by Riley Hart
Why didn’t that thought bother him more than it did?
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Wow. That’s really fantastic what you do, Austin. I’d love to jump in and help any way I can,” Quinn told the redhead. Austin and Dare had joined them a little while ago. It wasn’t something they never did, which made the fact that Miles had freaked out about it the other night even worse.
“We’re always looking for volunteers. Oliver helps out,” Austin told Quinn, and Miles watched as Quinn made eye contact with Ollie. He wanted this, Miles could tell.
“Yeah. It’s great. The kids are really wonderful. It’s become a very important part of my life,” Ollie replied. “I can get your number from Miles, and maybe we can set something up.”
Miles felt Quinn tense up slightly and he knew what it was for. Quinn wasn’t sure how Miles would feel about that. If Miles would turn into an asshole on him again.
He’d definitely connected with Miles’s friends tonight but Miles had noticed he tread the line very carefully, obviously worried that Miles would feel he encroached on his life, which made him a dickhead. Quinn shouldn’t have to be so careful.
Miles wrapped an arm around Quinn’s shoulders. “I’ll text you his number,” Miles told Oliver. The words stuck in his throat slightly but Miles ignored it.
Quinn relaxed, touched his leg, and Miles welcomed the feel of his hand there.
“I grew up in the system,” Quinn announced. “I bounced around from home to home most of my life. It’d feel good to help kids who are struggling, too. Oh. You know what we can do? Maybe we can set up something at my work? They can come in and test some of the games. Or if that wouldn’t work, I can arrange to have equipment brought to the center. It’ll take some finagling but I can make it happen. Do you think they would like something like that?”
Austin’s eyes practically glowed.
Oliver cocked his head, studied Miles and Quinn, but none of that mattered to Miles right then. Nothing mattered other than Quinn. Miles’s pulse jackhammered and his chest began to ache, to feel a fullness that made it almost impossible to breathe.
“Wow…that’s incredible, Quinn,” Austin answered. “They would love it. Dare spent some time on the streets when he was a teenager, so I’m sure he can relate to how that felt. If you don’t mind, I’ll get your number from Miles as well. We can set up a meeting to see what we can figure out.”
Miles nodded but didn’t look away from Quinn. He hadn’t known that about Dare. He also didn’t know why Quinn’s offer struck him so deep in his chest, but it did. It wasn’t just that either. Wasn’t just Quinn’s kindness when it came to helping kids or the way he could announce his past so easily…it was seeing him fit so seamlessly with Chance, Matt, and Oliver. It was seeing his worlds combined in a way he never thought. Hell, he never pictured much of a world for himself outside of his job, his parents, and his friends, but here Quinn was becoming this whole new universe for Miles to explore.
“Of course. Go for it,” Quinn answered Austin, but then glanced toward Miles. He could see the wheels turning in Quinn’s brain. Could see that Quinn knew this night meant something to Miles, meant more to him than he thought it would.
Quinn winked then turned away, giving Miles space, but he didn’t think he needed it. He really fucking didn’t. Space was the last thing he wanted from Quinn right now.
“You have an eyelash on your face.” Chance reached out and collected the lash from Quinn’s cheek. That was strangely his thing but unlike he’d do with Miles, he moved to wipe it away when Quinn stopped him.
“What the fuck are you doing? I have to make a wish,” Quinn said.
An ear-to-ear smile pulled across Chance’s face. “I love you. Like, I really think I’m in love with you. Miles acts like I’m torturing him when I force him to make a wish.”
Chance’s eyes were lined in black. He winked at Miles who shook his head. “I’m not that bad.”
“You don’t like wishes? It’s as though I don’t even know you anymore…” Quinn teased, and the whole table erupted in laughter.
At his expense, of course.
“I hate you all,” he said but really he thought it might be the best Friday night he’d ever had.
*
They were both quiet on the way home.
Quinn didn’t know what Miles was thinking, but it was pretty obvious he had something on his mind.
Quinn did as well.
