Page 46 of Never To Suffer

CHAPTER 21

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY

QUEEN

Well,that was crazy. Dani never told me the new apartment came with free therapy and a gay, big dicked, and horny as hell silver fox.

We’re lying in bed, getting high while we watch the sunrise through the giant windows in his giant bed. We’ve slept on and off, waking up to mess around again, and falling asleep wrapped in his warmth. His arm tightens around me and I hold my breath for a moment, waiting to see if he’s about to tell me I should leave, or he’s ready to go again.

“We should probably talk,” he whispers in my ear, sliding his nose up the shell and sending shivers up my spine.

“Unless you want to talk about what’s for breakfast, or you’re ready to discuss some bondage options, I can’t think of anything we’d need to talk about.” He groans against my ear, so I push my hips back, pressing against him. As I guessed, he’s hard again. I’m not gonna walk for a week at this rate. “Oh, you mean let's talk about whether you're about to put it in my ass again or my mouth? Cause we can absolutely talk about that, big guy.”

“That’s so not fair,” he whimpers when I don’t stop rubbing against him. His boxers are already getting damp, and his hand traces down my ribs, counting them before he follows my hips under the sheets.

He’s right about talking, but I’m not great with my emotions. I’m more of a hold them all in until I explode and do something incredibly stupid kind of guy. But I’ve also never been in this position before. Knowing I could bump into him at any time in our hallway, and that we share a couple of walls, could make this whole thing even more awkward than it needs to be. We got our own place after the mess of trying to live with Megan, and here I am screwing the neighbor days after getting the keys.

His brawny arm wraps around my chest, holding me close as each thrust pushes new, high-pitched cry from me. Whimpers and moans follow until he shivers behind me and goes stiff. I might break this poor man.

He kisses along my shoulders and mumbles as he pulls out of me, “Xander, we?—”

“You’re right. I completely forgot that docking was also on the table.”

“Xander,” his tone has me flashing back to all the names he called me in the shower. Names I hated, but now can’t hear enough. His deep, rumbling morning voice wakes my cock from its short nap. “Stop.”

“Fine. Whatever, man.” I twist out of his grip and try to stand, but my legs turned to putty an hour ago and the bones still aren’t working right. I reach over and yank a towel off a chair, wrapping it around my waist before trying again to stand. This time, I almost make it before he grabs the back of the towel and pulls me back to him. “Fuck! Seriously?”

“Seriously.” He’s got that look in his eye that parents get when their kids are being assholes, until he pulls the towel open and sits me on top of his thighs. It’s kind of hot.

“Let me guess.” I start, my fingers playing in his chest hair. “Oh, Xander, I had so much fun last night, but we shouldn’t do this again. I like you but I’m straight, have a girlfriend—wife—whatever. Are you about to say that?”

“Not exactly what I had in mind. Tell me about your girlfriend and this open relationship situation.”

“Why?”

He takes a deep breath and sits up against the headboard. “Because I also need to feel safe. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed every minute of this, and every inch of you, but if this can’t happen again, I need to know that.”

“You…want this to happen again?” He rolls us over, pinning me against the mattress. I crane my neck, grabbing his bottom lip between my teeth and nibbling. He can’t keep his eyes open until I finally let go.

“Depends on your situation, doesn’t it?”

“You live next door, Theo. If you want this to happen again, I’m sure you can find some excuse to stop by, trip on a carpet, and fall dick first into my ass. Now, either suck it, or get off me.”

“I thought we fixed that bratty mouth.”

“You mean the part when you begged for this mouth last night?Oh Xander, fuck, you feel so good!”

“We can’t use sex to avoid the subject every time I try to talk about this.”

“We can. Obviously.” I run my thumb over his lips until he opens his mouth and takes it in. Tease.

A familiar ring tone blasts through the apartment, but I must have left it in the other room when I went out to make coffee earlier. He leans back and I sit up on my elbows and shrug. “It’s my girlfriend. Hang on and let me get that while you figure out who gets to put what in which hole.”

“Vulgar.”

“Admit it, it turns you on,” I lean over and kiss him, and he lets me up with a deep chuckle, falling back onto the pillow while I hobble out to the kitchen counter, unlocking the screen. The band talking somewhere in the background, picking out the familiar tone of a voice I can’t wait to hear in person.

“Xan! Oh my god, I have the coolest news! When do you leave for Japan?”

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