Page 24 of Phoenix

Jule grinned and reached for Tor’s jean buttons as he lowered himself to his knees.

“There go the frozen veggies.”

“Shut the fuck up and scoot the chair back. There’s not enough room under here.”

Tor moved his ass off the chair and pushed it with one foot while he pulled his underwear under his balls. “I remember when you were small enough to fit under tables.” He sat back down and spread his legs.

“I bet you do.” Jule wedged himself between strong thighs and snaked his palm around Tor. “Damn.” He dipped down, inhaled Tor’s musky scent, and moaned. That alone was nearly enough to push him over edge. “You always smell so good.” He lapped at Tor’s balls, mouthed the base of his cock, and licked his way up a bulging vein and over to his crown.

“Jesus, Julie.” Tor dragged his fingers against the top of Jule’s head. He glanced up to see Tor’s neck arched, head tipped back, and eyes closed. His expression was blissful. “I am so hard it hurts.”

“A punch to the face doesn’t faze you but a blow job hurts?” Jule swirled his tongue around Tor’s cockhead and then sucked on it.

“Exactly,” Tor said breathlessly. “Keep that in mind next time you’re trying to punish me.”

“Dick,” he whispered and gently palmed Tor’s sac.

“Uh huh.”

Done talking, Jule focused on the treasure in front of him. He caressed Tor’s balls, rubbed his cheek against his shaft, dug his tongue into his slit, and eventually dropped his mouth over his erection. He let his saliva drool out, making the act wet and messy as he glided up and down, sucking and licking.

Above him, Tor panted and groaned. Around him, Tor’s legs flexed and shook. And against him, Tor’s hands clutched andclawed. It wouldn’t be long now. He knew exactly how Tor sounded and felt when he was getting off. That familiarity did it for him as much as everything else, and when Tor gripped his hair, his body frozen in that last second of rapture, he shoved his hand into his own pants and stroked himself fast, coming while he tasted and swallowed Tor’s release.

Chest heaving, he rested against Tor’s lap, his face pressed against his naked groin while Tor brushed his fingers through his hair. “Come up here,” Tor said after a couple of minutes.

“’Kay.” He straightened and tried to force his worn-out body off the floor. “I can’t move. You broke me.”

Tor bent down, slid his arms under Jule’s, and hauled him up. He was bigger than Tor, always had been, but Tor was stronger, always had been.

“Thanks.” He straddled Tor’s lap and laid his head on his shoulder, face pressed into his neck. “Are you going to tell me where you’ve been?”

“Can’t.” Tor wound his arms around him and held him tight.

He sighed but didn’t say anything. He had learned long ago that no amount of shouting or whining or punching would motivate Tor to say or do anything. “I hate it when we go this long without talking.”

“Me too.”

“Did you check in with your brothers?”

“Uh huh.” Tor kissed the top of his head. “Called them on the drive out here.”

“How are they?”

“Good. Trey got his six-month chip. That’s the longest he’s stayed sober so far.”

“Good for him. Glad he keeps trying.”

“Yeah. Ty’s not with whatever that latest one was named.”

“Darlene, and of course not. Dude goes through women faster than underwear.”

“No reason to throw away perfectly useable underwear.”

He pinched Tor’s nipple and he softly chuckled.

“Tan’s seeing someone new.”

“He got out?”