Page 65 of Except You
When we make it to the fancy bathroom, one reserved for the VIP guests, we stride past the attendant and into an open stall.
I don’t even care that anyone could hear us, that anyone could walk in on us. I just want this ache to go away.
With the door closed, Beau and I turn to face each other, our breathing labored.
My hands reach out, lifting the hem of his sweater up over his head. Beau wets his lips when my fingers touch his warm skin.
“I know how much you cum. Gotta save this shirt.”
He huffs a laugh when I drape it over the stall door.
“Your turn,” Beau says, and I unbutton and pull mine off, setting it with his. My eyes flick to his pants as he shoves them down his legs. He widens his stance and the pants stretch over his thighs. He pulls his cock out next, and I watch as he starts to stroke it. It’s already hard and his foreskin is pulled back from his wet tip.
“Your turn,” he says, and I tug my pants down, exposing myself to him.
“Oh god, you have a nice cock,” Beau says just as I hear someone enter the bathroom. But neither of us care. We’re much too focused on each other as we start to stroke our dicks, our rhythm matching the other’s until we’re completely in sync.
“Oh yes, just like that,” Beau says softly, his head leaning back against the stall wall, his eyes on mine. “Tug it like I’m fucking you. Like I’m sitting on your dick.”
“Dude, someone is getting dick in here,” an unfamiliar voice says, and then another chuckles. But like I said, nothing could tear my focus from Beau. I don’t give a shit about any of it.
“More,” I say lowly, and Beau reaches down and grabs on to his balls with his free hand. He tugs on them, and I copy his movements, watching as Beau’s cock spurts clear precum onto the tip. Fuck, he’s so messy.
“I want to suck your dick. I want to gag on it.”
My fist picks up its pace.
“Let me suck it, Max. I’ll do it. I’ll suck you so good.”
I let out a low groan and move toward him, our legs hitting as I box him in with my body.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You on your knees, my cock in your mouth,” I whisper into his ear.
“Oh god, yes,” Beau says.
“Would you swallow?” I ask and he nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I’d feast on you, Max,” he whispers.
Oh fuck. My forehead falls to his, our lips nearly touching as we just breathe, inhaling each other.
“Come for me, Bow-tie. I want to use your cum on my dick.”
He lets out a deep moan, and I watch as cum bursts from his cock, his cheeks flushed, the tendon in his neck popped out. It splashes against his chest and hand and some even lands on my own cock.
I reach out and grab some and slick up my dick, using his warm cum as lube. It feels good, the slide of it. Love that a part of him is on me now.
Beau’s hands land on my neck and he bites down on my pulse point. The feel of his lips on my skin, the scent of him, are what throws me over the edge. I grunt my release and shake and moan until I’m sagging against him.
“Oh my god,” Beau says softly, his fingers threading through my hair. “That is never not good.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, pressed against him.
We only part when Beau starts to shiver. Then we clean up, both of our cheeks pink from the embarrassment of doing this where anyone could hear, and probably from the alcohol too.
“You okay?” Beau asks when we walk out and wash our hands.
“Yeah. Never better.”