“Yeah, and you got your own love confession, too.” He held out his hand, and I leaned into him, sliding my mouth against his.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” His voice was so soft as he smiled against my lips.
Straightening up, I studied him, taking in the way he was almost melting into the bed, relaxed and loose-limbed after his bath. “How are you feeling?”
“I told you, I’m fine. Seriously. You don’t have to worry.”
“No pain?” I checked.
“No. Not even a twinge.”
“Good.” My hand slid up his thigh, and I watched in satisfaction as his eyes darkened, his breath hitching as I drew closer to the growing bulge in his boxer briefs. “Because I’ve been thinking, and your ankle isn’t the only thing that needs attention.”
He laughed breathlessly. “Bloody hell. What a line, Mr. Smooth.”
“Shut your mouth, or I’ll stop.”
Clamping his hand over his mouth, he watched avidly as I lowered my head, kissing the tip of his cock through the fabricof his underwear. I grinned up at him, and he moaned, his hand falling from his mouth to grip my hair.
“You can’t look at me like that. I’ll come in about two seconds.”
“Will you? Maybe we should test that.”
I peeled off his underwear, taking care when I eased it over his ankle, and was rewarded by the sight of his fully hard cock, the head already glistening with precum. My own cock was straining at my shorts, but it was easy to ignore my arousal when all I wanted was to make him feel good. He moaned again, tugging at my hair when I positioned myself right above his erection and smirked up at him, before taking him into my mouth.
“Cody.Please.”
I hummed in response, making him gasp. When I took him deeper, my fingers sliding down to cup his balls and rub over his taint, he let out a strangled cry, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he shot his cum down my throat.
I swallowed around him, only easing back when he groaned, pulling at my hair.
“Fuck. Cody. Fuck. I told you it would only take two seconds.”
“It was more than two.” Not many more, but still.
“You don’t even know what you do to me when you look at me like that. It’s so fucking hot. Then your mouth. Fuck.” He tugged at my hair yet again and laughed breathlessly when I gave him a warning growl. “Come up here.”
I moved up to lie next to him, stilling his hand when he reached for my erection.
“Later. When your ankle’s properly healed.”
“Cody. At least let me give you a hand job.”
I shook my head. “You can give me one when you’re cleared to play again.”
“You’re so stubborn,” he muttered. “Fine. In that case, you can let me watch you get yourself off before we go to sleep.”
“Okay.” Leaning in, I brushed a kiss over his lips. “It might take me more than two seconds, but you were so fucking hot that I’m already close.”
“Mmm. You’re close just from sucking me off?” he said, as I shoved my shorts down and wrapped my hand around my aching cock.
“Yeah.” I began stroking my erection. “Sucking your dick.” My hand moved faster. “Having you come down my throat.” Jude slid his hand between my legs, lightly tugging my balls. “Fuck. Hearing you—fuck—moan,” I gasped, my hips arching off the bed as I came all over my abs.
“Fuuuuck, Cody. It’s decided. You are, without a doubt, the hottest man in the world. How did I live for twenty-one years without you?”
How had I lived for twenty-four without him?
