Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Teague puts his arm over the back of the bench, scoots closer, and brings his face within inches of Liam’s. “For someone who’s such an annoying showboat who wants to be looked at …” His voice is soft and sensitive. “I’ve … never actually felt seen … until right now.”
Feelings can’t be contained a second longer.
Liam leans forward and pushes his lips against Teague’s, as if in a desperate search to reclaim whatever they discovered while pressed to the side of the truck.
He feels Teague respond instantly, like it’s the gift he’s been waiting for all night.
The boys move even closer together on the bench, Teague tucking Liam under his arm as their kiss deepens. Chasing his desires, Liam pushes Teague down onto the bench as they continue making out, crawling over him. Their hands are starved to explore one another, held back too long. Liam starts working Teague out of his vest, button by button. The tuft of hair turns out to be just a square of craft faux fur stuffed into the top of the vest, which is swiftly tossed aside, revealing Teague’s real chest. The hanging bench creaks as the boys explore one another, their kissing fevered and unapologetic. Even the dog must be alerted by the activity, popping his head up.
The heat is fast becoming too much for this bench to handle.
A moment later finds a trail of clothes surrounding Teague’s bed. The sweaty sheets are spilled half onto the floor along with a checkered blanket and a pillow. The ceiling fan draws circles over their heads as the boys, naked and breathless, continue to kiss one another as if they may never have a night like this again.
At one point, Liam might have considered that making out was all they’d do tonight. But the chemistry was building longer than just since the moment they started the staring game. It’s obvious neither Teague nor Liam wanted to hold out any longer.
“Will you top me?” asks Teague, out of breath, during the tiniest of windows between their kisses. “I’ve only been with one other guy. It was terrible. Neither of us were into it. I feel like … I feel like this is my real first time. I should’ve waited. I should’ve—”
“You’re talking too much.” Liam smiles as Teague chuckles at himself and rolls his eyes, red-faced. “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.” The two kiss again. Liam runs a hand through Teague’s sweaty, messy hair. “I’m surprised Mr. Cocky Satyr wants to bottom for the bossy guy he’s been working under all summer.”
“I trust you.” The two lock eyes, the humor in them traded for something far more sensitive and intimate. “I want you to take the lead. Take care of me. Show me how it’s done, Liam.”
For a moment, Liam thought he was going to be called by the other name. He realizes he wouldn’t have minded. It would have seemed sweeter all of a sudden, coming from Teague’s lips in this moment between them. Maybe Peanut is a cute nickname.
“I’ll take care of you,” he says. Then the two give in to another wave of kisses.
It’s a promise he very much intends to keep.
The wind brushes softly against the window as Liam rolls on a condom and lubricates himself from a bottle Teague keeps in a red shoebox under his bed. When he lays himself over Teague’s back, pressing him to the sweaty sheets, Liam whispers, “You ready?” Teague’s soft grunt and a glance over his shoulder is his answer. It doesn’t take much force before Liam slides inside, and the boys moan from the long-anticipated sensation of unity. Liam begins to thrust in and out, gently and slowly at first, then picking up speed as their bodies grow accustomed to each other. The bed soon squeaks with every thrust. Their fingers entwine as the boys grab hold of one another in a tight embrace.
Liam didn’t imagine his night’s plans would possibly include making love, thrust by slippery thrust, hands linked and bodies glistening with sweat, with their soft moans and breaths touching every wall—as well as the occasional squeaking from the bed that can’t be avoided.
Whatever tensions or awkwardness transpired earlier tonight are long gone as Teague and Liam become one. Did they even have any problems? Did they even attend a hangout at Gracie’s? Any and all thoughts of the rest of the living world are so far away, they might as well be the only two people left on the planet.
Liam would love nothing more than for that to be true.
A moment later finds the boys turned onto their sides, Liam’s hand wrapped around Teague’s cock and jerking him in rhythm with his thrusts. They cling to each other in a tight and twisted embrace as their bodies rock as one, giving no care anymore to the noise of the bed.