Ozzy leaned his head up and took Evander’s tip into his lips. He pushed into the foreskin with his tongue, gently sliding it back and thrilling at the too familiar little whimper of pleasure that came from Evander. He looked up and, for a moment or two, it was easy to remember why they’d been together. At least on the physical side. Ozzy knew from experience that he was in better functional shape than Evander—big, heavy landscaping work built stronger muscles—but Evander was no slouch at the gym. He was stunning, even in the sparsest bit of light creeping into the room, as his eyes adjusted slowly to the black. That probably even helped, fuzzing out the edges, hiding anything that could have been perceived as a flaw. He still couldn’t see well enough in the dark to see Evander’s face, just the outlines of his musculature, the hard planes of his stomach and the bottomof his chest. Ozzy knew from experience, there was a light dusting of hair across Ev’s chest. Ozzy had run his fingers over it countless times over the years. It was always soft. Evander actually conditioned his body hair to keep it nice.
Ozzy pulled himself from his memories and forced his focus back to the cock in his mouth, the taste of sweat and salt and sex coating his tongue. He shifted up just enough to get a bit more into his mouth, then a bit more still until Evander’s tip touched the back of his throat. He gagged briefly, then relaxed and swallowed him back. He didn’t take Evander all the way—they weren’t at the right angle for that—but enough to turn the whimpering from Evander into full-throated moaning. He felt Ev’s butt cheeks clench, rubbing across Ozzy’s chest, then loosening. His thighs tightened, squeezing around Ozzy’s torso.
Ozzy hummed and rubbed his tongue in a spiral from Ev’s tip, down as far as he could as he sucked it back into his throat, then to the tip again. He raked his fingers up and down Evander’s hot, muscular back, stopping just shy of scraping his nails across the top of Ev’s ass before gliding back upward.
Evander’s hips thrust. He leaned forward and Ozzy could finally make out his face. Mouth open, eyes unfocused, sweat dripping down the tip of his nose. He bit his lower lip, started to say something, but it didn’t make it out as an actual word, just a hiss of air as he humped into Ozzy’s mouth, faster, harder, putting that gag reflex to the test.
He pulled most of the way out and, before Ozzy could move or say anything, he tasted spunk on his tongue. It flowed as Ev’s cock twitched in his lips, coating the inside of Ozzy’s mouth. He had to swallow once just to avoid choking, there was so much.
After what felt like it must have been a full minute, Evander pulled back and flopped onto the bed next to Ozzy. A few seconds later and the table lamp burned to life, almost blindingOzzy for a moment. After a little more adjustment, he looked over at Evander.
Thenthe clarity hit him. Ozzy’s body tensed, but he didn’t allow himself to freak out. Not completely. Instead, he nodded to Ev. “Thanks.”
“Same. Pretty fucking weird, but thanks.”
And just like that, the ratcheted tension leached away from Ozzy’s shoulders. That little jolt of honesty, instead of pretending. “Fucking weird is right. You must have been holding out for a long time.”
Ev laughed, loud and clear. “Jesus, yeah. It’s been a hot minute, but I definitely didn’t expect that much. You always had a nice throat, though.” He patted Ozzy’s chest, then got up and trundled naked to the bathroom, his ass swaying side to side.
Ozzy took in the view without any shame. Not like checking out his butt was going to be any bigger risk than trading cum.
Chapter twenty-four
Evander
“I am inlovewith this wallpaper.” It was definitely partly the lack of a hangover and definitely partly the fact that he’d blown his load in such a spectacular manner, but it was mostly the wallpaper itself. They’d gotten the entire accent wall done in the bedroom. It took Evander a lot of finagling to get that pattern in a timely fashion, but the large, watercolor peacock was a focal point to his design. It was a night scene, so it took heavy inspiration from the quilt Ev had become so enamored with at Melanie’s parents’ house. A full moon in one corner, a pond the peacock was drinking from, and little speckles of whitish stars above a willow tree. It was alotto be certain. Big swing, which meant the possibility for a big miss, but it felt like some part of his vision was finally coming to life.
He threw his arms around the two contractors who’d put it up and gave them a little squeeze. “Thank you thank you thankyou. It looks amazing.” A big pattern like that, there was always a high risk that something got misaligned. It had taken a lot of trust on Ev’s part to let someone else handle the install, but it hadn’t been misplaced. And it let Evander get on a call with Robinson, Aras, and the folks from the countertop place to get the rest of the kitchen squared away. With only minimal shouting from Aras, which was a win.
When the contractors headed out, Bunny walked in. She whistled low, eyebrows raised. “Damn. That is one hell of a feature wall.”
“I know, isn’t it great?” Evander clapped his hands a couple times. “I’ll center the bed here, so the feature isn’t blocked off, but they’re not staring directly at it when they try to sleep. I know that would be too stimulating. But I think it’ll be really nice and calming when everything is set up, as long as it isn’t the main focal point of the room.”
“Good luck making that anything other than the focal point. But if anyone can pull it off, it’s you.” She sat down on one of the two nightstands that Jake had built and folded her hands in her lap. “So, can you confirm some hot gossip for me?”
“Doubt it. Haven’t heard anything juicy since we got here.” Ev took a seat on the other nightstand. “Also, cameras.” Because they were full-on being filmed and recorded, and the cameraman in the room wasn’t even pretending not to focus exclusively on them. Such was apparently the life of a TV personality.
Bunny waved that away. “They’ll cut it if it’s boring. And if it isn’t, we saw that Eliza still affords some privacy, with the whole Jake and Quinn thing.”
Evander nodded. She had handled that pretty tactfully, as far as he’d been able to tell. “Well, fill me in on thechisme.” Evander rarely slipped in Spanish, butchismealways felt more accurate than gossip in his head. He remembered his mom andaunts havingchismosaget-togethers every time something big happened. They’d get drunk and spill tea until three, four in the morning. That waschisme. Not gossip.
“A little birdie mentioned that Ozzy might have the hots for you again.”
Evander’s stomach tightened. He raised an eyebrow, trying to keep calm. “Where’d you hear something that crazy?”
“Jake said he was eye-fucking you like crazy yesterday.”
You couldn’t control yourself for a second, Ozzy?“You’d have to ask him. I feel very thoroughly un-eye-fucked.” It had been dark in the hotel room, so it wasn’t a lie. There’d been very minimaleyefucking going on.
“Well, keep watch. I want to know if you two arefinallygoing to hook up again.”
Evander’s focus fully shifted away from the prospect that they might have been found out. “What do you mean?”
She shrugged. “You two are happier together than you are apart. Keep waiting for you two to realize it.”
Evander couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” She inclined her head to one side. “Figured you’d be able to see that.”
