Jeff closed the tailgate and leaned against it. “We going to do a last walk-through?”
Carter held out his hand. “Kinda feel like we should. Come on.”
Casting one last look at the SOLD sign at the end of the driveway, Jeff let Carter lead him into the house.
It didn’t look anything like it had the first time he’d been there. Instead of stacks of boxes and clutter, the hallway held nothing but the occasional shoeprint. It had been a rainy week, and it didn’t make sense to take their shoes off every time they collected another box to bring out to the truck. The kitchen cupboards hung open, the better to verify they’d been emptied. Even the shower curtain had been packed, though Jeff had no idea what Carter was going to do with it. They certainly didn’t need it at the cottage.
Carter’s home office was bare save for the curtains and the pull-up bar installed over the door.
They paused in the bedroom—empty but for the two of them. Carter wrapped his arms around Jeff’s waist and snuggled up behind him. “A few good memories here,” Jeff commented as he folded his arms over Carter’s.
Carter bent his head and nuzzled Jeff’s ear. “We could make one more.”
Jeff should’ve seen this coming. He squirmed a little—the prickle of Carter’s beard against his neck, contrasted with the soft heat of his mouth, always got him hot, but it also tickled—and protested, “There isn’t any furniture.”
“Hmm,” Carter said thoughtfully and bit gently at the side of Jeff’s neck.
Then he spun him around, hoisted Jeff by his thighs, and pressed his back to the wall.
“Oh my God,” Jeff said weakly as Carter held him up one-handed to fish a bottle of lube out of his pocket. He hadn’t even known his dick could stillgethard that fast; it was like being a teenager. “Okay, yes, but put me down so I can take my pants off.”
Carter kissed him first, fast and dirty, and then pulled back far enough for Jeff to get his feet on the ground.
“Really glad the new owners wanted to keep the curtains,” Jeff said, stepping out of his boxers. “Slightly—” He yelped when Carter lifted him again before he expected it. “Slightlyregretting we tossed out the condoms.” The ride to the cottage would be squishy.
Carter did the one-handed lift again and handed Jeff the lube with the other. Jeff opened it and poured and didn’t pretend to be surprised when Carter pushed two fingers into him at once to smear the slick inside him.
Then Carter was pushing in—no teasing this time, just a fast, shallow thrust that had Jeff struggling for breath. He managed to squirt some lube in his own hand and was just about to wrap it around himself when Carter decided the angle didn’t suit them and steppedbackward, taking more of Jeff’s weight and angling Jeff’s lower body so Carter could nail him just right.
“Oh fuck,” Jeff said, wrapping one arm around Carter’s stupidly large forearm. This was not going to take long.
Sex with Carter was normally mind-bendingly, stupidly hot—Jeff loved being manhandled, and Carter knew exactly what to say or do or how to touch Jeff to set him on fire with pleasure. But right now Carter was lost in his own pleasure, chasing what felt good tohim, and that was hot in a whole new way. The slap of skin against skin filled the room, echoing loudly without any furnishings to soften the noise. Jeff wrapped his legs around Carter’s waist and watched his eyes go dark, and then he was lost too, stroking his cock in fast, tight strokes, desperate for orgasm.
He was almost there when he heard the knock on the front door.
“Are you fuckingkidding me,” he hissed when Brady’s voice called out, “Carter? You guys here?”
Carter must have been close too, because he gave a particularly brutal thrust—Jeff’s mouth dropped open and a breathy cry fell out—and his cheeks were flushed and his eyes bright when he yelled, “Go away! We’re fucking!”
Jeff was so startled by the cursing that he laughed out loud, which made Carter groan and fuck in harder.
He vaguely heard Brady’s “Oh my God,gross” filter through the house, but he didn’t care because Carter was coming, dick jerking inside of him. Jeff could feel it dripping out of him, feel the suddenly overslick way Carter moved in his ass, and that as much as anything pushed him over the edge.
He came back to himself with Carter leaning against him, closer now that he didn’t have anything left to prove. “I’m gonna set you down now,” he said. “Okay?”
“Hnng,” Jeff agreed. His legs were a little stiff when he uncurled them from Carter’s waist, and they definitely weren’t happy about supporting his weight. He glanced down at himself and the mess they’d made of each other. “We did leave hand soap in the bathroom, right?”
“And paper towels,” Carter confirmed.
“Good.” Any moment now Jeff was going to trust himself to stand without leaning on the wall. “We need to wash your mouth out.”
“Not the orifice I was going to suggest, but let’s see you try it.” He held out a hand for Jeff to steady himself on… and then they both looked at their hands and grimaced. It was a miracle Carter hadn’t dropped Jeff on his ass after he came. Jeff couldn’t imagine getting a grip onanythingwith that much lube and come on it.
“Bathroom?” he suggested after a moment.
“Agreed.”
When they’d dressed and come outside, Brady was sitting in his car with the music cranked so loud his fillings were probably rattling right out of his teeth. Carter was blushing furiously, but Jeff refused to be embarrassed. Maybe this would finally teach Carter’s family tocall first. He waved cheerfully.
