Page 79 of Sweet T
Evan rose. He squeezed once more at Tucker’s engorged but spent dick in the moonlight, licking at its head and relishing the remnants of its reward. “You are something else, Tucker Shepherd. Sweet T is the perfect nickname. You’re as sweet as honey.”
Tucker eyed him, doubting.
Evan shifted, lifting his leg over Tucker and straddled him, back brushing the steering wheel. His size made easy what would have been impossible for others. He lowered himself into Tucker’s lap, put his arms around Tucker’s neck, and said, “See for yourself.”
They kissed. Only this time, it was not as gentle a kiss as before. Evan’s tongue found Tucker’s, and they wrestled with slippery abandon.
After, Evan asked, “What’s the verdict?”
“Honestly? It is kind of sweet. I never would have thought that.”
“Not all guys are. Some are salty. Some are both. Some are so pungent it’s hard to take. But you, my dear, are delicious.”
Though their faces were in shadow, Evan caught Tucker’s wry expression. “I didn’t realize you were such a cock-sucking expert,” he said.
“I told you I was no saint.”
“I want to taste yours.”
“OK. But I really want you in me first, if you don’t mind. Honestly, I’m tempted to lube you up and do it right here, right now.”
“I don’t have any lube, Ev... or condoms. And all I have at home is lotion.”
“I have some in my backpack. And condoms. But I don’t really want to use a condom unless you do. I need to feel you in me, T.”
“Has this got something to do with what happened?”
Evan nodded.
“Then I don’t need a condom. You got your results. That’s good enough for me. I just want to help you any way I can. Surely, you know that by now.”
“I do. Let’s go home, though. It’ll be more comfortable there. You need room, and I want your first time to be uninhibited.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means I want you to pound me bow-legged.”
* * *
When they entered, Tucker was having second thoughts. Evan was fast becoming paramount in his life, and he was worried physicality between them would complicate things. He had been obsessed with Emmett after their first encounter, and that had led to years of literal come-and-go activity, followed by more years of low self-esteem, doubt, and depression.
Evan, sensing this reticence, took his hand. “Everything’s gonna be fine,” he said, misinterpreting Tucker’s apprehension as performance anxiety. “We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with. I promise.”
He led Tucker by hand to the bedroom, releasing him long enough to go to the bed, unzip his backpack, and remove the lubricant. Tucker watched him from behind as he did so, seeing the sculpted curves of Evan’s back undulating with his movement beneath the taut fabric of his t-shirt. As if feeling Tucker’s eyes on him, Evan lifted the shirt by the hem, peeling it up and off. Then Tucker saw those large, tattooed angel wings and his nervousness subsided.
Evan turned. He smiled, and with those kind, preternatural blue eyes, calmed Tucker more. Tucker stepped toward him as if being pulled and Evan met him halfway, reaching up and unbuttoning Tucker’s shirt.
“I haven’t told you this yet,” Evan said, “because I was afraid you’d think I was weird. But that first morning, when you were taking a shower, I almost opened the door on you.”
“Yeah? You gotta go, you gotta go, I suppose.”
“No. That’s not what I meant. I was waiting until I heard the shower curtain open, specifically to catch you naked. I’m impulsive that way sometimes, childish. It’s not a good look, I know.”
“It’s OK. We all do stupid things.”
“I told myself I was getting even with you for seeing me in the bedroom that morning, but that wasn’t it at all. I wanted you, Tucker, even then.” Evan undid the last button and opened Tucker’s shirt. His hands skimmed the firm flesh of Tucker’s smooth chest. “I wanted to see this. I wanted to see all of you.”
Tucker pulled Evan’s bare torso to his own and held him there. “Me too. I was wrestling with demons of my own. Trying to play nursemaid and trying my damnedest not to stare at you in the bathtub.”