After ten swats, Ozzy said, “I’m ready.” He was somewhere between growling and panting as he looked back again at Evander. “You zeroed in on that good.”
It was…strange praise.I spanked him the way he likes. Strange or not, it spread warmth through Evander’s chest. It felt good to do well, even at something like that. And it felt good to get his feast, so he didn’t bother to talk. He just dropped down to his knees between Ozzy’s legs. His ass radiated extra heat thanks to the spanking and it washed over Evander’s face as he moved closer. He spread Ozzy open, then went in tongue first,feeling the ripples and the soft, downy hair and all that heat as he probed Ozzy’s entrance.
Ozzy’s hole clenched and loosened, and he whimpered, the sound muffling its way into the sheets and pillows. Not muffled enough, though. It filled the room, flooded over Evander and filled him, drove him forward. He probed briefly inside, then circled around Ozzy’s entrance again. He repeated the pattern over and again, going deeper and pressing harder each time. Slowly, Ozzy loosened. His whimpering shifted to groaning, then finally, proper, truegrowlingthat rumbled his body. Rumbled him all the way back to his ass, and hence into Evander’s face.
Ev’s cock twitched and throbbed and, with a final circle around Ozzy’s hole, he pushed himself back to his feet. “You still ready?”
“Yes.” Ozzy didn’t even lift his head, but hediddrag another pillow around, using it to roughly prop up his hips and keep his glistening hole exposed. “Fuck me.”
Evander moved into position, running his cockhead slowly down Ozzy’s crack. “Don’t need to tell me twice.”
Chapter forty-one
Ozzy
Of all his hookupsand other relationships, Evander held a special place. He always had, and for too many reasons to enumerate. Evander had been there for him when they were young. He was by far Ozzy’slongestrelationship, taken altogether, so they had the most memories. They had bonds as part of Pine Point Fixer-Uppers, with all the social interactions that came from a big friend group like that.
His cock wasn’t as high on the list as any of that, but it wasonthe list. Ozzy had never found someone whose cock felt so good as it slid inside of him. There was something to be said for experience. Evander knew from practice—alotof practice—how Ozzy liked to be fucked. But even in their first, fumbling attempts at sex, when neither of them could last longer than a minute, there had beensomethingabout the way Evander moved that drove Ozzy into an absolute hazy mess of ecstasy.
That held true into the modern day. Ozzy’s ass throbbed from the spanking and his hips ground forward into the pillow without any conscious effort. Even when he realized it, he didn’t stop it. When he pushed forward, his cockhead rubbed against the smooth material. When he backed his hips up, it drove Evander deeper into him, rubbing against his prostate and exploding him into a million pieces in a fraction of a second before he crashed back to reality, only to start the cycle all over again.
The two of them moved in that unspoken rhythm. Evander’s fingers raked across Ozzy’s back, leaving hot trails in the wake of his nails. Sweat beaded and dripped from Ozzy. Down his ribs, along the bridge of his nose, down from his hair as it cascaded over his neck and shoulders. Each shuddering breath he drew tasted of mint and musk andman. Evander was no longer spanking him, but the sound of skin slapping against his ass filled the room all the same. Each thrust inward rocked Ozzy’s body and he curled his fingers into the sheets.
They could have sex and just be friends. In theory. Never tried it in practice. But this…wasn’t that. This was the sort of desperate, comingled passion that spoke to their connection. Their togetherness. Their belonging. This was the kind of fucking that never came from anything less than…being a couple. He couldn’t even think “the L word.” It wasn’t time for that, even as the truth of it radiated through his bones, driven deeper every time Evander impacted him, borne out with each drop of sweat and gasping breath that passed from his body.
Evander sped up. The sensations moved almost to pain, riding that edge between agony and ecstasy. Ozzy dug a hand underneath himself and grabbed his cock, stroking furiously as Evander got closer…closer…he’d always sped up just before—
Sudden emptiness. It took Ozzy a moment to piece together what had actually happened. Evander had pulled out. Ozzy couldhear him stroking himself, but he couldn’t turn over in time to watch. His own body focused on his shaft and the sudden aching void Evander had left behind…then on the spray of heat across his lower back and his ass cheeks as Evander’s panting turned to groaning turned to choked off whimpers.
The cumshot pushed Ozzy over the edge. His vision fuzzed on the edges as his belly tensed, balls pulled higher. He was already slick with precum, but more poured out from his tip. His cock pulsed and he lost all conscious thought. His existence began and ended with his pulsating shaft. He shot off twice, three times, four, five before he finally calmed, couldfinallycatch a proper breath again.
“Fuck me.” He flopped his head down against the pillow and tried to pull himself together, stop the vibrations in his muscles long enough to be a functional human being again.
“Already did, but we can go again.” Evander rubbed gently up and down his back, grazing soft touches along Ozzy’s butt. “You good?”
It was a little more loaded question than it seemed, but Ozzy picked up the meaning. “I’m good. You’ve got a hell of an arm on you, though. Probably avoid doingthatuntil I’m through the bulk of the next job, too.” He finally managed to get his body to cooperate and pushed himself up to sitting. He cringed as he looked at the cum-stained pillow he’d had under his hips and made a mental note to leave abigtip for housekeeping.
Ev’s forehead was wrinkled with worry. “So you’re saying this isn’t over?”
Ozzy breathed deeply, then shook his head. “I thought you were smart. Of course it’s not over.”
Ev nodded and leaned into him, and the two of them fell backward together onto the bed. He whispered to Ozzy, “What if we start to get too toxic or too angry again?”
Ozzy ran his fingers through Evander’s sweat-soaked hair, pushing it away from his face and smoothing it back. “We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. But for me, I think I was in a lot worse mood apart from you than I was with you. Than Iamwith you.” It wasn’t a solution, and it wasn’t a guarantee. They’d had these moments of euphoria all throughout their relationship before and they hadn’t been enough, hadn’t prevented the fighting and the breakups.
But that night, it wasn’t the time for that talk. They could just enjoy each other’s company and hope for the best.
Practicality didn’t need to share the bed with them.
Chapter forty-two
Evander
It seemed like ittook forever, but the patiofinallylooked like it was the product of two people who knew what the fuck they were doing instead of a forgotten space.Fixing itself up just like me and Ozzy.There were finishing touches that needed to be put in, and Ozzy wasstilldead set on trying to get those rose bushes transplanted, so the one garden bed was empty and waiting. He had plants on standby, and it seemed more and more likely that they would have to get used, but he still hadn’t pulled the trigger.
The table in the middle was exactly what Evander had in mind. It also worked the way it was supposed to, which he had to give a ton of credit to Jake for. He didn’t know the details, whether Jake had tracked down a schematic or just winged it, but he’d put together a table with a trough around the edge that fed into a planter in the middle. The soil rectangle had been filled withmulticolored zinnias, and the wood had been stained a pale gray, so it made a good base for all the surrounding colors.
With all thanks to Aras and that one lighting assistant who stepped up, the sconces gave it a warm glow in the evening. They’d even made a last minute call to clear everything off the patio, clean it, and stain it. A little friction over how they should do it, but nothing obscene. Nothing like how he and Ozzy used to fight things out. Ozzy just had concerns about the longevity of some of the more striking, vibrant products Ev was leaning toward. Evanderstillmaintained that the brilliant, terra cotta orange would have been the best look, but the pale slate color they’d landed on still brought a lot of light and interest to the space.
