Page 55 of Drop the Gloves
Barczyk pushed into the room.Not only did he close the door, but he put the privacy latch up.
“Barczyk.”Maybe he was still asleep.“What’re you—?”He was cut off by a kiss that tasted of salt and tequila.Dream or not, Evan didn’t much care and had just relaxed into the kiss when Barczyk pulled away.“Wha?—?”
And then Barczyk dropped to his knees, and Evan figured out what was next right as Barczyk kissed his crotch.Evan’s cock had woken up before he had, because it jerked towards Barczyk’s mouth and grew thick in record time.
“Surprise,” Barczyk said as he worked his mouth over the bulge in Evan’s shorts.Fuck, that was a good look for Barczyk.
“Surprise,” he echoed, a hand coming up to rest on the back of Barczyk’s head.“Good surprise.”
Barczyk laughed and looked up at him.“Ain’t it, though?”He kept his gaze locked with Evan’s as he ran his hands up and down Evan’s thighs.His face was right next to Evan’s dick, close enough that Evan just needed to shift a few inches to rub himself against Barczyk’s cheek.The fucking tease didn’t move though.
“Yes,” Evan admitted and swallowed, his mouth dry.Then, “Your mustache is gone.”It wasn’t completely true.The outline of his mustache was darker than the rest of his stubble, but the ends had been trimmed.In a day or two, it’d be impossible to tell he’d had a mustache at all.
“Yeah.Heard it didn’t look great.”
Before Evan could unwrap that mess, there was a loud knock at his door.He jumped and felt his cheeks going red even though whoever was out there couldn’t know what was going on only a few feet away.
“Yeah?”Evan croaked.
“Hey, Abs.”It was Dalton.Evan gulped and looked down at Barczyk pleadingly.What would they do?“We’re about to head out to that brewery.You coming?”
“Uhm—”
Barczyk hooked his fingers into the hem of Evan’s shorts and started working them down his legs; the head of his cock was free within seconds, dangerously close to Barczyk’s lips.
“Tell them you have a headache,” Barczyk whispered, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.A bead of pre-come formed, and Evan thought about how easy it would be to force Barczyk’s head over and urge him to lick it up; he didn’t.
“I have a headache,” Evan repeated mechanically, but it must’ve been too quiet because Dalton knocked again.
“What was that, Abs?”
Evan clenched his hands into fists—one still gripping Barczyk’s hair, the other hanging uselessly at his side—and leaned his head back against the wall.He was rapidly losing control here.“I have a headache,” he said too loudly.“Count me out.”
Go away,Evan begged.I don’t have the willpower to walk away from this...
There was a long, drawn-out silence before Dalton said, “Okay, bro.Sorry you’re not feeling good.Want me to get you some Advil or something?”
That was when Barczyk took him into his mouth.
“I already took some,” he gritted out.His eyes were clamped shut because he would lose it if he looked down.He could barely hold it together as he felt Barczyk’s mouth suck around the tip of his dick, his tongue tracing around the head as his fingers teased at Evan’s balls.This was the best torture in the world, and Evan wasn’t equipped to handle it.
“ ‘kay.Feel better!”And then, mercifully, came the sound of footsteps walking away.
Barczyk hummed around his dick, and Evan whined pitifully before he realized Barczyk had been talking.
“What was that?”Evan dared to look down.It was a mistake, first because he got a great view of his dick straining against the inside of Barczyk’s cheek, and second because he got to watch as Barczyk popped off of his dick, his lips rosy and wet.
“I said, you sure you don’t wanna go drink with them?I’m cool if you want a rain check.”
At least part of Evan’s brain was working, because he said, “And pass up a chance to finally shut you up?Hell no.”
Barczyk laughed like it was the best joke he’d ever heard.“Shut me up then,” he teased.He didn’t resist when Evan guided him back to his dick.
Like pretty much everything else, Barczyk was good at giving head.He once again read Evan like an open book and got him off hard and quick.Without batting an eye, he swallowed Evan’s come and guided Evan gently to the ground when his legs nearly gave out.
“Fun, right?”Barczyk said, pleased with himself.Evan had found Barczyk attractive in a number of ways—his competence and confidence high among the reasons, but there was also a raw male energy that did weird things to Evan—but this was the first time he’d thought Barczyk was cute.“What?”he asked, as though he could see the shift in Evan’s face.
Cute sounded a little too far from sexual attraction for Evan’s liking.Experimenting was one thing, but cute seemed too...too…romantic.
