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“You’re hot, you’re amazing in bed, you’re surprising, and you’re offering me the adventure of a lifetime. I’m twenty and I want to see what’s out there. With you. I want to go.”
“Wow, my dick really did a number on you,” Carl said, coming around the counter and pressing his hand to Devon’s forehead. “You’re not feverish. So you must mean it.”
Devon laughed, pulling Carl close to him. “It’s a semester. Or a lifetime. I don’t know. But you, me, this? Let’s see what it looks like on a road trip at least.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” Devon said, kissing Carl’s mouth.
It was the purest kiss they’d ever shared. And it made his knees weak in a way that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with a fresh shoot of something new growing in his heart.
SATURDAY
Chapter Eleven
“That’s amazing,” Carlsaid, indicating the list of roadside attractions they’d found in Texas. “Put that on the list.”
“And we can stay in this motel here,” Devon said, indicating a roadside inn that promised clean sheets and little else.
“Hot sex in a cold town. I’m up for it,” Carl whispered.
“Feeling horny again?” Devon asked as they put the finishing touches on that leg of the journey they’d been researching for the last several hours. They’d needed a break to get their second wind—or was this their tenth wind? Whatever the case, he was getting a little horny, too, thinking of Carl’s little ass bent over some motel’s bed, stuffed full with a toy that they’d have bought at the adult sex store several stops beforehand.
Jesus.
Devon was not going to miss out on the sex trip of a lifetime, even if the stay in L.A. turned out to be a bust. And he wasn’t convinced that it would be. As he and Carl had talked about the trip and explored potential stops and stopovers, he’d found they had the same sense of humor, the same interest in kitsch and culture, and the same taste in food. They’d even both said they liked to sleep in a cold room at night, and preferred romantic comedies to action flicks.
If nothing else, Devon thought the chances were good the two of them would come out of this as very good friends who’d had some amazing sex together. But he actually was starting to believe, as absurd as it was after only a few days, and most of that time spent spinning each other up to orgasm, that there was something real between them.
Or the seed of it anyway.
Carl had been right: he did know Devon well in his own way, and they did click. Now that Carl spoke to him, now that he wasn’t hiding his vulnerability and stutter. Now that he’d shown Devon everything when he’d quivered and quaked on his dick.
Speaking of, Devon really wanted back inside Carl again.
Getting fucked had been unreal, amazing, earth-shattering, but he wanted Carl on the receiving end now. He wanted to hold him down and fuck him until he cried with pleasure, until he twitched and convulsed in orgasm, and until he said something he shouldn’t in the heat of the moment.
Something like Devon had, but sweeter.
Could Devon fuck a confession of love out of Carl? He thought he could.
He just needed to lay the rail right, and Carl would spill over with a screaming confession, even if it was all pheromones and jizz talking. It’d still be fun to hear. And hot to bring about.
“My balls are a little eek,” Carl said when Devon squeezed his thigh seductively. “Not sure what I want more—sex, or no more sex until tomorrow?”
Devon’s dreams of being in Carl sputtered out. “Oh, man, yeah. Let’s just watch TV, then.” He got up to fetch a bottle of water. “C’mon. Let’s hydrate. Both of us. And watch a show or two. Then we could go on a walk or something. Get away from the house.”
“Yeah?” Carl sounded worried.
“There’s time,” Devon said. “We’ll do it again. But it’ll be more fun if you’re rested, and your balls aren’t angry-tired.”
Carl laughed. “Chill out, balls,” he said to his crotch. “Walk first, and then the TV and napping?”
“Yeah. Let’s do it.”
