And then…
They were kissing.
Owen wasn’t sure when the kiss started, because it was like his lips had always been here, meshed with Chad’s, his tongue dueling with this irritatingly hot man.
The kiss was half I want you so bad and half I’ve got something to prove along with a bonus I hate how much I want you.
It was the best kiss Owen ever had. He flexed his fingers in Chad’s grip, testing it, as Chad ground against him, his thick, denim-clad thigh rubbing between Owen’s legs. The constant nudging on his balls, along his cock, was driving him insane. He couldn’t stop his hips from moving, didn’t want to, as he sought more friction, more heat, just more.
He wanted more.
With a swift move that he hadn’t even been sure he was capable of, Owen reversed their positions, turning Chad so his back slammed against the wall beside the door. Chad grunted, and his jaw hardened, but those eyes, those hazel eyes were still clouded with lust. And then those full lips, swollen from kissing, smirked. “Not such a turtle anymore, are ya, O?”
“Quit calling me O,” Owen growled, biting down on the tendon along Chad’s neck. God, the man tasted so good, infuriatingly good, and Owen bit harder to punish him for being so tasty.
“Make me,” Chad said, that smirk still on his face.
And the only way Owen could think to wipe it off was to unzip Chad’s jeans and stick his hand down his pants. So that’s what he did.
He wrapped his fingers around Chad’s thick length and stroked. Slowly.
That smirk dropped from Chad’s lips as he thunked his head back onto the wall and let out a long moan.
Owen kept stroking and sucking on the skin of Chad’s neck as he ground his own hips into the other man. The only sounds coming from Chad’s throat were moans as Owen worried his skin between his teeth and worked Chad’s cock with his hand.
“Where’s that smart mouth now, Chad?” Owen said.
Chad’s eyes fluttered, the long lashes brushing his cheeks. “Fuck you.”
“Aw, you can do better than that, can’t you?” Owen couldn’t take it anymore. With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper of his own pants. Thank God they were the same height so Owen could wrap his hand around both of their cocks and stroke them together.
Chad was watching the heads of their cocks as they brushed against each other in Owen’s grip. “Christ, you’re huge. What the fuck?”
It was Owen’s turn to smirk, but it didn’t last long because Chad gripped the back of his head and bit down on his lower lip, sucking on it as their hips worked harder, faster. “How am I supposed to think of anything else now that I know you got that fucking monster in your pants, huh, O?”
“You have a pretty dick, yourself,” Owen panted into Chad’s mouth. “Now fucking come, why don’t you?”
Chad leaned back against the wall, his lips curled. “Why don’t you?”
This fucker, with his messy hair and neck all red and mottled from Owen’s mouth. “You first.”
Chad’s hazel eyes glinted. “You.”
Owen let go of their dicks so he could spit into his palm, and then he gripped them again, stroking hard, and fast, twisting at the tip, swiping his thumb over the heads to collect the precome for more lube.
Chad was flushed, his eyes half closed, clearly fighting the orgasm just like Owen was.
“You cocky bastard, just come,” Owen said.
Chad licked his lips and gripped Owen’s hip. “I don’t like to lose.”
Owen didn’t realize until it was too late that Chad’s hand was down the back of his loosened pants, sliding down his crease, and then he pressed, just a light pressure of his finger.
And Owen came.
He threw his head back and growled his orgasm because it felt so good and because Chad had gotten the best of him. His toes curled in his shoes, and his thighs shook. The rhythm of his hand faltered, but it was okay because then Chad’s hand was there, helping to finish him off.
When Owen could focus again, he lowered his head to see Chad watching him, an odd expression on his face. And then Chad was coming, and as he watched his mouth drop open, his eyes closed as he pumped his hips and shot all over his stomach, Owen thought he’d won, too. Because watching Chad come apart, that smirk drop from his lips and his entire face etched in bliss—that was a prize, and something that would fuel Owen’s fantasies for a long time to come.
When Chad’s eyes opened, he blinked at Owen. And Owen opened his mouth, to say what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe thanks or you’re fucking hot or let’s do this again but not in a bookstore.
But then that smirk returned to Chad’s lips. And he said lazily, “If I’d known all it took was a finger in your ass to get you to move faster, I would have done that instead of breaking traffic laws.”