Apollo ran his hand through Dylan’s curls, loving how Dylan hummed his approval.
“Fuck. You. Are. Amazing.” Apollo moaned between words. It wasn’t just that it had been so long for him—it was Dylan and how damn...joyful he made this act, laughing around his cock before he doubled down on the licking and sucking.
He shifted around and then his arm brushed Apollo’s calf, an unmistakable bump-bump-bump that told Apollo that Dylan was jacking himself off while he sucked him.
Simply knowing that was almost enough to get Apollo the rest of the way there. “Wait,” he panted. “Want...something for both of us.”
“Oh trust me, this is.” Dylan grinned up at him. “Hell, I’m having a hard time making sure you come first.”
“But...”
“Tell your brain to be quiet.” Dylan worked his tongue against the underside of Apollo’s cock. “I promise we can indulge whatever you’re thinking in a while, but right now, I’m dying to taste you.”
Huh. A double-header. Apollo hadn’t done that in forever. He guessed there were indeed certain perks to having a much-younger lover. Lover. Was that what Dylan was? Were—
“Gah.” He moaned as Dylan swallowed him deeper than he previously had.
“Stop thinking,” Dylan ordered before starting a hard and fast rhythm with his hand and mouth. The little sounds he made around Apollo’s cock were among the sexiest things Apollo had ever heard. Knowing he was getting off on this too was a major head rush. Dylan moved to the right, getting a deeper angle on Apollo’s cock, but also letting Apollo feel the motion of his jerking off more fully. Dylan swallowed hard, milking his cock between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. His hand sped up and the little whimpers he was making made Apollo’s balls tighten.
“Close,” Apollo warned.
“Gimme.”
“Fuck. You love this, don’t you? Sucking me off? You want my come?” Saying the words, freeing the dirty, demanding side of his brain made his whole body tense.
In response, Dylan moaned as he went deep, lips meeting his fist, pinky brushing Apollo’s balls.
“That’s it. Take it deep.” Apollo groaned, hips rocking as he skirted the edge. Dylan tightened his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked frantically. A harsh moan as his wrist brushed against Apollo’s leg, strokes speeding up, and that was all it took—knowing Dylan was so close.
“Coming.” Apollo gripped Dylan’s head, holding him deep as he came. Not like he had to worry about Dylan escaping—the eager noises he made were enough to coax out a few more spurts. The orgasm hit like the last surge of energy on a grinder circuit—as if nothing could keep him from the finish line, adrenaline high clearing out every ounce of doubt in his brain.
“Yes.” Warmth hit Apollo’s leg as Dylan came. Hottest thing Apollo had ever seen, Dylan’s eyes squished shut, mouth pursed, lips all swollen, hair a mess from Apollo’s hands. His head fell heavily against Apollo’s thigh. He peeled off his T-shirt and used it to swab at Apollo’s leg. “Fuck. I love my big ideas.”
“I think I do too.” Apollo laughed as he hauled Dylan up until they were collapsed on the bed, laughing together. Dylan kicked off his pants and colorful boxers until he was naked against him. Apollo rolled Dylan under him, capturing his mouth in a kiss. The longer he could keep them wrapped in the haze of sex, the longer he could go without thinking about what precisely he was doing here.
Stupidity, that’s what—
Fun. You’re doing fun. You need fun.
Hell, maybe he deserved Dylan, deserved this little piece of fun on a Sunday night without it having to be some big complicated thing. “Now what was that about a second helping?”
* * *
Dylan groaned as Apollo kissed him. His dick didn’t care that it was supposed to be spent—every kiss ramped his need back up to eleven. His arms snaked around Apollo’s back, tugging his shirt. Apollo raised up enough to pull it off. Dylan could almost hear the chatter in Apollo’s head, and it was more than a little clear that Apollo was kissing him to avoid thinking about the meaning of what they were doing. However, Dylan was totally on-board with the sex-as-distraction plan. Apollo freed from his mental chains was sexy as fuck.
