Page 78 of Bro Code

“Mm.” Riley unbuttoned his fly.

“–which is like–” Louis’ breath caught as Riley hooked his fingers into his waistband and began pulling down his jeans, “–which is where they stacked the lumber horizontally–”

“I see.” Louis’ dick sprang out, nearly poking Riley in the chin as he knelt, pulling Louis’ jeans down the rest of the way.

“Yeah, so then–” Louis swallowed. “So that requires a lot of hardwood–”

He sucked in a breath as Riley wrapped his hand around him. “Yeah, there is a ton of hard wood in this room,” said Riley.

Louis looked down and met his eye as Riley moved in to put his lips on him. “I feel like you’re not taking this tour seriously.”

“I’m taking it very seriously.” Riley frowned studiously up at him, kissing the tip of his dick as he stroked him. “Hardwood. Ottawa Valley. Peas on peas.”

Louis snorted. “Pièce sur Pièce.”

“Ah, you know I’m really not good at French,” said Riley, and rolled his tongue around the head. “Do go on, professor.”

“So it’s all old-growth lumber…” Louis said, his voice getting tight as Riley wrapped his mouth around him. “And – ah – and the uh, and because the wood is so dense–”

“Mm, so dense,” murmured Riley, around him.

Louis snorted. “Fuck off.”

“I’m listening.” He cupped Louis’ balls as he took him all the way down.

“And because the wood – fuck – and because the wood is so dense it’s really well insulated,” he said, very quickly, like he was trying to get it all out, “which, you know–” Riley opened his throat as wide as he could to take Louis as deep as possible. “Jesus, Riley – which is good because the winters are so cold,” he finished, as fast as he could.

Riley looked up, pressing his tongue flat to the underside of his cock as he slid all the way off. “That’s it?”

“Uh huh.” Louis looked down.

“Thank God.”

He held Louis’ gaze as he swallowed him again, and Louis’ hands slid into his hair as he bobbed his head and worked his balls with one hand. He could do this all night – feeling how hard Louis was against his tongue, the weight and smoothness of his balls. The little noises he was starting to make.

“Shit, Riley–” Louis gripped his hair. “You can’t do that much longer–”

“Mm. Why not?”

“Because I’ll come, you dick.”

“That’s fine,” said Riley. “Maybe I just wanna do this.” He still owed him from the club in North Carolina, anyway.

Louis made a frustrated little noise. “No, come on, I want you to fuck me.”

Hot. It was so cute when he got all frustrated. “You’re not used to not getting your way, are you?” he said, pausing to slide his tongue up and down Louis’ slit.

“Yeah, I’m – oh, fuck – I’m pretty much usually the one in charge.”

“This must be so frustrating for you.”

“It is – god – yup. It really is.” Riley took him all the way down again and he actually whined. “Come on, you said you were gonna be nice to me.”

Riley paused at the top, working him with his hand. He had said that. He stood up, pulling Louis in to kiss him. “Alright. What do you want?”

Louis pointed to the bed. “Take off your clothes and lie down.”

Riley’s eyebrows jumped. “Aye, Sir.”