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Lucas

I wake to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth sucking on the tip of my cock. My dream of fucking Haven from behind while she’s bent over my bike fades, but the feeling of being close to coming doesn’t.

In fact, it only intensifies.

Groggily, I open my eyes. The room is dark, and the pillow I cuddled to sleep as a replacement for Xander is gone. But there’s definitely someone between my legs. One hand is stroking my dick, and the other is cupping my balls and lightly squeezing.

Am I still dreaming? Xander doesn’t get home until tomorrow, and Haven would never do this. But then who…?

A whimper escapes me as the hand twists around my cock. Waking up this close to an orgasm has my body trembling and my mind melting. The sensations are so intense.

“Now that’s a good boy.” Xander. It’s Xander’s voice. “You know I love it when you can’t hold yourself back. Now moan for me again, Ace.”

All the air rushes from my lungs when he licks my cock and then takes it down his throat. God, his mouth feels like a piece of heaven. He sucks as he comes back up before swirling his tongue around the tip.

“Xander,” I moan. “Why…?”

He squeezes my balls lightly and moves his mouth up and down my dick, his hand following.

Oh god. Oh my god.

“Xan,” I choke out just as I start to come. My eyes roll back, and I feel him swallow down every drop of cum that shoots into his mouth. I’m so overwhelmed that I barely process when he releases my dick and crawls on top of me.

“I was beginning to think I was actually gonna make you come in your sleep.” He grins, and I’m just barely able to see it in the dark.

“What… how are you here?”

He kisses me on the mouth. “Left right after dinner and drove all night. Wanted to come home early and surprise you.”

My head is spinning. Am I hearing him right? Is this real?

“Am I… am I dreaming?”

Xander wraps his fingers around my dick and strokes up and down. I let out a shout that he must’ve known was coming, because his hand is already clamped over my mouth.

“Does this feel like a dream to you?”

I’d be embarrassed by my pathetic whimper if I were with anyone other than Xander. He has the power to unwind me completely, and he’s the only one I’ll ever trust to do it.

When Xander removes his hand from my mouth, he squeezes the tip of my cock. “Does it?”

“Jesus! No, it—it’s real. Fuck, Xan, stop.”

He lets go of my dick, and my body goes limp from the relief. He’s always liked overstimulating me. Anything he can do to force some type of reaction from my body, really.

I crave it, too. So when he grips my throat and squeezes the sides, I moan in approval. I’d let this boy ruin me if he wanted to.

“Fuck my face,” I gasp. “Xan, please.”

Xander crawls up my body until he’s straddling my chest. With a shaky breath, I run my hands up his thighs, and then his torso. He’s already naked, and when he pushes his hips forward, his hard cock hits my face.

“Look at you,” he mocks. “Only half awake, and the only thing you can think about is pleasing me.”

With a desperate moan, I take the tip of his cock into my mouth and suck. I savor the way he tastes as he grabs the hair at the base of my neck and yanks my head into him. His dick hits the back of my throat, and I gag. When he pulls out, I lave my tongue along the underside of his cock.

“Tell me, when you woke up this morning, did you jerk off to the thought of me doing this to you?” Xander thrusts roughly into my mouth, not giving me the chance to answer. “Who am I kidding? I know you did. And you know what? So did I.”

Xander spits on my face, and I grab his ass and push him forward until he makes me gag again. He keeps my head up, pulling me into him, and I swear I almost come again just from the feeling of it. He was only gone for two days, but I missed this—the feeling of being fully owned by him.

“Ace, fuck,” Xander bites out. He comes down my throat, and I grip his ass to keep him in place. It pulls a sharp groan from him, and then he shudders.

“Shit,” I grunt when he leans back. I’m fully awake now, and the sight of Xander heaving in breaths above me with his head thrown back makes me wish I could capture the moment with a camera.

Even without the tattoos that cover his body, he’s beautiful. And while I may have to share him with Haven now, he’s still mine, just like I’m his.

With an exhausted exhale, Xander falls into bed next to me. His lips meet mine as he pulls the blankets over us. “Surprised?”

“Very.” I kiss him again. “Missed you.”

“Missed you, too,” he mumbles. “Couldn’t stand the thought of spending another night without you.”

Snaking an arm under Xander, I pull him into me until his head is resting on my shoulder. “I’m glad you’re back.”

When I got home from dinner with my family, Haven and Colt were already in bed. Catching up with Aurora and Mom was nice—it always is. But coming home to what was essentially an empty house only added to the loneliness that’s clung to me since Xander left.

He yawns. “How was—”

“Sleep, Xan. You’ve had a long drive.”

“Hmph.”

“We’ll talk in the morning.”

“We’d better.” He pokes my stomach. “And don’t do that bullshit where you get up and leave without waking me up. I fucking hate that.”

I smile. It’s exactly what I’ll do, and he can get over it. I’ve missed the hell out of him, but it’s almost three. We can wait a few more hours before we catch up so he can sleep.

“Promise me,” Xander says stubbornly.

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy.”

“Lucas Wilson, you promise me right now, or—”

I roll over and kiss him. He lets out an annoyed growl but still kisses me back.

“Goodnight, Xander.”

He grumbles something under his breath but doesn’t push. I may submit to him in bed, but outside? He knows I can be just as stubborn as he is. And despite his complaints, I know he appreciates it when I look out for him. It’s what we do—what we’ll always do.