He’d been so sure Apollo had been about to pass on by his room, ignore Dylan’s earlier flirting. It felt a bit like luring a large, feral cat indoors for the night, the victory made sweeter by how damn needy Apollo had turned from the first kiss. The moment Apollo had shut off his brain while Dylan was blowing him had been almost palpable—he’d turned toppier, hands grabbing Dylan’s head, voice getting low and demanding, dick hardening even further in Dylan’s mouth as Apollo seized control of the fuck. Dylan was usually an equal-opportunity kind of guy, but there was something undeniably sexy about when Apollo went all alpha on him.
Like now, Apollo was determinedly licking Dylan’s neck, finding all the spots that made him squirm. Apollo pinned him in place before resuming his attack.
“So sweet,” Apollo murmured, raising his head. His eyes went wide, then narrowed. “Sorry. Closet door is throwing me. Never thought about it before—I keep catching glimpses of us in the mirror.”
“Never done it in here?” Dylan kind of liked knowing that. Something fresh and new was exactly what they both needed.
“Nope.” Apollo laughed. “Never fooled around with a mirror either, but fuck, you’re sexy when you wiggle around and I can watch.”
“Want me to blow you again? You can watch in the mirror.” Dylan wasn’t an exhibitionist per se, but just the idea of giving Apollo a show sent blood rushing to his cock.
“Tempting, but I’d rather fuck you—hell.” Apollo groaned. “I don’t have supplies.”
Dylan groaned too. He wanted to be fucked by Apollo with an unexpected intensity. “All I’ve got is lotion. Didn’t pack condoms—”
“Please tell me you use them,” Apollo growled at him.
“Of course.” Dylan shoved at his shoulder. “But I wasn’t exactly prepping for party central this summer.” Truth be told, he hadn’t packed condoms because shopping for supplies felt like an admission of how desperate he was to get Apollo in bed. It had seemed like a far better plan to just push sex from his summer agenda. Friday might have changed that plan, but he’d been reluctant to trust Apollo’s skittishness for any sort of repeat. “Trust me. I’m going shopping tomorrow.”
Apollo made a low noise in the back of his throat. His frustration was worlds more adorable than his uncertainty when he’d first came into the room.
“You’re a SEAL—surely we can get creative.” Dylan pulled him down for another kiss before this could turn into a safe-sex seminar. As always, Apollo took what Dylan had started and took command, owning Dylan’s mouth with the sort of sucking and licking that had Dylan panting and writhing until their dicks dragged against each other. Their thrusts became more purposeful as their kisses got longer, more intense.
“I want to watch you come.” Apollo turned them so that Dylan was sitting facing the mirrored closet doors. “Fuck, you are hot.”
“So are you.” Dylan arched back into his touch as Apollo fit himself behind Dylan. His sure grip found Dylan’s aching cock and started a slow, sensual rhythm of long pulls. Dylan’s head fell back against Apollo’s shoulder, eyes drifting shut because watching the two of them was almost too intense.
“No, watch,” Apollo urged. “I want you to see how hot you are. The way your face changes is special.”
Dylan tried to keep his eyes open but all he could see was Apollo’s face, so intent, and Apollo’s large hand working Dylan’s cock. The muscles in Apollo’s forearm rippling were far more captivating than Dylan’s own face.
Apollo’s cock was hard against Dylan’s back, and Dylan tried to lean into it. “Damn, I wish we could fuck,” he muttered. His last test at student health back in Oregon h
“Don’t finish that thought,” Apollo ordered sternly. “Going bare isn’t something you need to get in the habit of doing on impulse.”
You’re so much more than an impulse. But, of course, Dylan didn’t say that. Hell, he tried not to think it because he knew how damn fleeting this thing was sure to be. “Sorry,” he said instead.
“Where’s that lotion?” Apollo pulled back to stare down at Dylan’s tipped-back face. “You’re not the only one who can get brainstorms.”
“Yeah?” Dylan searched around in the nightstand drawer until he came up with the small bottle. Apollo toppled them backward until they were on their sides, Apollo still behind him. He had an idea of what Apollo had planned, and sure enough, a lotion-slicked cock slid between his thighs.
