I crawl up the bed to stretch out and drag him beside me. A chuckle escapes me as he deadweights and lets me position him how I want him. “Did I break you?”

  “Drained,” he mumbles, curling into me with his slacked body. “My balls are drained. I’m surprised they haven’t shriveled up into prunes yet.”

  “There’s still time,” I tease, and he groans and shakes his head, his beard scratching against my chest.

  “Listen, buddy, I’m going to need a recharge after that. My dick is on strike. Like, it’s marching the picket line carrying a tiny little sign that says, ‘No Sperm Left.’”

  Another chuckle lifts my chest as I hug him against me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  He tosses his head back and forth. “No, but you ruined another pair of my underwear. That’s like four pairs now, Dmitri. This is a problem we’re going to have to address. Shit’s becoming chronic.” I can feel his smile against my pecs as we both laugh, and just like that, I’m light once again.

  He pulls back and guides my face to his. “Are you okay?”

  I give him the gentlest of kisses that contradicts the savagery of what just happened between us. “I am now.”

  46

  For a long time, we lay there, too exhausted to move as Dmitri runs his fingers through my hair and holds me against him. When his fingertips skirt my skin, goosebumps form a blanket over my limbs. “I’m filthy,” I remind him.

  He snaps the band of my destroyed underwear with a smile. “Oh, you are filthy, aren’t you?”

  I chuckle when my cock doesn’t so much as twitch to his words. “Nice try, but I told you, I’m spent.”

  His chest rises on a deep inhale. “Yeah, me too.”

  “You gonna tell me what happened?” He stiffens momentarily, his hand pausing for a split second before resuming its gentle petting.

  “It’s not important.”

  “Dmitri…” I scoot away from him, propping myself up on my elbow and glaring at him. “No secrets, remember?”

  “It is really hard to take you seriously when you’re sitting there in your trashed panties.” A choked laugh barks out of me, and he grins in triumph. He pulls me back against him and resumes playing with my hair. “My parents are assholes.”

  “You don’t say,” I deadpan, and he chuckles again.

  Reluctantly, he recounts his conversation with his parents, his attempt to sugarcoat it squashed by the questions I ask. He scowls at me when he’s finished telling me the story. “You know, you’re annoyingly thorough.”

  “Never heard you complain,” I tease, and he snorts. My tone turns serious as I say, “I’m proud of you for standing up to him.”

  “Nobody talks that way about you and gets away with it, Eric. Not to me.” He smiles at me, a sparkle in his eyes that could give the devil a run for his money. “Even in your ripped-up undies.”

  “Goddamn it!” I jump out of bed as he cackles, pulling my underwear off and launching them at him. He lets out an ear-piercing shriek, the sound bouncing off the walls as he scrambles backwards, only to tumble off the bed with a thud as he lands in a tangle of long, flailing limbs.

  Laughter from the depths of my belly bursts out of me, shaking my body until my sides ache and tears roll down my cheeks. The scowl on his face as he climbs off the ground doubles it up, until I can barely stand. He charges at me, and I struggle to catch my breath between fits of giggles as he chases me around the room, our footsteps booming like a stampede of wildebeests.

  When he finally catches me and pins me against the wall, we’re both in hysterics. I wrap my arms around his middle and tuck my face into his neck. “Fuck, I love you,” I whisper, happiness a living, breathing thing inside me. “We probably need to shower.”

  “Nah, let’s go jump in the pool.”

  “But I’m…” I gesture towards my naked body, covered in questionable liquids.

  His wink is downright scandalous. “I like seeing you filthy, you know this.”

  “Listen,” I explain, “the guys are going to be swimming in there with us, and they have done nothing to deserve an afternoon of marinating in jizz juice.” He snorts at that, jumping in the shower with me before we head downstairs.

  There’s splashing coming from the pool as we wander out into the late morning heat. Dmitri and I both stop, blinking at the giant unicorn floaty that drifts around the water. Tai drapes across its back in his pink speedo while Theo straddles its neck, riding it like he’s charging into some sort of majestic battle.

