Chapter Five

The five-bedroom and six-bathroom house with cathedral ceilings turned out to feel more like home than any place Case had ever lived. He couldn't explain it. In the end, they had decided to store his furniture in the workshop, but only because there was no other good place to put it. Saul's house had obviously been lovingly decorated. Each room already had its own set of furniture. Thankfully, there was plenty of space for Case's personal items. It was only his small amount of bedroom furniture that didn't have a home. Truthfully, the couch at the apartment had been his. But it was a huge sectional and Case had secretly savored the idea of Lonnie moving it alone. While he had paid a lot for the piece, he knew Lonnie would never leave it on the curb. He was too money-grubbing for that.

By the time they showered and settled in for the night, Case was mentally and physically exhausted. But it felt damn good to be kicked back on a two-person lounge chair, cuddled in Saul's arms, and covered in a thick blanket with nothing but silence and the sound of the ocean surrounding them.

"It's ridiculously relaxing here. I love the sound of the ocean."

Saul kissed the shell of his ear, sending chill bumps skirting across his skin. "That was the biggest selling point for me. When I toured the place, as soon as I heard the waves crashing, and stepped out here to this view, I knew this was home."

Being early summer, the nights were still cool. He tucked in closer to Saul. "When do you have to go back to work?"

"I'd planned to go back tomorrow, but I think I'll take an extra day."

Case hid a smirk. "So I'll have you to myself for one more day."

Saul touched his chin, bringing Case's gaze to meet his stare. "You have me to yourself right now."

His hand slid across Saul's stomach. Case let the side of his hand slide just beneath the waistband of Saul's pajama pants, teasing him. "What should I do with your time?" He didn't wait for Saul to answer. Case kissed him. He kept it short but hot before slithering lower until he disappeared beneath the blanket. Saul was amazing. He had been there for Case today in a way Case could never repay. While the guy who was supposed to be his best friend failed him on every level, Saul had saved him. Case was quickly becoming way too attached. He had gone from thinking Saul was this off-limits and terrifying person to wanting everything about him. He needed Saul to feel the way he made Case feel. Unfortunately, all he had was his body. It would have to do.

Saul stared at the lump beneath the blanket and savored the sensation of warm lips on his skin. Case kissed his way down Saul's stomach. He wasted no time popping Saul's erection free from his pajama pants. They were in the dark and on his property. There was no chance of being caught or chastised. Yet it still felt somewhat adventurous for Case to suck his dick outside where someone might see. No matter the unlikelihood.

Then Case's hot mouth suckled him. Saul forgot everything but the way Case's mouth felt. A sound escaped him he couldn't control. He reached beneath the blanket and grabbed Case's hair. Case swallowed him. Saul moaned. He felt wanted and sexy in a way he hadn't in a long time. Emory cheating with a lesser man had fucked up his confidence in a way Saul hadn't wanted to admit, even to himself. Then this unbelievably sexy man had looked at him with lust in his eyes. Fuck. Saul would give him anything.

"Damn. That feels good."

A delicious chuckle vibrated around his cock. The back of Saul's head hit the chair. He sucked air. It was oddly erotic watching the blanket move up and down where Case bobbed on his dick—like a fantasy. It could be anyone beneath there. But it was Case and Saul wanted to see.

He flipped up the cover and watched Case suck him. It was hotter than he expected, especially when he realized Case jacked off while blowing him—like he couldn't handle the excitement.

"Goddamn. Everything about you is just captivating as fuck. I could watch you all day. That's right. Play with yourself while you suck my dick. That's a good boy."

Case moaned. Saul felt the ecstasy rolling through him. It hadn't escaped his notice how Case reacted to being called a good boy. Saul had no problem praising him. He was a good boy.

The vision Case created, combined with the pure talent he possessed, had Saul fighting for air much faster than he liked. He fucked Case's throat, taking what he wanted. Case never shied away from the abuse. Moans and whines filled the summer night air as Saul moved closer and closer to bliss. He held his breath as he reached the precipice. Case stroked himself faster. Saul couldn't look away. Then Case blew and his cries around Saul's cock sent him flying. A rhythmic whine escaped Saul as he took his pleasure from Case's perfect mouth. When there was no more cum to steal, Saul grabbed Case's throat and hauled him upward. He claimed the man's mouth and sought any flavor of his jizz on Case's tongue. Case came at him every bit as hard as if he was the one trying to taste more cum. Their heavy breathing was mostly drowned out by the sound of crashing waves. Saul felt like he had found heaven. Now there was no low he wouldn't sink to in order to keep this.