Their relationship had taken a turn tonight. At least on Quinn’s side. Sitting at the table at Wild Side, he’d felt part of a group, felt a friendship and camaraderie that he wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced. Yes, he had friends and coworkers and Christian. He laughed with people and drank with people and went out with people, but it was very rare that there was a connection he felt in his bones. A mutual respect and passion that he’d lived tonight. That he felt with Miles every day and he now felt with Miles’s friends.
They were a group who loved each other fiercely. Who cared about others. Who had accepted him into their fold because he was with Miles. It wasn’t often people found that kind of relationship, that soul-deep connection, and Quinn wasn’t sure why it almost made him feel…sad.
Maybe the sorrow came from not knowing exactly how Miles felt about tonight and if things would change between them. If he would run or pull back, because Quinn was getting too close, or if he’d hold tight.
Quinn wanted to hold tight…but he needed Miles to do that, too.
They were heading toward Quinn’s place and not Miles’s, which he wasn’t sure was a very good sign.
When they arrived home, Miles pulled into a parking spot and asked, “Can I come up?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course you can,” Quinn replied. To talk or stay, Quinn didn’t know.
“I need to shower,” Quinn told Miles after they were closed up in his place.
“Okay, I’ll be out here.”
Quinn frowned but didn’t argue. Miles typically never passed up the chance to see him naked, which didn’t bode well.
Without another word, Quinn walked out of the room. He got his shower started and stripped out of his clothes, suddenly disappointed Miles didn’t get to take his sexy, new trunks off him.
He washed his body, then hair, before savoring the hot spray beating down on his skin. He thought about tonight—about laughing and talking and bonding with Miles and his friends.
Quinn wanted to be there with them every Friday night, he realized. Wanted to see Miles roll his eyes at Chance while knowing Miles loved him more than anything. Wanted to hear him tease Oliver about being all heart and ask Matt about his music and know that there wasn’t anything in the world that Miles wouldn’t do for those men. It took someone special to love like that. He thought maybe he wanted Miles to love him that way as well.
He sighed then turned off the water. The second he stepped out of the shower, his eyes snagged with Miles’s, who stood in the doorway, leaning against the jamb with his arms crossed.
“I’ve never felt anything like the way tonight made me feel.” Miles’s voice was all raw, bare-bones honesty. “Seeing you with them…with my friends. Hearing you laugh with them and fit in with them and…” He shook his head as though he didn’t know what else to say.
Quinn’s heart damn near jumped out of his chest, it beat so proudly. “Yeah, I felt it too. It was like…I don’t know. Like I fit, but I didn’t know if it was just something I wanted too damn badly that I imagined it or if it was real.”
“It was real,” Miles replied.
Thank God. “Okay, next thought. I didn’t know what you’d think about my fitting in.” Water ran down his body. A strand of wet hair fell against his right brow as he held his breath and waited for Miles to answer.
“I didn’t know what I would think about it either.”
“Do you know now?” Quinn asked.
“It was…” Miles shrugged. He was contemplative and unsure, but somehow still the strong, dominant force who
took Quinn’s breath away. Maybe the combination took his breath away even more.
“It was what, Counselor? Brutal honesty, remember?” Quinn probed.
“It was everything.” The moment the last syllable left Miles’s lips, the two men were moving toward each other.
Quinn almost slipped on the wet floor, but Miles grabbed his biceps, holding him up. Their mouths crashed together, their tongues diving, seeking, searching.
Miles’s hands went to Quinn’s bare ass. He stumbled backward, walked backward, holding both himself and Quinn up.
They made it to the middle of Quinn’s room, clawing and kissing and trying to climb inside each other’s skin.
“Get on your knees for me, baby boy. I want to see my cock stretching those pretty lips of yours.”
Quinn’s fucking pleasure. He loved sucking Miles’s dick.
Quinn kissed Miles’s throat, worked his buttons, and then shoved the shirt off his shoulders, revealing all that taut, creamy-brown skin.
He kissed Miles’s chest.
Licked it.
His abs.
Then dropped to his knees and worked the button on his jeans with shaky fingers.
