Chapter 15

This wasthe best start to a Saturday morning ever.

My dick was aching as I slid my lips down Tav's hard-on, and I was enjoying the anticipation of pounding into his body. I loved how he wrapped his muscled legs around me as if he was begging for what I had to give with everything he had.

Fucking him was going to be so good. I used my tongue to toy with his foreskin. He thrashed on the bed and whined, fingers digging hard into my shoulders. The pain was a perfect accompaniment to the throb of need that was quickly spinning out of control inside me.

"You evil arse, don't tease. Do it!" Tav bared his teeth.

Grunting, I eased down as far as I could go on his dick, then forced myself to relax and take more of him. I ground my hips against the bed, chasing the sizzle of electricity that arced in my shaft and tensed my muscles. I swallowed around him until my nose was buried in sweet, musky brown curls and nuzzled there.

Tav struggled to thrust and sobbed. "Move!"

Sliding up his cock, I stared him directly in the eyes.

He moaned.

"You're going to let me do whatever I want with this." I kissed his cockhead. "And you're going to like it. Aren't you, Puffin?" I kissed down his shaft and nuzzled his balls.

"Fuck me, I am." His cock twitched, and I could hear the heat in his voice, a touch wilder than a few seconds ago. He liked it when I told him what to do, and I needed him to listen. I was getting addicted to bossing him around. I held down his hips and settled some of my weight on his spread thighs so I could control his movements, then attacked his dick again, swirling my tongue on the underside as much as I could, then sucking him down.

The room grew brighter as I spent a lazy, long while tormenting him until he was tugging on my short hair and gasping each time I carefully bobbed up his shaft. There was a low whisper of curses in his Scottish accent, which had me curling my toes into the bedding and rubbing harder against the soft sheet. I took my time learning every ridge, searching for all the most sensitive spots. I was driving myself to the brink, but I knew the longer I waited to bury my cock in his pucker, the better it would feel. I wanted him, though, and my hands were trembling as I dug my fingers in against his hips, ducking my head again to take his dick as deep down my throat as I could stand.

Tav twisted against my grip and fought me, and I slipped up and groaned around his cockhead while I strained to contain him.

"Using those football muscles, huh?" he asked with a breezy chuckle, but I suckled hard on his cockhead and swept my tongue into his slit. The sound I'd been waiting for was almost too soft to hear, that tiny hitch of his breath, and then he was crying out and bucking against my face. I let him fuck between my lips and swallowed each bitter burst of his cum.

When the last blast hit my mouth, I gave him a tiny lick, a promise that I would be back for more later, and he tugged on my shoulders. I was more than happy to give him what he wanted. I worked my way up his body, stopping to suck his nips—something I absolutely couldn't hold back on—then slanted my mouth over his.

Tav whimpered into the kiss and held me close. No one had ever kissed me quite the way he did. His entire body embraced me—arms, legs, firm chest—and he sucked on my tongue like he couldn't stand the idea of letting good cum go to waste.

"I'm going to fuck you till you scream," I murmured between our lips, and he nodded enthusiastically. I ran a hand through his hair and studied his green eyes.

"Good mornin'," he said roughly, nuzzling his nose against mine. "What was that for?"

I kissed along his jaw to his ear. "I love hearing the adorable noise you make when you're going to give me your cum. That's why I do everything to you, to get you to make that sound. That way I know I'm doing a good job."

With a wave of his hand, he shoved me to the side and grabbed a pillow, which he promptly hid under. I tugged it away from his face and was happy to see him smiling.

"Where's the lube? After that wake-up call, you deserve special attention." His eyes were intense and made me shiver.

"Fuck, that sounds perfect." I struggled toward the nightstand across the expanse of the bed, and he laughed.

A raised voice downstairs had me stilling, and Tav leaned up on his elbows to stare with a tiny frown at the bedroom door.

"Is that Ellis?" he asked.

After another second of listening, I nodded. "He doesn't shout."

"Generally, no. That boy was raised with better manners than a priest." Tav and I shared a concerned glance.

"I can't fucking believe it!" A second voice. Shrill. Whiny. On the cusp of tears.

"Who is that?" Tav asked, shoving down the blankets. I was distracted for a moment because he looked so fucking good bathed in the sunshine spilling through the windows.

"You little whore!" The same high-pitched male voice banged around out in the corridor, carrying from downstairs.

"Shit," I grumbled and rolled out of bed. Hilton. How did he get in here? And more importantly, how could I get him out of the house as fast as humanly possible?

"What?" Tav asked, and I didn't like the scared tone of his voice.

"It's nothing. Absolutely nothing." I shook my head and stumbled quickly to my dresser. I fumbled out a pair of boxers and shorts, then ran for the door. I pulled my boxers on as I was moving and hopped into the shorts on the way down the stairs, nearly breaking my neck in the process. I grabbed the railing to keep from ending up on my head before hurtling toward the living room.

"What is going on?" Tav called behind me. I thought he was still in the bedroom, probably taking the time to put clothes on. I hissed as my cock, which was still mostly hard, got jostled around uncomfortably in my shorts.

When I finally made it to the living room, Ellis was standing there in a pair of the flowy black pants he seemed to prefer. He had on a black tank top and eyeliner that made his brown eyes massive. His lips were a dark berry purple. Hilton looked as put together and beautiful as always. Tears were cascading down his pale cheeks and his pink lips were pursed in a photo worthy pout. He'd traded the pink in his hair for a sparkly gold, and it matched his tight T-shirt—which made his slim build appear willowy—and the glittery seams of his jeans.

