Page 40 of On the Mountain
“I don’t…do that.” I’d tried a few times, but they were strange and the people annoyed me. The humor didn’t make me laugh. Mostly it just made me feel stupid, though I knew I was smart.
“Oh my God! You have to. I’ll find good shows for us to watch. Maybe I can pay for a streaming service. You get the internet, right?”
“Yes.”
“How did you learn it?”
“I taught it to myself.”
“And that’s how you pay your bills and…connect with the world.”
I nodded, head throbbing. I rubbed my temples, needing a break. “That’s enough talking for a while.”
But eventually we would have to speak.
Cyrus nodded, then got his phone and played music while he cleaned the kitchen. I didn’t know who it was, but he definitely enjoyed it, dancing and singing with a spatula to a woman’s voice. My cabin was going to be much noisier with Cyrus here.
“Taylor is my girl.” He did a shimmy thing that made my dick harden.
You’re my boy, flittered through my head, and I didn’t shut down the thoughts.
After cleaning, he settled in with a book, and I got my laptop and searched streaming services. I’d spent years wanting to stay as disconnected as possible from the outside world while still having the knowledge to take care of myself, and yet, less than a week in my cabin and I was searching for the best way for him to watch shows.
When I finished, I chose a book of my own, preferring paper to e-books, and sat in my chair, trying to concentrate, but Cyrus kept drawing my attention. I wanted him naked. I wanted my dick inside him. I wanted…so many things I shouldn’t.
Cyrus looked at me over the top of his book. “What?”
I shook my head.
Something changed in his expression, and he set the book down, then stood and walked over to me. He stopped right in front of me, cheeks pink and breathing heavily. “Have you ever had a blowjob?”
“Yes. But I’ve never given one.” I would, though, for him.
“When I asked if you’re queer, you said you’re nothing.”
“Because I’m not. It’s different for me. I don’t use terms like that. It’s men I want to fuck, but there’s nothing beneath it. No emotions attached.”
He winced, and not for the first time, I realized I’d hurt him. But I couldn’t make promises I wouldn’t know how to keep.
He said, “I’ve never been in love, and I’m still gay, but you have the right to claim or reject any label. That doesn’t matter. Right now, all I can think about is how much I want to suck you.”
My dick throbbed. Bruce had gotten on his knees to suck me off, Hillary had too, but those situations weren’t the same as this. They weren’t Cyrus.
“Take your clothes off first,” I commanded.
“You want to see me? You like seeing me, don’t you?” He ripped the T-shirt over his head, then tugged down his jeans.
His pretty cock sprang free, hard and leaking and…what would it taste like on my tongue? What would it feel like to bring Cyrus that kind of pleasure?
“Yes,” I answered roughly.
“Will you take all your clothes off too? I like to see you as well, Crow.”
I trembled. Christ, what it did to me to hear him say my name. I couldn’t hold back the rumble that pulled from my throat.
I shoved to my feet and ripped off my clothes too. All these pieces of me he was taking…I hadn’t known I had the ability to give. The short time we had known each other didn’t matter, only our connection did, the deep-rooted feeling inside me that said Cyrus belonged to me.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, hand around the base of my cock, and sucked it into his mouth. I hissed, ran my fingers through his soft hair while he bobbed on my dick. It had been so long since I’d felt this—a hot, wet mouth on my prick—and Cyrus’s was skilled, and perfect, and God, I could live in this moment, dick in his throat, forever.