Page 43 of Flowers To Give
“No, no,” Jeremy exhales heavily before admitting, “It’s Clark. He- He kissed me.”
Brows shooting up, Barry is genuinely floored, “What?”
Jeremy shrugs, “It was our last week and I turned him down, so-”
“You turned him down?” Barry seems flabbergasted, “Clark Radison?”
“He’s our boss, Barry,” Jeremy comes up with a flimsy excuse, shrugging and sharing a sliver of the truth, “It’s too messy.”
“Well, that’s kind of your MO isn’t it?” Barry stares him down.
Jeremy stares back and then cracks a smile. Barry laughs a little too, some of the tension dissipating from the room. Jeremy dares to step closer asking, “So, are we good?”
“Yeah. I mean,” Barry rubs his neck but doesn’t step away, “I don’t know where we really stand, but it’s better than before.”
“Why can’t things just stay the same between us?” Jeremy asks.
“Maybe what I’ve wanted has changed,” Barry muses.
Jeremy stops his approach, asking, “Has it?”
“I don’t know. I,” Barry loses his words and he searches Jeremy’s face, expression tortured as he tells him, “You’re so hot. And I missed you. God, why did you have to be so hot?”
Biting his bottom lip coyly, Jeremy looks into Barry’s big brown eyes and asks slowly, “What do you want right now?”
Barry swallows thickly and leans towards Jeremy, answering thoughtfully, “You.”
“You promise you’re not mad at me anymore?” Jeremy’s fingers sneak under Barry’s belt, pulling him so their pelvises are flush.
Smirking sassily, Barry bends his head down and says, “Maybe a little. Depends.”
“On?”
“Can I kiss you?” Barry pushes his forehead against Jeremy’s, pressing.
Inhaling deeply, Jeremy asks, “You really want to?”
“Clark Radison was able to, why shouldn’t I?” Barry jests but the words hang heavy on Jeremy. He suddenly wishes he hadn’t told Barry that, doesn’t want that kiss to become a joke.
Jeremy suffocates that rush of emotion and refocuses on Barry. Nodding, he figures a kiss is a good enough apology, “Fine.”
Bending the last inch to meet Jeremy’s lips, Barry kisses him gently at first. Then, he inhales sharply and presses his tongue forward. Jeremy opens his mouth and the rest is obligatory, a disenchanting process that leaves Jeremy searching for something else. But he entertains the kiss, enjoying how Barry gets heated under the embrace and gyrates his hips into Jeremy, cupping his ass.
Jeremy’s hands are doing their own searching, indulging in Barry’s muscular build and his tall frame. His fingers travel from the short kinky hair down his strong back to his hips and down lower. Jeremy reaches between them and strokes Barry throughhis jeans. Barry breaks the kiss and says against Jeremy’s lips, “Here?”
“Why not?” Jeremy’s mind is getting hazy with lust, remembering how good it feels to be under Barry’s muscles once more.
He huffs and leans down to nibble at Jeremy’s pulse, whispering, “We’ll have to be quiet.”
Barry’s ear is right beside Jeremy’s mouth, whispering back, “I think I can handle that.”
The cock behind those jeans pulses in Jeremy’s hand. That’s enough of an incentive for Jeremy, making quick work of the zipper and pulling out the member. Getting out from under Barry’s mouth, Jeremy sinks to his knees and breathes heavily over the engorged dick. Barry’s extra large hand pets through Jeremy’s wavy hair and grips tightly, pointing the tip at Jeremy’s mouth.
Sucking in the cock head, Jeremy decides this activity is much more favorable than making out. He flattens his tongue on the underside of Barry’s hefty cock and licks down the length as it easily taps the back of his throat. He opens his throat for the meat to get in deep, pushing as far as possible before slurping back to the tip and going back down. The fingers at Jeremy’s scalp tug and Jeremy audibly pops off the cock.
Looking up, Barry is holding a finger to his lips as a sign to keep quiet and hand snaking to Jeremy’s arm to tug him to his feet. Eye to eye again, Barry leans forward and whispers, “Keep doing that and I ain’t gonna last long.”
“Let’s not waste anymore time then,” Jeremy insists, undoing his own belt buckle.