  “Where did that even come from?” he mumbles, scratching his head.

  “They went halvsies on it,” Dante’s dry voice explains from behind us, and we both turn to see him lounging on a chair, the white sheen of sunscreen still streaking across his nose and over his shiny head. “Called an Uber ungodly early this morning to go buy it. Claimed they weren’t leaving the pool for the rest of our time here and named it Horny.”

  I snort into my hand as Dmitri mutters, “Of course they did.”

  Dante glances between us hesitantly for a moment. “I wanted to apologize for the other night.”

  “What?” I ask, incredulous. “None of it was your fault, Dante.”

  “No, I know,” he says, looking thoughtful as his eyes drift towards the others riding Horny. “But if I hadn’t been… distracted…” He clears his throat, his head turning red in a way that has nothing to do with the direct Georgia sunlight. “I would’ve realized sooner and put a stop to it before everything came out.”

  Dmitri’s arm slides around me, but I’m stuck on the first half of Dante’s comment. “What were you distracted by?”

  “Just… band stuff,” he mutters, but I don’t miss the way his sights never stray from their small-bodied, blue-eyed target.

  “Regardless, there’s no need to apologize. Honestly, it’s probably one of the best things that could’ve happened. It forced me to get my head out of my ass.”

  Dante’s eyes finally land on us again, darting between us. “Have you guys looked online at all? There’s been a lot of…”

  “No.” Dmitri growls the command with a slash of his hand through the air, cutting off a scowling Dante. “No,” he repeats, pulling me into his side. “It’s not important what anyone is saying.”

  “I think you’d be surprised—”

  “I fucking said no, Dante!” Dmitri shouts, causing Theo and Tai to turn in our direction, Tai sliding his sunglasses down his nose to watch in open curiosity. “It doesn’t matter what’s being said, especially not right now.”

  “You don’t have to protect me from the world, D,” I say quietly, which only causes him to hold me tighter against him.

  “Yeah, actually, I do. And fuck anyone who tries to say otherwise.”

  “Alright, killer,” Theo yells out as they drift closer, Tai kicking his legs to help propel the giant floaty to the edge of the pool. “Know what will make you feel better?”

  “Being at my own house, where I can sleep in my own bed with my boyfriend and not worry about you chodes hearing us?”

  Theo nods emphatically. “Well, yes, that’s definitely one option.” He slides a bare foot onto the concrete and climbs onto dry land, wobbly like a newborn foal for a second until he gets his footing. Tai follows him, rolling off the edge and dunking himself before making a very graceful ascent from the water.

  Theo waves his hand to his side like a game show host. If, you know, game show hosts were flirty little twinks wearing hairy shorts. “You guys wanna take Horny for a spin?”

  Dmitri’s eyes meet mine and I grin up at him. He rolls his eyes before dropping a kiss on my temple, then sighs as he looks back at Theo. “We’d fucking love to take Horny for a spin.”

  And that’s how the rest of the day goes, alternating turns floating on a magnificent inflatable unicorn until we are all crispy and exhausted from the sun.

  “Time to wake up, sunshine.”

  A grunt is my only response as I reach my hand out, blindly searching until it finds Dmitri. Palm against his face, I give him a playful shove towards his side of the bed as he laughs. Trying to convey that my beauty sleep is not to be disturbed, I turn my back to him, but does he take the hint?

  No, he does not.

  Warmth surrounds me as his chest meets my back, and his arm wraps around my waist. Pressure against my ass has my eyes flying open, suddenly more than willing to wake up as his erection rocks against me. I rumble out an approving noise as I arch into him.

  His lips land on the nape of my neck, kissing and sucking, then moving to my shoulder. Teeth meet my muscles and sink in, not causing pain, but enough to make me gasp and my body to tense up. Then he’s kissing down my spine, sliding the covers as he goes and exposing more of my skin.

  Gentle fingers dip under the elastic of my underwear, inching them down until just the top of my ass is exposed. He starts up again, kissing along the newly bared skin, back and forth until I’m reaching to rid myself of these pesky clothes.

