Page 78 of Sweet T

“For what?”

“Here it is.” Evan was quiet for a moment, reading, then said. “Thank God. We’re good.”

“What are you talking about?”

“My test results. All negative.”

“Oh,” Tucker said. “Sorry, I forgot. That’s gotta be a relief.”

“Yeah. He didn’t strike me as the promiscuous type at all but, you never know.”

“No, I guess you don’t.”

“Anyway,” Evan said. “If that was on the list you’re keeping, you can cross it off, too.”

Before they even saw the distant glow of Spoon’s City limits, Evan’s hand slid from Tucker’s leg to his inner thigh. Tucker kept his eyes on the road, saying nothing. His breathing increased. The truck slowed.

Evan squeezed at the denim intersection of Tucker’s legs, kneading the swell there.

“Oh,” Tucker said, head swaying dizzily. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“It’s a great idea. I kind of like having you busy with your hands. Makes things easier.”

Evan undid his safety belt. He reached over, unzipping Tucker’s pants.

“Wait, wait, wait. This is not safe. We could have an accident.”

“We’re out in the country on back roads. You’re driving fifteen miles an hour. Trust me, Tucker. I trust you. Just go real slow and I promise I will, too.”

Before Tucker could protest again, His cock was out and up in Evan’s hand. Evan went down on him.

Tucker had felt nothing quite like it before. Sure, he’d had Emmett’s clumsy attempts, but nothing like the hot, wet, attentive heaven he was getting now. Evan was taking him deep too, his head pushing into Tucker’s groin with exquisite pressure. He slowed the truck down to ten miles per hour, checking the rearview window. There were no cars in site. They were all alone, practically coasting, and he had never felt so good.

Evan came up, squeezing Tucker’s cock in his fist, licking at its head like an ice cream cone. “You’re huge,” he said. “Damn. Just what the doctor ordered.”

“I should pull over. What if a deer jumps out?”

Evan paid him no attention. Tucker was now oozing precum and Evan sucked at the tip greedily.

“Oh, my GOD. That feels so good.”

Evan stopped nursing at Tucker’s cock head and descended again, slow, burrowing his head into Tucker’s lap.

“Jesus Christ.” Tucker pulled the truck over to the shoulder and put it into park. He killed the engine, shifted the driver’s seat all the way back, and let his head recline.

Evan was going at him voraciously now, his head rising and falling steadily, titillating Tucker beyond anything he’d ever experienced before. Tucker combed his fingers through Evan’s hair, gripping his head and forcing it down while raising his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Evan’s throat. Evan took it with ease, even chuckling.

“Do that thing again,” Tucker said. “With the tip.”

Evan pulled off of him. “You like that, huh?”

“I do. I like you doing it especially.”

Evan put his lips around Tucker’s cock crown again, sucking the head only. He began stroking him with his fist.

“Oh, shit, Ev. You’re gonna make me come. I can’t hold back.”

Evan continued, fully intent on facilitating Tucker’s promise. Tucker seized. He made a sound similar to a hiccup, and then unloaded what felt like a decade of pent-up frustration in Evan’s mouth. He felt Evan’s tongue writhing and electric as it swam in his release, slathering his cock head with the hot glaze. And just when he thought he could come no more, Evan went down again, taking him fully, and he felt the surge emerge yet again from deep within, where pain and pleasure met with perfect balance. Tucker tensed a final time with this residual release, and then collapsed, melting into the leather seat, hands falling to his sides. His breath was labored, sporadic, and he was murmuring “Ohmanohmanohman.”