#Rev (GearShark #2)(52)

“We’re not gonna need speed tonight.” I set it aside.

His back hit the wall when I slid down his body. Knowing what I was going for, his hips jutted out, and I laughed deep in my throat. Drew loved getting head. I might even argue he liked it more than French fries.

My knees hit the floor once his shoes and pants were gone, and I knelt before his steely dick, which stood out from his body at attention.

The weight of his balls in my palm was now familiar, and I squeezed gently, cupping them and using my fingers to gently massage the base of his cock.

He made a satisfied sound, and his palms flattened on either side of his hips against the door. I took his cock slow, wrapping my lips around the taut flesh and slipping down, taking him deep.

When his tip hit the back of my throat, he muttered something incoherent. I pulled back slightly and began to work his rod, making sure it was good and slick and he was good and worked up before pulling back almost completely to suck just the head past my lips and graze my teeth on the sensitive spot on the underside.

He shuddered in my mouth, and I grabbed his hips. Using my hands, I started guiding his body into a rhythm that allowed him to essentially f*ck my mouth.

After a few minutes of my guidance, one of his hands slid into my hair and gripped while his hips took over all on their own.

As he thrust himself into my mouth, I massaged his balls and caressed his inner thighs. The hand tangled in my hair started to tremble, and his hips moved faster. My lips tightened around his quivering dick, and he whispered my name.

I liked when he whispered my name.

His orgasm exploded across my tongue. His cock literally pumped like its life depended on it. Drew collapsed against the door, and I moved with him, gripping his hips and taking over since he was no longer able to move.

I drank him down. Taking in a part of him was natural to me, as if he were an acquired taste I never had to actually acquire.

I sucked him dry and then lifted my head. His chest heaved, and the instant my mouth released him, his body began to melt down the door, sliding into a practical puddle until his ass hit the floor.

I sank back onto my ass, sitting directly in front of him, spreading my legs so he was in between them.

“We need to get our own place,” he said, a little out of breath.

“It definitely would have some advantages.” I agreed.

“Tonight was a good night.” His chin came down so we could meet eyes.

“Yeah.” I let myself grin. I honestly didn’t expect it to go so well. Trying to guess someone’s reaction to a male-male relationship was like trying to figure out why a dog’s farts smelled so bad.

Though I tried not to show it, I’d been worried. How could I not be? Drew was risking everything. I honestly didn’t know what I would’ve done if Gamble had turned him away.

It probably wouldn’t have been pretty.

“You up for the interview with GearShark?” Drew asked.

“Absolutely.” I was looking forward to it. It was what I wanted to begin with, a chance to carve out a place in this life for Drew and me.

“You were on fire tonight at dinner. You really like all that business stuff.”

I made a face. “You get your adrenaline from cars; I get mine from closing deals.”

“Graduation is coming.” He pointed out.

“Amen.”

He smiled, then turned serious. “So how about it?”

“How about what?”

“How about we get our own place.”

One minute my heart was beating along just fine, and then it stuttered. I felt it trip and then restart. He wanted to move in together.

A serious case of homesickness washed over me. Just the idea of permanently occupying the same place as him made me long for that home. As if all along I’d known that’s where I belonged, but I’d only just gotten the directions.

“You just want me to blow you every day.” I joked because it was the only way I could process what he suggested.

It was so intensely craved, I almost hurt.

To belong somewhere, to someone, and for that blessing to meet me every day at the door…

“You already do that.” Drew pointed out, humor in his tone.

It sounded odd, the humor, because even though I’d just made a joke, there wasn’t anything funny about this.

“You really want to get a place?” I asked.

“I really do.”

“Me, too.” Damn. My voice was hoarse.

Drew stood and held out a hand to me. “C’mon, I feel like taking a shower with the door open.”

I chortled and placed my hand in his, allowing him to pull me to my feet. I started toward the bathroom first, but he pulled me back around.

His arms were strong when they wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me in for a tight hug. I stepped in a little closer to soak in as much of Drew as I could while returning the hold.

“Thanks for being there tonight,” he whispered in my ear.

Like I’d be anywhere else.

“I’ll always be here for you. Best friend’s honor,” I vowed. Because even though tonight was about us and the part of our relationship that was more than friends, the kind of support we needed for something like coming out to Gamble could only be the kind a best friend could give.

Drew pulled back but kept hold of my hand to lead me past the king-size bed and into the bathroom. “I hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight.” He reached out and grabbed my cock right through my open jeans.