“Ever done it like this?” Apollo kissed the back of Dylan’s neck. This position felt far more intimate, far more exposed, than the jerk-off of a few moments ago, even though the mechanics weren’t that different.
“Uh-huh.” It was hard to talk when Apollo’s hand snaked around and found his cock with a slippery grip. He’d been in enough situations where anal wasn’t on the table for this to be familiar, but was more used to being the guy in Apollo’s position. However, he couldn’t deny there was something seductive about being surrounded by Apollo’s bulk like this. He tightened his thighs, loving how Apollo’s thick length dragged against the underside of his balls.
“So hot.” Apollo’s free arm held him snugly against his warm chest, the hair rasping against Dylan’s back. “Love watching your face.”
His strokes on Dylan’s cock were firm but leisurely, a slow build that drove Dylan out of his head, chased away everything other than this moment. A low moan escaped his throat.
“Sssh.” Apollo turned him enough that their mouths could meet in a clumsy kiss.
“Need this,” Dylan whispered against his lips.
“This what you like?” Apollo sped up both the strokes of his hand and his cock.
“Yeah. Fast. Hard.” Dylan reached back, pulling Apollo’s hips even closer.
“Impatient. We’ll get there.” Apollo chuckled before claiming Dylan’s mouth in another kiss. God, if he could incinerate Dylan’s nerve endings just from this type of rubbing off, Dylan couldn’t wait for fucking. The mere thought of that thick length inside him, insistently thrusting like this had him moaning.
Dylan bumped his ass backward in response, relishing how it made Apollo’s breath hitch.
“Yeah, squeeze me tight.” Apollo groaned into Dylan’s mouth. “God, look at us.”
“Yeah.” Their reflections undulated in the mirrored closet door. Dylan didn’t quite recognize himself—pupils blown wide with pleasure, flush across his chest and neck, hair a mess, head tipped back against Apollo. He looked totally at Apollo’s mercy—and happy as fuck with that, which wasn’t a lie. Usually, he’d be the one driving the tempo, deciding when to come and when to tease, but surrendering like this was unexpectedly delicious.
Dipping his head, Apollo nipped at Dylan’s shoulders. “Want to watch you lose it. Fuck, your face...everything.”
If only... Dylan would give a lot to really be everything for Apollo, to be enough. He shut his eyes, unwilling to scrutinize the sincerity in Apollo’s dark gaze. This was enough, had to be enough.
“Unnngh,” he moaned as Apollo’s strokes got rougher, the rhythm getting more frantic as Apollo panted against his neck.
“That’s it, babe. Come with me now.”
“Wish...want you to fuck me.”
“God, I want that too. Want to be inside...” Apollo’s hips stuttered as if that thought was just too much for him.
“Yes.” Dylan’s voice broke on the word as he erupted all over Apollo’s fist. His earlier orgasm had been like a pressure release valve opening—awesome relief, but not all-encompassing like this. His body shuddered over and over as the orgasm washed over him, ass clenching as surely as if they were fucking, head spinning with white-hot sensations.
“That’s it.” Apollo’s grip on Dylan’s chest tightened and his hips snapped as he too came in a series of husky, choked moans. God, Dylan loved how vocal Apollo could be in bed, how it seemed like despite his best efforts he just couldn’t stay quiet when he came.
“Fuck.” Apollo rolled to his back. “That was intense.”
Intense. That was one way to describe the best non-fucking experience of Dylan’s entire sex life. God, he’d felt so close to Apollo there at the end. Dangerously close. He could not afford to let his feelings rise up in his chest, make all his muscles tight, make his heart leap. Nope. None of that.
He forced himself to sit up. “Damn. I’m going to need a shower before I sleep.”
“Same.” Apollo laughed. “Listen—”
“You need to sleep in your own room in case the girls need you. I get it.” Dylan didn’t wait for Apollo to be the one to say the words. Hell, he needed the distance even more than Apollo. No way could he sleep next to Apollo all night again after sex like that. Boundaries. That’s what they needed. Strict boundaries and realism about what this was—and what it wasn’t.