“I’ve never wanted anyone so much,” Quinn admitted as he unzipped Miles’s pants then shoved them down.
He wore a pair of tight, royal blue trunks that looked so fucking delicious against his dark skin.
Miles’s hand tangled in the back of his hair. He pushed Quinn against his bulge, made him nuzzle it, which Quinn savored every second of.
“Yeah, me either,” Miles admitted. “Take me out. Need to feel that hot mouth of yours.”
Quinn jerked Miles’s underwear down, licked his lips as Miles’s dick popped free. Jesus, he was fucking big—long and thick and leaking. Quinn lashed his tongue over the drop at his slit, then sucked the fat head of Miles’s erection between his lips.
He wanted to devour him. To suck him until he came down his throat.
“Fuck yes. So good, baby boy. You feel so fucking good.” Miles thrust his hips slightly, not too much, but enough to work his way deeper into Quinn’s mouth.
Quinn looked up at him, pulled off and said, “I guess this gag will work as well as anything else,” before sucking Miles deep again.
His own cock ached, throbbed it was so damn hard.
“That’s it. Just like that. Christ, you look so fucking gorgeous down there. Put your hands behind your back. Pretend I have them tied there.”
Lust rolled through Quinn’s body. God, this man knew how to get him amped up. He wished Miles did have him tied up, tied down to do whatever he wanted to Quinn.
He did as Miles said, keeping his hands behind his back as though they were cuffed there, while he sat on his knees and blew Miles.
Miles’s hand was in his hair. He slid it over to cup Quinn’s face and brushed his thumb over Quinn’s cheek.
“You make me fucking crazy. Like you fit into this empty space I didn’t know I had.”
“Me too,” Quinn admitted before moving down to nuzzle Miles’s full, heavy sac.
His arms fell away.
“No. I didn’t say you could move those. Put them back. You don’t need anything more than your mouth right now.”
No, no he didn’t. Quinn positioned his hands again, ran his tongue to the tip of Miles’s cock, then sucked him again.
Miles’s breathing picked up and the movements of his hips got sharper. Just when Quinn thought he couldn’t take it anymore—when he thought he’d go crazy if he didn’t get to taste Miles before Miles took his turn with Quinn—Miles jerked back, pulled Quinn to his feet and practically growled at him. “My turn. Lie on your belly. It’s about time I got to taste that hole I love so fucking much.”
Quinn damn near came right there.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Miles didn’t feel like himself. It was as though being with Quinn made him a different man. A better man.
His body buzzed, came alive in ways he couldn’t hold in. Like he would burst apart at the seams, and he didn’t mind going that way. Didn’t mind opening himself up to Quinn because it felt…right. Felt good in a way nothing had before—not even Chance, Oliver, and Matt.
Quinn lay in the middle of the bed, ass there waiting for him. Miles climbed between his spread legs. Rubbed his hand down Quinn’s back and over his butt, watching his guy shudder as he did.
That’s who Quinn was—at least for him. He was his and Miles would savor that.
He swatted one of Quinn’s cheeks. Watched him writhe and heard him groan and then did the same to the other.
Quinn pushed his ass back, close to Miles, but Miles put a hand on the small of his back. “No, just lie there for me. I’ll do you right.”
Quinn relaxed, doing just as Miles said, so he swatted Quinn’s ass again. Then again and again and again until his cheeks were such a gorgeous fucking pink.
“What’s it feel like?” Miles asked. He’d never been on the receiving end, and didn’t really want to be, but he wanted to know what it was like for Quinn. Wanted to be sure he was giving this man everything he needed.
“It stings…so fucking good. Heat rushes through me each time your hand hits my skin.”
Miles smacked his ass again, wanting to give Quinn more of that sting.
“Fuck yes… It’s… God, such a delicious fucking burn. It starts off like a spark and then just ignites—fire and pleasure shooting through me.”
That’s what Miles wanted to hear. It’s what he wanted Quinn to feel.
“I know, baby boy.” He rubbed Quinn’s shoulders. “I love these…all these little freckles.” He’d told Quinn that before, hadn’t he? Miles didn’t care. He’d tell him a hundred more times.
