Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
“I’m not.” I slide my hand a little higher. “Why Tom and Jerry?”
He stares at the door, his breath hitching, then slides his gaze to the ceiling, and his voice sounds distant. “They remind me of the stars. They drown out the noise, and it feels…comforting.”
“What…noise?”
His head jerks in my direction, and his eyes widen before he hides behind the facade he wears so well. “Just noise, I guess. Anyway, it’s rare for me to sleep so soundly for hours.”
“Well, you did. You were even snoring.”
“I do not snore,” he says, sounding so adorably offended, I want to eat him up.
“You were drooling, too.”
“I don’t drool!”
“If you say so.” I grin, ruffling his hair, and his expression ignites with fire.
Then, in a fraction of a second, he jerks up and straddles my waist, slamming my wrist against the headboard. “You have a death wish?”
“Not really.” I grab his waist with my free hand and slam him down until his hardening cock grinds on mine. “Mmm. I do have another wish, though.”
“Oh, fuck.” He rubs himself on my cock, back and forth, the friction through our boxer briefs making it hot and heavy.
“That’s it, baby. Want to ride me?”
“Why does this feel good? Why do you feel so goddamn…fuck… Ungh.”
“Move your hips…yes, just like that…” I thrust against him from the bottom.
“Holy shit…”
My balls fill up just at the view of him looking so heartbreakingly beautiful with that snake looped all over his right side and arm.
“What does this mean?” I ask in a moan as his cock drags around mine. “The snake?”
“Um…unghh…it’s someone from the past.”
“Who?”
“Myself.” His eyes hood, a shine lurking deep, his cock rubbing aggressively against mine through the boxer briefs. “I just couldn’t shed my own skin and this…”
He raises himself up, then sits on my groin, still rubbing our cocks together, but the rhythm is slowed down. With a shaky exhale, he lifts my palm and places it on the fracture in his sternum. “This is why I couldn’t shed that skin. I’m barely stitched together, Marcus. Fucking barely.”
I open my mouth, but he places a hand on it. “Shh, don’t talk, okay? Just make me feel good. You do that so well, Marcus. No one does it like you.”
Christ.
I’m about to flip us over and fuck him, but a noise comes from outside.
Preston is too busy humping my cock to notice it.
Fuck.
I grab his arm and pull him down, then clutch the sheet as a knock echoes in the air.
“Marcus?” The door opens just as I drag the sheet to the middle of our chests.
And sure enough, Mom—who I totally forgot comes home at this time—peeks inside. “Guess what? I brought fresh bagels for breakfast—”
She stares, her mouth hanging open as she takes in the scene, or at least the guy lying in my arms.
Preston’s face is tinting red as his body shivers against mine.
“Morning, Mom,” I say nonchalantly.
“Morning, sweetie.” She clears her throat. “I’ll…see you and your friend downstairs, yeah?”
“See you in a bit,” I say, and she closes the door.
We both remain silent as the sound of her footsteps disappears down the hall.
“Shit…” he mumbles, burying his head in the pillow. “Kill me.”
“I’d rather not.” I slide my fingers in his hair, because I can’t not.
He lifts his head. “Why are you so nonchalant about this? You’re used to your mom walking in on you having sex?”
“No, told you that doesn’t happen here. Until you, that is.”
He bites the corner of his lip. “How…was it when you came out to her? Assuming you did?”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t say I did officially. She saw me with a guy a couple of years ago, and said, ‘Oh, well, I’m not jealous at all that you have variety while little old me is stuck with men.’ And she air-quoted the word ‘men,’ then rolled her eyes.”
He laughs, the sound making his chest vibrate against mine. “She seems like such a baddie.”
“She is.” I stroke my fingers through his hair. “If your mom were alive, would you ever introduce me?”
He nods absentmindedly. “I guess.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Mom was such a fun person, had so many queer friends, she’d celebrate it, probably throw a big-ass party.” He smiles with a soft look in his eyes.
“So your homophobia didn’t come from your mom.”
“I’m not homophobic. I respect people’s sexualities.”
“Except when it’s you?”
He shrugs. “I just…struggle with it.”
“Why? If you enjoy it so much, why can’t you accept it?”
“It just brings up unwanted thoughts.”
“Like?”
“Nothing.” He clears his throat then stares at me from under his lashes. “I just don’t think I want to come out. Would you…hate that?”
“You don’t have to come out. Not many people like labels. I don’t.”
“I feel like you’re mad when I hide.”
“From me. I get mad when you hide from me, Preston.”
“I will…” He swallows hard. “I’ll try my best not to do that.”