“Yeah.” Apollo nodded. And if there was a hint of regret in his eyes, Dylan refused to let himself see it.
Chapter Thirteen
“Baba? Can we watch Dylan’s soccer game?” Chloe bounced in her booster seat as Apollo triple-checked her buckle. Dylan had been gone after work the past two nights, practicing with Ben and other team members for the exhibition game.
“Please?” Sophia asked. “It’s before bedtime. I know. I asked.”
“You asked, huh?” Apollo sighed. He had a text on his phone from Ben telling him to bring the girls to the match and a note on the fridge from Dylan with the game’s time and place. It felt like the whole damn world was conspiring to disrupt his evening routine.
“Dylan! Game! Let’s go!” The usually quieter Sophia clapped her hands. “And burgers on the way.”
“I want cheese on mine!”
Apollo groaned. He hadn’t risen through the SEAL ranks without knowing when he was outnumbered. Sometimes all one could do was to give in and regroup. “Okay, okay, but it’s straight to bed after.”
The soccer game was being played out in La Mesa, out at the Junior Seau soccer fields, which meant plenty of time for the girls to devour kids’ meals in the car—something he rarely allowed—and to drift asleep on the drive. Even the short half-hour nap meant they’d undoubtedly be bouncing off the walls come bedtime. Which meant less chance of Apollo getting up to fun again with Dylan. Their schedules hadn’t quite meshed since Sunday night, and if he didn’t know better, he’d think Dylan was avoiding him. And really, he should be relieved about that, not jonesing for a repeat.
Almost to La Mesa in tight traffic, his car’s hands-free Bluetooth device signaled an incoming call from Marilyn. The girls snoozed through his greeting, even with the call on speaker, and didn’t even blink at their grandmother’s excited reply.
“I have the best news. Guess what we won tickets to?”
“I have no idea.” Apollo wasn’t being flip—Marilyn was the queen of contest entering, impulsively entering every drawing and raffle and charity auction that came her way. They had plenty of money, enough that Neal had had a hefty trust fund that let him and Apollo get the house, but Marilyn made coupons and contests a hobby.
“A four-pack of tickets to Disney from the band fundraiser. We can’t wait to take a weekend and take the girls.”
“That’s wonderful.” Apollo tried to contain the churning in his stomach. This would be fine. Marilyn and Pat had taken the girls for overnights and day trips before. No reason for this to trip his anxiety. “When are you thinking?”
“Not this coming weekend, but next? I’m thinking we’ll go up Friday evening, then have all day Saturday at the park, and home on Sunday.”
“I’m off that one, Friday night and Saturday at least. I could—”
“Do not volunteer to come. We want to do you a favor. Give you a break, which lord knows you deserve. Please, Apollo, just let us do this for them.”
Apollo braked harder than he needed to at a red light. He gritted his teeth. Why was giving up control so damn hard? “You’ll take lots of pictures,” he said at last. “And watch the girls in the hotel pool—”
“Of course. You’ll see. This will be lovely. A chance for you to catch up on your sleep.”
Or with Dylan, Apollo’s brain chimed in uninvited. Oh hell. A whole weekend alone with Dylan with him not scheduled to be on duty? Maybe he should volunteer for extra hours...
He said goodbye to Marilyn even as his brain continued to churn.
“We here?” Chloe’s eyes fluttered open as he parked in the lot near the soccer fields.
“Yeah, sweetie.” His girls. That was what was important, not getting time alone with Dylan. He led the girls to the bleachers. Unlike at a larger venue, the soccer bleachers were close to the sideline, and they easily found seats near the field, next to a few other families. The girls promptly joined the other kids in playing on the concrete steps next to the bleachers.
His resolve to turn his focus away from his libido and Dylan only lasted as long as it took the teams to jog out onto the field. Damn, he looked good in the close-fitting soccer shorts and borrowed uniform shirt. He was talking to Ben, and when he laughed at something Ben said, Apollo’s teeth ground together hard enough to taste enamel.
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