Page 72 of Except You

And then we slump against each other, our bodies shaking slightly.

“Okay, well, dinner is ready,” Beau says, and I grin at him, our lips so damn close.

I should lean in and kiss him, but I don’t think I can. I don’t know what any of this means, and I try not to think too hard on it or I start to panic. My head starts to spin, and I lose the ability to breathe.

So I just push it aside and roll with it.

It feels too good not to just roll with it.

I can’t keep my hands to myself. It’s become a problem. We’re two weeks into giving each other hand jobs and frotting. Like I said, I’m obsessed. I eat, think, and drink Beau. I live for these moments. I’ve done little else other than work and spend time with him. I’ve even canceled on my brothers these past two weeks because I can’t bear it. I can’t stand the looks they give me.

Is this what Magnus felt like for all those years? No wonder he disowned us.

I trail my finger around the cum lining Beau’s belly button ring, and he bites his bottom lip, arching his hips out toward me slightly.

My brothers are immediately forgotten, as they should be. He’s so intoxicating.

Who knew I had such a high sex drive? We’re doing this three times a day. At least. Sometimes we take breaks during our workdays just to jack each other off. Sometimes I pull our cocks together just to watch him squirm. And neither of us is tired of it yet. We both seem equally as excited for it.

But it’s more than just sex. It really is. I just love when he’s near. Love that he spends the night at my place. He has clothes in my closet and in my dresser, and his shampoo is in my shower.

He’s everywhere, and I’m not even mad about it.

“So, I was thinking,” I say as I wipe Beau down. As soon as he got to my place after a long day of work, I locked Doggo outside and then pushed Beau against the door, slotted our dicks together, and rubbed one out. He, of course, came on a shout, spurting all over me, and then I, in turn, painted him with my cum.

Just watched it pour over his half-hard dick.

I want to do it again already and it’s only been a few minutes.

Fuck. I’ve lost my mind.

I’ve lost it, and it’s never felt this good.

“I was thinking we could go furniture shopping. That way you have somewhere to put your clothes. You know, since you are over here all the time.”

Beau’s eyelids flicker open as he slouches against the door.

“Yeah? I think that would be a great idea. It’s like we’re making this official. You and me.”

I like the sound of that. I help him back into his pants and then strip his soiled shirt from his head.

“Sorry I just bombarded you,” I say, feeling a little ashamed, but not really. Not when he comes like he does. He loves it just as much as I do. And god, the filthy things he says to me when I’m stroking us in tandem.

“Bombard me anytime. I really like it.”

He sighs when I pull him in for a hug, pressing a soft kiss to his neck before grabbing his hand and pulling him into the kitchen. It was my turn to cook, and cook I did.

Mostly burned it.

Had to order in. But I did that really well.

“Oh, smells delicious,” Beau says, peeking into the trash can, already sniffing out the fact that I ordered food from the Mexican place down the road.

“Do not even comment. I got distracted by your texts and burned the beans. And the rice.”

Beau blinks up innocently at me and places his hands beneath his chin. He knows what he did. He distracted me. Big time. Sending me filthy voice notes that he had no business sending during his workday.

“I didn’t say anything wrong. I was just repeating the things I said to you this morning.”