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“Oh. Oh, yeah. This feels pretty damn good.”
“I’m falling pretty damn hard for you, T. If you hadn’t noticed.”
“The feeling’s mutual. But I’m glad you told me.”
Evan’s breath hitched. “I’m so close.”
“Good, because I’m already coming.”
“I know. I can feel your heat flooding me. Holy fuck. It feels so good knowing it’s you.”
Tucker felt warmth too, but on the outside. It was Evan’s cock, sandwiched between them, now releasing. Their mutual climax with such little effort was beyond any intimacy he could imagine. And as he sat there holding their trembling bodies together, Tucker had never in his life felt something so right.
Most times they avoided the small shower together, but this night they made it work. They cleaned each other up, toweled each other off, and barely kept their hands off each other all the way back to the bedroom. It wasn’t purely sexual this time, though. Something different had sparked between them. Both craved contact to convince them that what happened—what was happening—was real.
Tucker held the sheet up and Evan nestled in beside him. “I know you’re nervous about the show,” he said. “I want you to go to these last four rehearsals.”
Evan’s eyes brightened. “Really? But how will you cover things?”
“The tavern’s schedule is screwy all week anyway, what with me going to the show Thursday and Shelly and Ben going on Friday. So, I spoke to Chuck and Brody. Since they’re going on Saturday, they’re going to help me out so that we have coverage.”
Evan, overcome with joy, squeezed Tucker, his eyes brimming with tears. “I love you.”
“I think we went over all that in the moment. But yeah, I love you too, Ev. We’re gonna figure out a way to make this work. Promise me?”
“I promise.”
“And thank you for helping me patch things up with Daddy.”
Evan gave Tucker a blank look of surprise. “Why, I have no idea what you mean.”
Tucker chuckled. “Maybe acting isn’t your forte, after all.”
“Did you speak with him?”
“I did. He's taken a shine to you as well.”
“I hope so. I told him I’d build him a website, that we’d get his dream of inclusiveness in Spoon rolling.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. I’m surprised he didn’t change his mind and make you his best man.”
“He loves you, Tucker, and he reminds me a lot of you. He gets derailed too, but his heart is in the right place.”
“I’m glad you’re seeing that. So when does all this start?”
“He wants to have a meeting with you, me, and Barb on Thursday morning.”
“How did I get on this committee?”
“I think he’s trying to lure me into staying here.”
“Yes, sir. I’d say you’re beginning to know my daddy well. But don’t let him sway you. If your dream is Atlanta, I’ll go with you, if need be.”
“I don’t want to think about it right now. I’d rather you consider this.” Evan took Tucker’s hand and put it between his legs.
“Hmm? OK. But you’re on top this time.”
“That’s right, private. I’m your new drill sergeant.”