“I thought you were gonna put your tongue in me?”
Miles smiled. “I thought I was in charge?”
“Please?”
“I like it when you beg.”
“Do it now.” Quinn wiggled his red ass, and Miles couldn’t hold himself back. He lay down, between Quinn’s legs, spread his cheeks, and took in his tight, pink hole.
“So fucking perfect.” He rubbed it with his thumb. And then he dove in, flicking his tongue back and forth over Quinn’s pucker. Burying his face between Quinn’s flushed cheeks.
There was nothing in the world he loved more than ass, and he tried to show Quinn that. Make him feel it with each lick, with each probe of his finger and his tongue in Quinn’s tight hole.
Quinn thrust his ass back, tried to ride Miles’s face.
“Patience,” Miles told him.
“I want to come.”
“You will.” He dove in again. Bit Quinn’s ass cheek, licked and ate at his rim. Smiled against his flesh as Quinn writhed beneath him until he almost lost his own damn mind in the process.
He pulled back, lay on Quinn’s back, and licked the shell of his ear. “Do you want a chance at my ass tonight?” He needed to give Quinn what he wanted tonight, whatever it was, because Quinn had given him something, even if he didn’t realize it.
“No…” Quinn rushed out breathlessly. “Want your dick. Thank you, though.”
And Miles would give it to him.
He leaned forward, grabbed the condom and lube from the drawer and suited up. He squirted cold lube into his hand, and stroked his aching cock.
“Lie on your side,” he told Quinn who obeyed. Miles lay behind him, on his side as well. Quinn bent his top leg and pushed it forward, giving Miles access to his ass.
Miles squirted more lube into his hand, rubbed it on Quinn’s rim, then pushed the head of his cock inside all that tight fucking heat.
“Oh fuck.” His eyes rolled back like he’d never been inside Quinn before.
Quinn trembled, seemed to melt into the fucking mattress. “More,” he begged and Miles gave it to him, pushed in balls deep. He wrapped his arm around Quinn, kissed his shoulder as he rutted into him from behind.
Miles took him slowly, worked him real fucking good, a
s he kept peppering kisses to his shoulders. “Goddamn, this hole. Best I ever had,” he whispered in Quinn’s ear as he made love to him.
“God,” Quinn said and Miles thrust.
“Yes,” Quinn added as Miles pulled out.
Miles pumped his hips, played with Quinn’s nipple, ran his hand up his pecs, squeezed them just needing to touch Quinn everywhere.
He wanted to look at him too.
“Ride me,” Miles said then pulled out and rolled to his back. Quinn was there immediately, straddling him.
Miles held the base of his cock, lined it up with Quinn’s hole as his guy lowered onto it. He rolled his hips, fucking himself on Miles’s prick.
Jesus, he knew how to work that ass.
Miles grabbed his hips, dug his fingers in.
“God I love being all up in you.”
Quinn looked down at him, with a crooked, cocky grin and dimples. “That’s because I’m good.”
“Tell me you want me inside of you too.”
“I always want your cock in my ass.” He leaned forward and kissed Miles. Their tongues tangled and Miles thrust inside him. His balls were so goddamned full, ached so fucking much.
He wrapped his hand around Quinn’s dick, jacked him as Quinn rode him, as his tight ass fisted Miles’s cock.
When Quinn spurted, he shot his hot load all over Miles’s hand. Miles let himself fall too, let his orgasm skyrocket through him as he emptied his load in the condom.
Quinn fell on top of him, breathing heavily in his ear, and as Miles ran his hands up and down Quinn’s sweaty back, he realized he was in love with him. That for the first time in his life, he loved. Someone had penetrated the walls he kept around himself and Miles wanted the other man there. Wanted Quinn to burrow inside him as deeply as he could.
That he never wanted to let Quinn go.
He wrapped his arms around Quinn tightly, breathed him in—the scent of sweat and sex and Quinn. “Will you tell me?” Miles asked, somehow knowing Quinn would know what he meant.
