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“Yeah, that’s it. How did you know?”
“Because your Daddy P never misses an episode of Project Runway. She doesn’t need a scholarship. I’ll pay for it. Shelly’s family.”
“I told her that. But she wants to do it on her own.”
Titus released Tucker and leaned forward. He raised hands to his head, combing his fingers through his hair with a sigh. “She gets that from her father. He never cared much for us. Even early on, when you two were little and she and Roz were here all the time. I can count on one hand the number of times he visited... and his invitation was always open.”
“Shelly said he was jealous of your relationship with Roz. That he didn’t understand how her mother could help raise a white man’s kid... a gay white man’s kid.”
“I suspected as much, though Roz never said. She loved us too much to let something that petty come between us. She was like a sister to me, T.”
“I know. Shelly does too. That’s all that matters.”
“Why does everything have to be so goddamned complicated? Why can’t people just love who they want to love regardless of their skin color or what private parts they prefer? I thought things were bad when I fell for your Daddy P. And now, even though the Supreme Court passed gay marriage less than a month ago, things haven’t changed. Hell, Evan got the crap kicked out of him on the same day. It’s fucking frustrating. I don’t think people will ever get their shit together.”
Tucker eyed Titus, offering a small, mischievous smile.
“Sorry,” Titus said. “I guess I sound like a raving lunatic.”
“No. You sound like my daddy.”
* * *
When Evan got home late that evening, Tucker still had his nose in the book. He was reading in bed and set the tablet down.
“You’ve been gone for a while. Did everything go well?”
Evan heaved an enormous sigh, removing his t-shirt. “Yes. Just long. Tech rehearsals always are. Starting and stopping to adjust lighting, test sound cues, etc. Since Sebastian is in it and directing, he showed me a little of what he wants lighting wise, so I could help with the scenes I’m not in. Community theatre is a lot of work. Everyone other than Sebastian volunteers, so he has to roll with other people’s schedules and do a lot of the work himself. I feel for him, so I stayed late to help.”
“That’s very kind of you, but I’m glad you’re home.”
“Me too.” Evan shimmied out of his pants and underwear and slipped under the covers with Tucker. “I’m glad to come home to a naked man reading in bed. I can’t think of anything sexier.”
“You could have stood over there a minute longer, you know. Maybe let me see you undress a little slower, flex those tattoos, and wiggle that fuzzy little butt of yours.”
Evan reached for Tucker’s cock. “Whoa. Check this gear shift. You must be in a good part of that book.” He softly tweaked one of Tucker’s nipples as if turning a key in the ignition, pointing Tucker’s erection with his other hand like shifting gears. “Vroom, vroom.”
“There are a lot of good parts. Platoon initiations. Private inspections. After-hours discipline. I’ve been horny for about three hours now.”
“That settles it. We’re getting Kindle Unlimited.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll explain later,” Evan said, reaching for a tube of lube in the nightstand drawer. “I think I want to try riding that big rod again.”
“Really? I don’t want to hurt you. You know I’m completely happy the other way around.”
“I do, and we’ll do that too. I promise. But right now, your head’s full of military porn. Play sergeant.” Evan took the tablet from Tucker’s hands and replaced it with the lube. Then, on his knees, he turned, facing the foot of the bed, his rear raised and less than a foot and a half from Tucker’s face. “Inspect me.”
Any reservations Tucker had were overridden by instinct. Evan’s underside was spread before him like a buffet. Tucker reached out and grabbed Evan’s dangling cock, pushing up on it so that Evan’s balls puddled at the top of his fist. With his other hand, Tucker traced the seam up Evan’s taint to his entrance, lightly circling the tender folds there. “Back up. Closer,” he said.
“Yes, sir.” Evan complied.
Now Tucker didn’t have to move. With Evan’s cock still in his hand, he opened his mouth and lapped at Evan’s nutsack. It was like holding an ice cream cone, only Evan’s balls were the two scoops. But he didn’t linger, as there was so much more to choose from. Tucker wanted it all. Had he been a cartoon, he would have unhinged his jaw, opened impossibly wide, and engulfed all of Evan’s personal parts together. Having him in both hand and mouth, Tucker felt possessive and not unlike a dog. If someone attempted to come between them at this moment, he would have likely snapped at them.
He released Evan’s cock, licking up his perineum, and parting Evan’s ass cheeks. He lapped full strokes of Evan’s crevice now, spreading him wider, before his lips settled on Evan’s entrance, prying at it with the tip of his tongue.
“Unh,” Evan groaned, pushing backward to assist. “Oh, T. That’s amazing.”