"Judah!" he shouted at an ear-splitting volume when he saw me. "You left me for someone drowning in sad vibes? Are you depressed? Is that why you made the mistake of telling me to cover up your name?" He waved his wrist around and the damned tattoo was still there. Judah in swirly letters. What had he done with the money I'd given him for a cover-up? He was so frustrating. He spent every dime he had on his wardrobe, and that was probably where my cash had gone, too.

"You're awful," Ellis said, and Hilton gasped, cupping his cheek. "Judah would never date such a crybaby." Ellis narrowed his eyes, and Hilton's face flushed pinker than a raspberry. If Ellis had actually sworn, Hilton probably would've taken it less personally.

Hilton held out his tattoo toward Ellis, who leaned back and swayed, obviously trying to read it. The second he must've managed, he glanced at me with raised eyebrows.

"I love him," Hilton said and drew in a ragged breath. "Do you? I'll share, I guess, but I want him on the weekends. Someone has to take me out." He stomped his flashy gold-trimmed sneakers against the floor. "I don't need variety. I just need his big?—"

"Hilton!" I roared, and he stumbled toward Ellis, cowering closer to him. When Ellis did what Hilton had obviously wanted and hugged him, Hilton cuddled in close. I could already see it happening. Ellis had a pretty, nice smelling guy who was shorter than him wrapped up in his arms. Hilton seemed to need him. That was Hilton's schtick and it drove me out of my mind—with irritation.

Ellis snagged Hilton's wrist and raised it, staring over my shoulder.

I whirled around.

Tav was standing behind me, dressed in jeans and a faded red T-shirt with his arms crossed. He looked torn between laughing and scowling, and I had no idea how long he'd been standing there.

"It says Judah," Hilton said around another wave of tears. "Because I?—"

"Everyone heard you already," I snarled.

"Love him," Hilton finished with a pout.

As I stomped toward Hilton, I realized whatever had been left of my wood had died, and I was twice as pissed off as I might've been otherwise at the cockblock.

"Jude," he said in a timid voice. Well, why wouldn't he be quiet? He'd already gathered the audience he wanted. "You didn't leave me for him," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Ellis and almost smacking him in the nose. "Did you?"

Tav growled behind me, and I wasn't sure what to do. "What's happening?"

"Nothing. Hilton is leaving," I said, edging toward desperation.

Hilton shook his head hard. "Jude left me and I'm here to get him back."

"We were never together." I hung my head in my hands as a headache started up behind my eyes, a dull throb that seemed to grow worse by the second.

Hilton settled into some heartbreaking weeping—which seemed to tear Ellis apart. He carefully hustled Hilton over to the couch and let Hilton use his chest as a pillow. I rolled my eyes, and Ellis frowned at me like I was the bad guy.

"Get him out of here," I said to Ellis, who didn't budge.

"He's upset!"

"He's always upset!" I only realized I was shouting again when the volume of the tears escalated. I wanted to rip my hair out. That noise just dug under my skin and made my brain hurt. How could Hilton even stand himself?

Tav stared at me like he thought maybe I was some type of plague-bearing creature—definitely nothing as cute as a rat. Something much worse.

Lisa popped her head into the room and did a quick assessment of the chaos. She flashed me a wide grin. Shit, I would need to give her a raise for enduring this crap. "Oh, Hilton is back. Lovely." Her face implied it was a pure joy for her. She'd been able to tell early on that he annoyed me more than anything else. "One more for breakfast, is it?"

"No!" I called after her, but she'd already disappeared. It felt like the situation was out of my control before I'd ever stepped into the room, and I had no idea how to claw it back in line with the reality I wanted to live in.

"Please, I miss her cooking?" Hilton said around a sniff.

"You ate here once. How much could you miss it?" I growled.

Ellis rubbed Hilton's back. "You know, you should be nice to people who are upset," he said to me in a slightly chastising tone I'd never heard from him. He shook his head at me. "When I first met Tav, I was sad a lot, and he would be nice to me. It helped."

Hilton shot Ellis a small wobbly smile and puffed up under the attention, clearly pleased. Oh, fuck no.

"Hilton. No one wants you here. If you want that tattoo covered up, I'll give you more cash for it, but you have to go now," I said, staring him down.

More tears splashed on his ridiculously attractive face. Weren't people supposed to get uglier when they got all weepy?

"He's crying," Ellis whispered to me as if Hilton couldn't hear him. I could feel Tav's gaze scalding the back of my neck, but I didn't dare look at him. I had no idea what he would think of all this.

"He cries over everything. Don't get sucked in." I tossed up my hands.

Tav moved so he could glare at me with more gusto. Directly into my eyes. Hell, it was like he wanted to set my soul on fire.

"What? It's true!"

"Oh, you have nice arms," Hilton said, squeezing Ellis's bicep with wide eyes.

Ellis looked at me, and I could already tell I'd lost. Ellis wasn't going to toss Hilton out the door. Not now. I glanced at Tav, and he seemed to be much more likely to boot me out on my ass, especially since I hadn't given him an explanation yet—and I didn't want to get into it in front of Hilton and Ellis.

I ran my hands down my face and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Breakfast is ready!" Lisa called, then came charging into the room wearing her best smile. She was a demon disguised as a kind old Scottish woman. "Come on now. Everything will be solved after a nice meal. Go on, boys." She pointed emphatically in the direction of the dining room.

Tav stiffly walked away, and Ellis helped Hilton to his feet like he was an injured baby fawn.

I opened my mouth to tell Hilton to leave, but Ellis gave me a look, one I knew well because I'd seen it in the mirror when I was younger. He was fucking smitten with Hilton's boy in distress ploy. I sighed and stared at the ceiling while Ellis walked Hilton toward the dining room.

"I'm going to get dressed before I join you," I said flatly. Fuck my life.