Page 1 of The Year of Us: October
Cory
I’d only lived in LA for a few weeks, but one thing that I’d learned about myself in that length of time was that I’d grown far more tired of travel than I realized.
But the more time I spent in one place, the less work I was taking out of town.
I’d only left on one trip since moving across the country, and that was a consult that had been scheduled months ago.
It was supposed to have taken four days, but I busted my ass and managed to get everything wrapped up in three and was back home a day early. I’d gotten in late and barely had time to fall asleep before Reese was climbing into bed with me, his slightly larger body blanketing mine.
Now, the next morning, I was sitting on the deck outside, enjoying a coffee, the view, and a conversation with Kale while Reese slept in.
“I never thought I’d say this, but LA suits you,” Kale said. “Now that you and the mister have kissed and made up. You look good, Cory.”
“Thanks. I feel like shit, though.” I swiped my hand down my face, clocking a thick layer of stubble that I had to shave off soon.
“Long night?” Kale asked, a knowing glimmer in his eye.
“Yeah, but not for the reasons you think. I got in late from a business trip.” I took a sip of my coffee and then leaned forward, bringing myself closer to the laptop sitting on the patio table.
“I didn’t realize how much I liked staying home until I had to leave. It was hell. It never used to be hell.”
Kale smirked at me. “That’s because you’ve never had someone to come home to. It makes all the difference.”
“I’ve cleared all my travel for the foreseeable future. The next trip I go on, it’s going to be a vacation, and I hope I can convince Reese to go with me.”
“Go with you where?” Reese asked, walking out onto the deck in a pair of low-slung pajama pants and a hoodie. I swore the only reason he wore them now was because he knew the minute he took it off, I was going to steal it and put it on. Obsessed? Me? Probably.
“Wherever you want.” I pulled a chair closer and patted the seat, signaling for Reese to sit down. “I was just telling Kale about my plans to cut back on work trips. Unless it’s for vacation, I don’t want to go anywhere anytime soon.”
Reese tried to hide his smile in his coffee, but I saw the corners of his mouth curve up. “I won’t argue with having you around all the time.” Reese slid his free hand over and rested it on my leg. He teased it upward, heading for my crotch. His poker face was immaculate.
“You should make him take you someplace warm,” Kale suggested to Reese, who smirked at him.
“I live in LA, Kale. The beach isn’t exactly a big draw for me.”
Kale rolled his eyes. “Is he always this much of a brat?” he asked me.
“He’s exactly the right amount of brat,” I answered back.
“Well, if not the beach, make him take you some place cold. Norway, perhaps.” A noise off-camera got Kale’s attention, and I watched his expression transform from pain-in-the-ass Kale to sappy-so-in-love Kale as Christian walked into the frame.
Kale grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down into a kiss.
I glanced over at Reese who met my gaze and mouthed the word hot.
Reese’s hand travelled higher, skimming over my cock.
Since we moved in, there wasn’t a room left in the place that we hadn’t fucked in already.
Except for the deck. It wasn’t super exposed to the neighbors.
The only ones with a direct line of sight would need binoculars to get a free show, but that didn’t stop me from freeing my dick from my pants and motioning for Reese to get to his knees.
“Geez,” he sassed. “A man can’t even finish his coffee now.”
His protest was weak and, without even worrying about what Kale and Christian would think, he slid to his knees and positioned himself between my thighs.
Reese wasted no time taking me deep into his mouth, and I indulged in the feeling of it, gently combing my fingers through his hair before turning my attention back to Kale. Christian was no longer in the frame, and Kale sat there with a knowing gaze.
“Really, Cory?”
“It’s a nice day for it. What can I say?”
Reese made it his mission to torment me as wickedly as he possibly could. His tongue traced the head of my cock, teased the slit, licked the length of the thick vein that ran up the underside.
I tried to keep chatting with Kale, but it was impossible. I was too far gone. Too tired from travelling and too desperate for anything Reese would give me to pretend that I could have a whole conversation that made any sort of sense while Reese so expertly sucked my brains out through my cock.
Kale, however, didn’t seem to mind and after a minute or two of watching me try to keep my shit together, he laughed. “The least you could do is give me a better angle. I can’t see shit.”
“Reese?” I asked, making sure that I wasn’t going to cross a line. We had discussed things like this before. Exhibitionism was on the list of things we wanted to explore, but I needed to check in with him, just to make sure.
Reese gave me the thumbs up and I grabbed my phone. Calling Kale on a video chat, I shut the laptop when he picked up and aimed the phone so he could see my cock disappear into Reese’s mouth.
“See how good he is.” With my free hand, I caressed Reese’s cheek, sank my hand into his hair, and tightened. “My sweet little slut.”
“You’re a lucky man, Cory,” Kale said to me.
“The luckiest.” This amount of exhibitionism was like dipping a toe into the ocean.
I wondered if Reese would let me take him at Rapture, or if that would be too much for him.
A former dom being dominated in his play space?
It might prove to be overwhelming. While Reese had come a long way and accepted a lot of things about the dynamic between us, it might be a bridge too far for me to ask that of him.
But that didn’t mean I was disappointed in him. Quite the opposite was true. Every time Reese stepped out of his comfort zone, I felt like I’d won the lottery all over again. Pride bloomed in my chest when he lifted his gaze and met mine.
“You’re so good, darling,” I told him, injecting as much affection into my voice as I could. Kale’s presence all but forgotten as I lost myself in Reese.