LOGINLow.Deep.His cock burns hot in my palm. The sensation is strange both familiar and completely new at the same time.I stroke him the same way I stroke myself.He jerks violently in my arms, trying to stay still, trying to take it, but his body won’t cooperate. Each sound he makes grows rougher, more desperate.The weight of him presses against me solid, warm.Heavier than I expected.Exactly what I want.My free arm wraps firmly around his chest, holding him tight so he knows I’ve got him.Then I turn my head.My lips hover close to his ear.“Show me,” I whisper.I pull my hand away and guide his into place instead.He whines half protest, half need but he obeys instantly.And the sight nearly wrecks me.I watch him touch himself.His thumb presses firmly at the base while his other hand forms a loose grip around his shaft, sliding up and down. He
“Mm ” I agree weakly, blinking as my vision briefly doubles before settling back on him.His hand moves.Up.Then down.Stars explode behind my eyes.He’s right.I’m hard.Harder than last night.Harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.I start shifting helplessly in place, small desperate sounds slipping out of me every time his hand moves.His touch is cautious. Curious. Almost shy.And he keeps laughing softly.Little breathy laughs every time he touches me again.Not mocking.Never that.He’s laughing because he’s enjoying himself.Because he’s happy.“Wow,” he says.Then again a moment later.“Wow.”Every time he says it, my body reacts even more.He tugs my hair gently, pulling me forward into another kiss.This one isn’t gentle.It&rsqu
“But I’m learning,” he adds. “So… we go slow.”My brain turns into soup.“I guess you’ll have to be gentle with me.”I nod.Shake my head.Make a strange gurgling noise.He lifts my chin with one finger so I’m forced to meet his eyes.“Here’s the plan,” he says calmly. “I take some of your clothes off.”My lungs forget how to function.“You stay still.”My heart slams against my ribs.“And I… explore.”My shoulders start trembling uncontrollably.“O-okay.”His hands smooth down the front of my T-shirt.Slow.Warm.Heavy.I stare at them.“Uh-uh,” he murmurs, tapping two fingers under his own eyes. “Look at me.”I drag my gaze up.“Eyes here. The whole time.”I nod
Not even close.Nathan looks like heâs living the greatest night of his life.Cole finally hangs up after receiving very strict instructions: he is absolutely not allowed to pick Nathan up before ten tomorrow morning.Why?Because apparently âGranny makes pancakes on Saturdays and Sundays.âCole lowers the phone slowly.âHmph.âI shrug. âWell⌠I guess heâs not suffering too much.ââNo,â Cole mutters. âGuess heâs not.ââThatâs good though, right?ââSo good.âWe stare at each other.Then we both burst out laughing.âI know Iâm pathetic,â Cole says, shaking his head. âWhatâs your excuse?ââMy excuse?â I spread my hands dramatically. âNathan is illegally adorable. That child could cure bad moods on contact. Itâs not fair. Heâs just⌠ridiculously great.âColeâs shoulders lift slightly, pride flickering across his face.âThanks.ââYouâre doing an amazing job with him,â I add quietly. âSeriously. Youâre a great dad.âHe says thank you again but this time his voice sounds rougher.Weâre stan
My brain is still floating somewhere above the porch. “Right… about what?” I mumble.He gives me a look so intense it feels like my bones might melt.“You’re a very good kisser.”The noise that escapes me is horrifying. Some unholy mix between a squeak and a choke.I would absolutely die of embarrassmentbut chaos suddenly erupts across the street.“What the…?” Cole turns, squinting toward Luca and Tyler’s house.I follow his gaze.Something’s wrong with the window. There are hands moving around behind the glass arms waving but no faces. No bodies.Just frantic movement.“That’s weird,” I say. “Did something fall? I swear I heard a crash earlier.”Cole studies it for a second. “Pretty sure there used to be blinds on that window.”I blink. “Wait… the blinds are gone?&r
He’s trying to hide the grin.Which shouldn’t be hot.It really shouldn’t.And yet somehow it’s unbearably hot.By the time I finally figure out how to swallow my coffee, the heat from it travels straight down my throat… down my chest… lower… lower… until it lands somewhere that absolutely does not need extra warmth right now.Fantastic.Perfect timing.I have no idea how long we’ve been sitting here in silence, but I’m pretty sure this exceeds the socially acceptable limit for two humans sharing a porch swing and not speaking.Usually I’d jump in and save us. I’d grab a random topic weather, sports, weird news headline and run with it like a marathon sprinter.Today?Not happening.Because Cole is here.And he hasn’t told me to fill the silence.He’s closer than he normally sits. Not by much. Just enough t
Tyler Bennett povThere’s a persistent tapping at my door, soft at first, dragging me from the edge of sleep like a cruel hand. My eyes crack open, nothing. I drift back, only to be yanked out again. Three, four times now. Knuckles rapping against wood, steady, relentless. Who the he
Luca Moretti povFor the record, I knew going to Bennettâs room was a mistake. I knew it the second the thought crossed my mind. But I was furious shaking with it and still wrecked from what had happened. I needed somewhere to dump the rage before it ate me alive.I told myself Iâd just scare him a
Tyler Bennett povWe land in Vancouver, the city lights slicing through the dusk like knives. The bus waits, humming, ready to take us to the hotel. Tomorrow’s a matinee, which means the second we finish, we’re back in the air. My chest tightens with that familiar, electric ant
Luca Moretti povIf fuck around and find out had a face, it would be mine.Same mouth. Same nose. Same body built for bad decisions. Same hardheaded stupidity that refuses to learn even when the lesson comes with teeth. Iâve done this before donât get it twisted. I know this road. I know the ending







