass I’m still knuckle deep in, and I let the pressure of Rowan’s body pressed flush against mine coax me through a slow-rolling climax that seems to last even after my balls are empty.

Can’t think of the last time I came so hard from dry humping. If this could even be called that, when everything is so fucking wet.

As soon as Rowan calms on top of me, he grabs my wrist again and guides my finger slowly from his ass. He slips onto his side, tucked between me and the wall, and he reaches across my head to grab his towel off the headboard. He cleans himself of our fluids, then me, but my erection isn’t going down.

I turn on my side and press my body back against Rowan’s, where it belongs. “You’re so hot,” I murmur before colliding my mouth against his.

A chuckle rumbles from Rowan’s mouth into mine. “Thanks, gay boy.”

“How did I know you were going to say that?”

“‘Cause you’re my gay boy.”

Dancing my fingers along Rowan’s hairy thigh and smooth hip, there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m gay. Buthis?My heart flutters at the thought. And when I look into Rowan’s eyes, it’s like the world around us melts away. There’s nothing else.

His hand touches my face, tracing my brow, my cheekbone, and the slope of my nose. “You gonna be okay?”

“I dunno,” I answer honestly. “Don’t think I’ve been okay for a long time. But right now, I feel okay. With you.”

I want to cling to him so badly, but how do I cling without being clingy?

The way he touches his lips to mine almost convinces me I can. When he pulls away, I miss him, but he puts his mouthon my chest next. He nudges me onto my back and kisses the narrow valley between my abs. His hand lifts my cock, and his mouth envelopes me in a wave of heat and comfort.

I open my legs for him and lay my hands on his head. I watch him for a minute before letting my eyes slip shut, and I swear the orgasm he sucks out of me takes my soul along with it.

And the next time I open my eyes, it’s morning.

I’m wrapped around Rowan, nose in his hair, arm slung around his waist and my knees tucked behind his. He must’ve switched off the AC some time after I passed out last night, because the room is quiet and warm enough I consider unfurling myself from Rowan, but that’s the last thing I want.

My dick is hard against his ass. I hold him tighter, and he lets out a sleepy groan. I kiss the top of his shoulder before drifting back to sleep.

I don’t know what time it is when I next wake up, but Rowan is still asleep, and the ache in my balls is now an ache in my bladder. It forces me to leave his bed, and I steal a pair of boxers from his clothes pile before slipping out of the room.

Our workout clothes are still in the bathroom sink. I pile them on the floor to wash my hands and snag a swig of Rowan’s mouthwash.

I leave the bathroom just as the side garage door opens, and I freeze. Light from the backyard streams into the musty garage, and a slender woman with thick, curly hair comes through carrying an overloaded laundry basket on her hip.

She gasps a little when she sees me.

Realizing I’m wearing nothing but Rowan’s boxers, which are a size smaller than I usually wear, I wrap my arms around myself like that’ll make all the difference.

“Hi,” the woman chirps at the same time I say, “I’m sorry.”

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