here.”
“This!” he shouted gesturing between them, then lower at their cocks. “This!”
“Oh, that. I have a few ideas,” Oak returned, the beginnings of a smile playing about his lips.
“ Jesus , that’s not what I mean.”
“Really? I dunno because you were pointing at my dick, man. I’m pretty good about figuring out what to do with my junk.” An edge of something harsh flashed behind Oak’s humor.
“You’re getting defensive again,” Wyatt noted.
“And why the hell not, boss?” He flung his arms wide and stood away from the wall. “Do you like what you see? It’s yours, you know. I wouldn’t fight you even if I knew it meant nothing to you. Do you know why?”
Wyatt shook his head.
“Because even a one night stand is more than I’d ever hoped for when it came to getting horizontal with you. Because even if you go about business tomorrow like I’m John’s kid, I’ll remember every second of what you’d feel like in me. Because there aren’t enough years left on this planet to keep me from thinking of exactly how you taste, Captain. That’s why.”
“Don’t call me that. Not now.”
“Captain?” When Wyatt nodded, Oak continued. “Fine, Peterman. Or am I allowed to call you Wyatt.”
Wyatt’s cock uncomfortably pressed his fly at the sound of his name on Oak’s lips. “Wyatt’s fine.”
“Awesome.” Oak continued in strutting form. “Then forgive me for my insubordination, but when it comes to explaining how wrong we are together,” he broke off, positioning his hands on either side of his open fly, like a lewd bracket. “Why don’t you just suck my cock, instead, huh? How does that sound.”
“Pretty damn fine,” Wyatt decided.
He crossed the short width of hallway, shoved Oak to the wall again and dropped to his knees.
Holy fuck! Wyatt was going to do it? Stunned, Oak could barely make sense of the kneeling man in front of him. What had been issued as an insult had turned into a bizarre fantasy.
Wyatt took hold of Oak’s waistband and looked up at him. Wyatt’s clear blue eyes regarded him unwaveringly. Oak sank his fingers into the man’s thick brown hair afraid a word would either stop him or start him toward the intended goal.
His cock wanted this, but should he? “What about Owen?”
“I explained about Owen.”
“Not exactly.”
“I thought you wanted this,” Wyatt said, his voice roughened with the same desire Oak saw in his steady gaze.
“I want a lot of things. You on your knees is a highlight.”
Wyatt smiled, an almost shy, playful grin tinged with heat. The broad shouldered man at his knees had been anything but timid the entire time Oak had known him. This intimate twist gave a flip to his belly.
Wyatt yanked Oak’s pants down. “I’m going to hell for this,” he murmured. He lowered his gaze to Oak’s swollen shaft. “I’m gonna enjoy the trip.”
He placed a kiss on the moist tip. Oak cracked his head on the wall. He pushed his hips forward, wanting to watch every minute of the captain’s mouth on his dick. Wyatt seemed to know it too, because he took his goddamn time rubbing those lips back and forth on the mushroom head.
Oak’s ass clenched. His groin had tight flutters warming the secret parts of his pelvis all the way to his spine. Wyatt’s tongue flicked out over the top, tasting the drop of moisture he found there and humming approval.
Oak thought he might explode. The culmination of years of crushing, lusting after this man who’d been out of his reach and way too sexy for his own good, had ended with the object on his knees tasting him like a dessert plate. The whimper was surely a manifestation of that and not his desperation to get fucked in the ass by the same guy.
By the time Wyatt’s mouth wrapped around the top, and his eyes lifted to Oak’s, he thought his legs would give. One of Wyatt’s huge hands flattened on his belly and slid higher, matching the slow progression of his mouth down the length of Oak’s shaft. He pulled
“This!” he shouted gesturing between them, then lower at their cocks. “This!”
“Oh, that. I have a few ideas,” Oak returned, the beginnings of a smile playing about his lips.
“ Jesus , that’s not what I mean.”
“Really? I dunno because you were pointing at my dick, man. I’m pretty good about figuring out what to do with my junk.” An edge of something harsh flashed behind Oak’s humor.
“You’re getting defensive again,” Wyatt noted.
“And why the hell not, boss?” He flung his arms wide and stood away from the wall. “Do you like what you see? It’s yours, you know. I wouldn’t fight you even if I knew it meant nothing to you. Do you know why?”
Wyatt shook his head.
“Because even a one night stand is more than I’d ever hoped for when it came to getting horizontal with you. Because even if you go about business tomorrow like I’m John’s kid, I’ll remember every second of what you’d feel like in me. Because there aren’t enough years left on this planet to keep me from thinking of exactly how you taste, Captain. That’s why.”
“Don’t call me that. Not now.”
“Captain?” When Wyatt nodded, Oak continued. “Fine, Peterman. Or am I allowed to call you Wyatt.”
Wyatt’s cock uncomfortably pressed his fly at the sound of his name on Oak’s lips. “Wyatt’s fine.”
“Awesome.” Oak continued in strutting form. “Then forgive me for my insubordination, but when it comes to explaining how wrong we are together,” he broke off, positioning his hands on either side of his open fly, like a lewd bracket. “Why don’t you just suck my cock, instead, huh? How does that sound.”
“Pretty damn fine,” Wyatt decided.
He crossed the short width of hallway, shoved Oak to the wall again and dropped to his knees.
Holy fuck! Wyatt was going to do it? Stunned, Oak could barely make sense of the kneeling man in front of him. What had been issued as an insult had turned into a bizarre fantasy.
Wyatt took hold of Oak’s waistband and looked up at him. Wyatt’s clear blue eyes regarded him unwaveringly. Oak sank his fingers into the man’s thick brown hair afraid a word would either stop him or start him toward the intended goal.
His cock wanted this, but should he? “What about Owen?”
“I explained about Owen.”
“Not exactly.”
“I thought you wanted this,” Wyatt said, his voice roughened with the same desire Oak saw in his steady gaze.
“I want a lot of things. You on your knees is a highlight.”
Wyatt smiled, an almost shy, playful grin tinged with heat. The broad shouldered man at his knees had been anything but timid the entire time Oak had known him. This intimate twist gave a flip to his belly.
Wyatt yanked Oak’s pants down. “I’m going to hell for this,” he murmured. He lowered his gaze to Oak’s swollen shaft. “I’m gonna enjoy the trip.”
He placed a kiss on the moist tip. Oak cracked his head on the wall. He pushed his hips forward, wanting to watch every minute of the captain’s mouth on his dick. Wyatt seemed to know it too, because he took his goddamn time rubbing those lips back and forth on the mushroom head.
Oak’s ass clenched. His groin had tight flutters warming the secret parts of his pelvis all the way to his spine. Wyatt’s tongue flicked out over the top, tasting the drop of moisture he found there and humming approval.
Oak thought he might explode. The culmination of years of crushing, lusting after this man who’d been out of his reach and way too sexy for his own good, had ended with the object on his knees tasting him like a dessert plate. The whimper was surely a manifestation of that and not his desperation to get fucked in the ass by the same guy.
By the time Wyatt’s mouth wrapped around the top, and his eyes lifted to Oak’s, he thought his legs would give. One of Wyatt’s huge hands flattened on his belly and slid higher, matching the slow progression of his mouth down the length of Oak’s shaft. He pulled
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