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“Fuck… so good,” Knox whimpered, pulling Liv closer. The absolute bliss on his face pushed Liv over the edge.
Invisible fireworks erupted everywhere, lighting up the space around them and setting their skin on fire. Liv raised himself up to watch jets of his cum splash Knox’s ripped stomach, his torso, and even his neck. The moment it was over, the arms that had previously held him up weakened, and he dropped on top of Knox, inhaling the rich essence of their pleasure.
Knox embraced him, inviting him into sleep with a tight hug.
Liv’s dick still pulsed in the same intense rhythm as his heart, and he couldn’t have felt more comfortable, more at ease with someone. He had all of Knox, and wouldn’t let go.
"You were right," Knox mumbled. "Fucking three times a day is optimal."
Liv grabbed the first piece of fabric his hand found and brought it between them to wipe off most of the cum before tossing it far away. His head was light as a helium balloon, yet all he wanted was to drop it to the pillow, exhausted after a long day of such rapid change.
So he smiled, pushed his face to Knox’s cheek and closed his eyes, letting exhaustion lull him to sleep.
Chapter 20
Knox
Knox’s head ached, andhis mouth was dry as woodchips, but once he realized he was in bed with Liv, naked, the hangover didn’t matter. Somehow, he’d ended up as the big spoon in bed, so he kissed Liv’s shoulder with his dry lips, enjoying the warmth of Liv’s buttocks against his soft cock.
He lay like that for a while, nuzzling Liv’s back and smelling him, but in the end, nature called, and he carefully pulled away to avoid waking Liv.
Hunger gnawed at his stomach once he was done in the shoddy restroom at the back of the workshop, so he figured he might as well go see if he could squeeze some food out of their hosts.
And since his T-shirt had ended up as their cum rag, he put on his new jacket over bare skin. Unwilling to put on the light to look for underwear, he wore a pair of sweatpants commando.
After leaving without a word last night, he didn’t want to stress Liv out for no reason, so he ended up writingBRBon Liv’s hand with a Sharpie from Frank’s desk.
His phone told him it was well past noon, so he didn’t worry about waking up their hosts when he knocked on the door.
“It’s open!” Ezra called out.
When Knox entered, he found him lounging in a chair with a book in one hand and some kind of smoothie in the other. Dressed in a dark purple robe that complimented his skin color, Ezra managed to look way less hungover than Knox felt, but the telltale signs of the day after were there. Pallor, dark color under the eyes and the little bag resting on Ezra’s forehead proved that he didn’t come away from last night’s party unscathed.
“The coffee’s cold, but you can heat it in the microwave,” Ezra said and rested the book in his lap, as if Knox’s presence was an excuse to abandon a daily ritual.
“Oh, fuck yes. Coffee. Can I take some for Liv? He’s still sleeping.”
He headed straight for the bathroom though, because while he intended to eat soon, his teeth were in a dire need of brushing.
“Sure, help yourself,” Ezra told him, but Knox already shut the door, and since he was here anyway, he took the extra step of a quick shower before emerging with renewed energy. His head still hurt, of course, but he wasn’t crusty anymore.
So worth it though. Liv had seemed so strong and powerful as he loomed above him last night, his brown eyes intense like two supernovas as Knox worked their cocks until they erupted, covering their skin in fragrant cum.
Unaware of his thoughts, Ezra remained exactly where Knox had first found him, though there was a bit less of the smoothie in his glass.
“Seems we all overdid it. Ros was sick as a dog this morning.”
Knox now wondered if he should have just borrowed Liv’s T-shirt. “Sorry for last night. I’m not usually such a drama queen.”
“That’s good. I don’t need anyone to upstage me in my own home,” Ezra said with a half-smile and stretched before resting both the book and the glass on a side table. “Do you feel better now?”
Put at ease, Knox smiled back. “Y-yeah, I think I worked through some shit. It’s just a bit new, you know. It’s only been me and Liv for a while. I didn’t really know any other gay guys.” And even that was an exaggeration, since he’d only realized he liked men yesterday.
“Better late than never,” Ezra said and got up, which caused his dressing gown to open a bit at the chest, revealing smooth skin. “I know you’re not really here by choice, but maybe this place will let you explore that.”
Knox took his eyes off Ezra when he got a glimpse of a nipple. He’d ignored his attraction to men for so long that now he wasn’t even sure what made him tick. Obviously, Liv was so hot he might as well be Molten Lava Man, but other guys? Cyborg was handsome, if intimidating. Ezra? Had a very pretty face minus the big scar, and a vibe much different from say, Frank or Shane. But was Knoxattractedto him?
“I’ve got a lot of gay manners to learn. Like, now I’m kinda unsure. Is it okay that I’m here shirtless? When your boyfriend’s not around?” Knox asked, glancing back to check if Frank wasn’t standing in the doorway with an ax in hand.
