Page 5 of The Bounty (Redemption Inc.)

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Wags sank to his knees, not giving a damn about his aching joints, not arsed at all that his last pair of clean jeans was about to be ruined inside and out.

All that mattered were the dark, hooded eyes gazing down at him, the plump cock hanging out of Blaine’s unzipped jeans, the black-painted nails scraping across his scalp as Blaine yanked him forward with a grunt.

Wags closed his eyes and parted his lips, hungry for the hot, silky steel gliding across his tongue, the salty precome flooding his senses, the moans ringing in his ears.

Ringing…

Not a moan.

A trilling chime.

Fuck.

Wags threw out an arm, silencing the bad ringing while Blaine’s moans continued in his drowsy head.

His own joining the chorus as he curled his fingers around his stiff cock, jerking himself as he’d done countless times since Friday.

He fondled his balls with his other hand, imagining they were Blaine’s, heavy in his hand like his cock on his tongue.

He shuttled his fist faster, harder, in time with Fantasy Blaine’s jutting hips, shoving his cock down Wags’s throat, gagging him.

Stealing his breath and another sleepless night.

Fucking his mouth.

Fucking his arse.

He flipped himself over and shoved a pillow between his legs, groaning at the blessed friction. Shoved three slick fingers between his lips and sucked, imagining it was Blaine he tasted, Blaine fucking him into the mattress, Blaine shouting with him as they came together.

The trilling resumed.

He silenced the alarm once more, but before he could toss the phone back onto the nightstand, the device vibrated in his hand.

He squinted at the text.

Marsh: See you in 20.

Twenty?

Wags had set his alarm so he’d have an hour and a half before their call. He was halfway to replying a fuck off with your early cowboy nonsense when the rest of the lust fog cleared. He must’ve pressed the Snooze button more than once without realizing.

“Fuck you,” he cursed to no one, then peeled himself off the sticky sheets and hauled himself to the shower, reality a far cry from fantasy.