Page 47 of Drop the Gloves

That should’ve set off alarm bells, but it didn’t; Evan was too busy kissing Riley.

With one arm wrapped around his waist to pull him tighter, the other working into Riley’s hair, Evan moaned as he slipped his index finger into a curl.

He stepped forward into Riley, hoping to find the bed so he could press their bodies together and feel more of him.

Instead, they bumped into a wall, but it let him trap Riley and sink deeper into the kiss.

Their cocks, straining against their clothes, ground together, and this time it was Riley who moaned loudly; Evan greedily swallowed the sound.

Riley broke the kiss. “Get on your knees,” he rasped. Evan didn’t move right away, too stunned by Riley’s lust-blown eyes. It’d been too long since he’d been this close, gotten a chance to pick out the brown and the green specks. “Now,” Riley repeated, with a nudge on Evan’s shoulder.

Evan didn’t think about it; he dropped to his knees and started mouthing at Riley’s dick through his sweatpants. Riley made an almost pained noise and cupped his hand under Evan’s jaw.

“You still haven’t shaved.” He ran his thumb along Evan’s beard and used his other hand to wiggle his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his dick.

He guided the tip to Evan’s lips, leaving a smear of pre-come.

Evan’s tongue licked it off without him thinking about it, and he savored the taste of that familiar musky flavor. “Suck me off, Evan.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Despite weeks and weeks of practice, Evan was pretty sure he wasn’t an expert at giving head.

It could be overwhelming when he tried to keep a steady rhythm but got lost in the smell and the taste and the feel of Riley.

He closed his eyes so he could focus on the weight of Riley’s dick in his mouth.

When he breathed in, he inhaled soap and a hint of citrus.

He probably smelled exactly the same, but on Riley it made his mouth water.

“Faster,” Riley said, breaking Evan’s train of thought.

He let Riley guide his head back and forth, Riley fucking into his mouth with shallow thrusts.

And then, once he thought he’d gotten the rhythm Riley wanted, he took over.

His hands came up to hold Riley in place, his hips flush against the wall so he couldn’t thrust into Evan’s mouth anymore.

Evan moved as fast as he could, his tongue teasing around the shaft, and hummed low in his throat.

“More,” Riley begged. “Fuck, Evan, more...”

So he gave Riley more. He gave Riley everything.

His jaw muscles burned, and his knees hurt where they dug into the rough hotel carpet. He felt like he could barely breathe, but when Riley’s legs started trembling, it was worth it. He eased Riley’s left leg over his shoulder to bear some of his weight.

“You’re the fucking worst,” Riley babbled.

“You drive me fucking crazy, holy fuck. How am I supposed to...why do you have to...Evan, Evan, Evan...” There wasn’t anything intelligible after that, just variations of his name in that broken voice, half prayer and half curse. As if Evan had any of the power here.

Evan got little more than a whimper in warning before Riley came down his throat.

He waited until the pulses stopped before he slowed down, swallowing every drop and keeping Riley’s cock in his mouth until it softened.

When he pulled off, Riley grunted. Evan looked up and marveled at how fucked out he looked, head thrown back against the wall, his hair a mess as if he’d been pulling it, and a drop of sweat trailing down his neck.

You look beautiful, he almost said but caught himself. That wasn’t a word in their shared vocabulary for these hookups. Hot. Fuckable. Sexy. Those were allowed. Safe.

Beautiful...where the fuck had that come from?

Evan guided Riley’s leg back to the ground and got up with shaky legs. He had no plan except easing the weight off of him, but as soon as he was standing, chest pressed against Riley’s, Riley’s eyes flew open.

“You wanna fuck me?” he asked. His voice sounded raw, like he’d the one who’d had a dick down his throat.

That did sound amazing, but Evan didn’t think he’d last very long.

And as much as he’d love the feel of Riley’s tight heat wrapped around him, he didn’t want to move.

They were touching, head to toe, and he couldn’t bear to give that up.

So instead, he found Riley’s hand and brought it around his dick, straining uncomfortably in his joggers.

“Your hand,” he said. I want to watch you when I come, he thought but was too scared to say it. When Riley looked down to get Evan out of his joggers and wrap his hand around his aching dick, Evan nudged his face back up. Their eyes locked, and he hoped he wouldn’t have to explain.

Don’t look away. Please…

He leaned down to rest his forehead against Riley’s, so all they could see was each other. They shared the same air, breathing in and out together even when Evan’s hitched as he got closer and closer to the edge. His whole world was Riley Barczyk.

As predicted, Evan didn’t last long. Only a minute or two of Riley’s hand working him and he came, spurts of come soaking into both of their shirts. It was more relief than pleasure, and he let it wash over him.

“Don’t faint on me,” Riley said. “You’ll crush me.”

He moaned and shifted so he could rest more against the wall instead of Riley, but he couldn’t quite force himself to stand up yet. He had an arm around Riley’s waist, so he pulled him closer. He’d just wanted to check on Riley. He hadn’t planned on having sex. Was this all their relationship was?

Did he want it to be something else?

“Can I, uhm…” Evan dreaded each word as he pushed them out. “Could I stay here? Tonight?”

Riley stiffened, then relaxed. “Kind of presumptuous.”

“Sor—”

Riley pinched him. “Shut the fuck up, Evan. Yes, you can fucking stay the night. Take off your nasty shirt first.”

They were in bed a few minutes later, the lights off and curtains sealed tightly. Riley fit perfectly in Evan’s arms, the two of them tucked in the comforter to keep out the winter chill. It was nice and comfortable and definitely not how they did things.

Evan liked it a lot.