  He swats me away. “We’re taking our time.”

  “But I don’t want to.” I realize how whiney I sound as soon as the words are out of my mouth.

  I’ve turned neediness into an art form, it would seem.

  A soft laugh breathes over my dampened skin, and then he’s sliding my boxer briefs down an inch more. More gentle kisses, more infuriatingly patient licks.

  Another inch, and this time his tongue slides into my crease as he works his way across my body. My cock is rigid, desperate for touch, and when I glance down, there’s a darkened damp spot where my crown pushes against the fabric.

  Torture, that’s what this is. Pure, delicious torment.

  Finally, the waistband is sitting underneath the curve of my ass, and ten fingers dig into my cheeks as he teases me with a brush of his tongue. “On your stomach,” he commands, and I don’t hesitate as I roll forward, groaning at the friction as my cock rocks into the mattress.

  My legs push further apart and give him more access as my spine arches, an invitation. His hands spread my cheeks, and he groans. “Fuck, look at you, baby.”

  And then his mouth is on my hole, and cognitive thought abandons me.

  Both hands dig into my flesh as he simultaneously spreads me and pins me in place, and I buck into the bed like he’s zapped me with a hot shot. His lips and his tongue circle my rim, teasing in a slow, controlled motion that contradicts the frantic hums that vibrate against my skin. The pointed tip of his tongue penetrates me, and I moan into the mattress as he works it deeper.

  He swirls and pushes further, and as my hole opens for him, my moans turn into chants of his name. My palms slap at the bed and my teeth bite into the blankets as I jerk backwards and try to take more of him. Fingers curl against the sheets as my nails dig in and hold on for dear life.

  I’m a thrashing, desperate mess when he withdraws, and then his lips surround me, sucking gently as his tongue flickers hard and fast. He comes up for air, moaning and whispering my name, before diving in again. He grips my hips and lifts me higher, and I dip my back as I grind backwards against him.

  Electricity crackles under my skin as I plead with him to let me finish, to send me over the edge that I’m dancing along, but my words only slow him down.

  “Fuck, D, I need it,” I beg, almost sobbing in my desperation.

  “I know you do, baby,” he whispers, his breath cold against my spit-soaked skin. “I know exactly what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” He resumes licking me in that patient way, and my fists beat on the bed as I rock against him, pleading with my body.

  A bite on the curve of my ass has me keening, and then I’m tumbling as he flips me onto my back and yanks off my underwear.

  His mouth covers my cock, sucking me in with a single, powerful draw. He slides up and down at a patient, steady tempo, releasing his suction as he swallows me down and then hollowing his cheeks as he moves back towards the tip. After just a few strokes, I’m tensing as I shove up into his warm mouth.

  He pops off me, and my heavy, angry dick slaps onto my stomach. “No,” I moan, feeling the dull pulsing in my balls subside as my orgasm fades back into my body. Dmitri shifts his position, shedding his clothing as he climbs and swings his leg over me, still facing my feet.

  My mouth opens, tongue out and ready, as he lowers his cock for me to grab onto. He groans as I close around him, and his hips flex as he rocks between my lips. After letting me get comfortable, he leans forward and sucks me back in, gliding up my length at the same pace he pumps into me.

  We’re both moaning and grunting around each other. My knees lift as my feet find their footing on the mattress, allowing me to thrust up into him. Dmitri’s movements are faltering in their fluidity, and his almost constant stream of pre-cum against my tongue tells me he’s about to lose it.

  My hands land on his ass cheeks, thumbs dragging up his crease and pushing against his hole. A moan escapes from his throat and vibrates around me.

  When I push into him, he bears down until my finger slips inside, and then I’m thrusting into him until I’m two knuckles deep. His hips are jerking back and forth, unsure of whether to fuck into my mouth or rock onto my finger.

  I adjust my angle until I find his prostate, and he calls out loud enough that my cock drops from his lips. “Eric!” Desperation causes his voice to crack, and as he thrusts in, I suck hard. “Fuck!” He’s shouting now, hips dropping as he sinks deeper until he bumps my throat.

