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must have been dry, because he felt it split. Ignoring the small pain, loving the way he could still feel the trails left all over his skin from Alek’s fingernails and teeth, Evan slipped his tongue out to catch Alek. His hands took hold of Alek’s hips. Alek set a quick pace, growling softly. He moved shallowly at first, but lost control a few times, going too deep and provoking small, plaintive whimpers from Evan.
Tingling, aching and exhausted, Evan was in a daze when, almost an hour later, they had finally gotten dressed again. Folded blanket tucked under an arm, Evan stood there while Alek said goodbye, needing to leave for a shift at work. He hooked a finger under Evan’s chin and tucked the folded scrap of paper with Evan’s phone number deeper into his front pocket. Kissing Evan, Alek licked over the tender, swollen split in Evan’s lower lip. After their second orgasms, they’d kissed, groped, scratched and nipped at each other, making out and rolling around on the ground for a long time. It had been passionate, not gentle, so Evan’s lip, as well as a few other places, felt sore.
“Sorry about that.”
“’S’okay. Really,” Evan murmured, feeling dizzy and sated.
“I won’t get home until late tonight, but can I call you tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Evan nodded.
“Perfect. Take care of yourself. Maybe get some ice for your lip.” Alek kissed him lightly again. “God, I miss you already.”
Evan fought futilely against a rising blush and muttered, “Me too.”
“Sure I can’t give you a ride?”
“Nah, I’m good. It’s a short walk.”
Watching Alek carefully drive back down the narrow lane, Evan smiled despite himself. He turned to cut across the field, back toward home.
Chapter 6
Out in the Open
Evan had hoped Brennan would be in his room, or the kitchen, or pretty much anywhere but the front hallway when he got home. But, no. He was there. Right there in the foyer, no way to avoid him. Then Evan had a half-second to hope the light was dim enough, or maybe Brennan was distracted enough not to pay him much mind.
Evan wasn’t that lucky. He saw his brother’s eyes fix onto his mouth and groaned inwardly. Then Brennan actually stepped closer and seemed to take a deeper breath than necessary—like he was sniffing for something.
Deflating, ready to walk around Brennan and flat-out ignore the guy if he had to, Evan set his jaw and moved to the side. “Excuse me.”
Brennan laid a hand flat on Evan’s chest, standing right in his space, eye-to-eye.
Then, Brennan asked him, “Are you okay?”
Evan knew what he looked like, or had an inkling at least. The initial split of his lip had been an accident, but the blowjob he’d given Alek, and the prolonged, rough kissing after, during which Alek had kept biting Evan’s swollen lower lip, probably had him looking like he’d been punched in the face. Add in scratch marks and love bites all over his body, cover it all in sweat, dirt and grass stains, and it didn’t make a pretty picture. And he knew he smelled like sex, and semen. He was pretty much covered in a thin film of it from his chest to his thighs.
“Excuse me,” Evan repeated, spreading his arms and looking directly down at the hand planted on his sternum.
“What happened?” Brennan’s gaze skittered over Evan’s face, like he was taking in every little detail.
“I was on a date. Now I’d like to shower, if you’d get the hell out of my way. Please.”
“A date,” Brennan repeated, sounding like he wasn’t buying it one bit. “Wow. He must have been a real nice guy.”
Evan snarled, “Shut up!” He drew an arm back to punch Brennan square in the mouth just as Brennan grabbed it, holding Evan back and pushing him into the closed door behind him.
“What’s his name?” Brennan yelled. “Where is he? I’m gonna kick his fucking ass!”
Evan recoiled like he was slapped. “What?” he said softly, all the fight draining out of him and transferring
Tingling, aching and exhausted, Evan was in a daze when, almost an hour later, they had finally gotten dressed again. Folded blanket tucked under an arm, Evan stood there while Alek said goodbye, needing to leave for a shift at work. He hooked a finger under Evan’s chin and tucked the folded scrap of paper with Evan’s phone number deeper into his front pocket. Kissing Evan, Alek licked over the tender, swollen split in Evan’s lower lip. After their second orgasms, they’d kissed, groped, scratched and nipped at each other, making out and rolling around on the ground for a long time. It had been passionate, not gentle, so Evan’s lip, as well as a few other places, felt sore.
“Sorry about that.”
“’S’okay. Really,” Evan murmured, feeling dizzy and sated.
“I won’t get home until late tonight, but can I call you tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Evan nodded.
“Perfect. Take care of yourself. Maybe get some ice for your lip.” Alek kissed him lightly again. “God, I miss you already.”
Evan fought futilely against a rising blush and muttered, “Me too.”
“Sure I can’t give you a ride?”
“Nah, I’m good. It’s a short walk.”
Watching Alek carefully drive back down the narrow lane, Evan smiled despite himself. He turned to cut across the field, back toward home.
Chapter 6
Out in the Open
Evan had hoped Brennan would be in his room, or the kitchen, or pretty much anywhere but the front hallway when he got home. But, no. He was there. Right there in the foyer, no way to avoid him. Then Evan had a half-second to hope the light was dim enough, or maybe Brennan was distracted enough not to pay him much mind.
Evan wasn’t that lucky. He saw his brother’s eyes fix onto his mouth and groaned inwardly. Then Brennan actually stepped closer and seemed to take a deeper breath than necessary—like he was sniffing for something.
Deflating, ready to walk around Brennan and flat-out ignore the guy if he had to, Evan set his jaw and moved to the side. “Excuse me.”
Brennan laid a hand flat on Evan’s chest, standing right in his space, eye-to-eye.
Then, Brennan asked him, “Are you okay?”
Evan knew what he looked like, or had an inkling at least. The initial split of his lip had been an accident, but the blowjob he’d given Alek, and the prolonged, rough kissing after, during which Alek had kept biting Evan’s swollen lower lip, probably had him looking like he’d been punched in the face. Add in scratch marks and love bites all over his body, cover it all in sweat, dirt and grass stains, and it didn’t make a pretty picture. And he knew he smelled like sex, and semen. He was pretty much covered in a thin film of it from his chest to his thighs.
“Excuse me,” Evan repeated, spreading his arms and looking directly down at the hand planted on his sternum.
“What happened?” Brennan’s gaze skittered over Evan’s face, like he was taking in every little detail.
“I was on a date. Now I’d like to shower, if you’d get the hell out of my way. Please.”
“A date,” Brennan repeated, sounding like he wasn’t buying it one bit. “Wow. He must have been a real nice guy.”
Evan snarled, “Shut up!” He drew an arm back to punch Brennan square in the mouth just as Brennan grabbed it, holding Evan back and pushing him into the closed door behind him.
“What’s his name?” Brennan yelled. “Where is he? I’m gonna kick his fucking ass!”
Evan recoiled like he was slapped. “What?” he said softly, all the fight draining out of him and transferring
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