  A few more pegs and he’s completely feral, and he cries out as he tightens around me and his cock begins to jerk violently in my mouth. Curses and moans ring through the room as I pump my finger into him, catching his hot release in the back of my throat as he works through it.

  The taste of him mixed with the thump of his spasming dick against my tongue has me teetering on the edge. I tense, not wanting to come on my stomach, and after a few seconds, he groans my name and slurps me into his mouth.

  His hands reach underneath me and rock my hips forward as he sucks, and relief floods my system as I let go of the tension. Release shakes my entire body, limbs trembling as the pleasure shoots out of me, and we’re both moaning, muffled by how we hold each other in our mouths.

  His fingers push against my taint, and a fresh wave pulses out of me. He continues to suck and slurp, cleaning every trace off me before sliding off and planting a kiss on my spent cock.

  Out of all the little gestures he gifts me, that might be my favorite.

  The mattress dips as he drops next to me and throws his arm over my stomach. “So,” I rasp, my throat even more sore than it was before, “do you do that for everyone who picks up your drumsticks?”

  A smile that could light up the entire room flashes across his mouth as he leans towards me, cupping my chin. “Yes,” he whispers, and a loud laugh thunders out of me as his grin spreads. Slowly, it fades, a seriousness covering his features. “I haven’t seen you smile like this in years, Eric. Not since college. Actually, maybe not even then.”

  “Probably since before our night,” I say without thinking, and Dmitri’s face falls. “Fuck, baby, I didn’t mean—”

  “No, no, it’s okay,” he whispers, kissing my temple and then my lips. “The only thing that matters is that you’re happy now.”

  “Well, suck my dick like that, and I’m bound to keep smiling.”

  “Oh, is that all it takes?” He chuckles against my ear as he tugs me closer.

  I give a thoughtful hum. “Maybe not all.”

  “Hmm? What else does it take to keep my man satisfied?”

  “Listen, don’t do that thing with your tongue unless you plan on making it a regular occurrence.”

  “What thing with my tongue?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

  I pull back and narrow my eyes at him, trying not to get distracted by his perfect face as I feign annoyance. “You know what thing.”

  His eyes sparkle, full of pure joy that makes me breathless. “Ooooh,” he says, drawing out the word as he gives a serious nod. “You mean that thing in your ass?”

  “That’s the one.”

  “Where I…” He makes a circle with his fingers and sticks his tongue through, fluttering it around obnoxiously. Trying to contain my laughter, I shove my palm into his face. It only encourages him, and he licks up the center of my open hand. Cackling, I pin him and lick up the side of his cheek as he squeals and throws me off him, pushing his feet against my torso and shoving.

  “Oh, no you don’t!” I shout, grabbing his calves and dragging him with me, and his eyes flare as he’s pulled towards the edge of the mattress.

  We’re seconds away from falling off the bed when a loud knock on the door has us both freezing. Tai’s voice rings out, a mix between annoyed and amused. “What in God’s name is going on in there?”

  Dmitri’s standing at the door before I have time to stop him, and he swings it open with a grin.

  “For fuck’s sake, D,” I shout at the top of my lungs, “we’re fucking naked!” Tai’s eyes turn horrified as they dip, and he realizes I’m not lying. Dmitri slams the door in his face with a blurted apology, then spins and leans on it.

  Our eyes meet, and then we both double over, howling in laughter as tears flow down our cheeks. “Come… come here,” I wheeze, holding my arms out as he stumbles over. He collapses into my embrace, and I hug him tight.

  The giggles die as we hold each other, and my sides ache with it. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Tai just saw my dick.” Another round of laughter kicks up between us that takes a few minutes to sputter out. “Ready for the real world?”

  Nerves flare back up, but I’m prepared to face the news. “Clothes first.”

  He heaves a loud sigh, the breath blowing against my ears. “Party pooper.”

  47

  By the time Eric and I are dressed, we can hear the clinking of silverware and the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen, where the guys are gathered at the table.