Chapter 20

CHAPTER

TWENTY

Cillian dragged him into the apartment, blocking Snap from getting out, tossing his keys on the kitchen counter, and shutting the door without breaking the kiss.

Anthony pressed him against the door. “I’m not taking this to the bedroom.”

“Why?”

Anthony had asked himself the same question several times, and if he let his dick do the thinking, he’d be in Cillian’s bed, no questions asked. Cillian’s hand was already in the process of liberating his dick from his pants, and he needed to be smart about this. “Because if I’m in your bed, I’ll end up staying the night.”

“And?” Cillian’s cool fingers closed around the hot length of Anthony shaft.

He gasped with the contact but managed to get out, “If Hayden is suspicious and Margot is reporting back, we need to be more careful.”

Cillian paused, his breath ghosting over Anthony’s lips. “What are you planning?”

“At the moment, not much because you’re distracting in all the best ways.” He kissed Cillian, taking his time.

Cillian gave a low laugh. “I’m not even trying.”

“In which case, I’m in big trouble.” He wanted to see Cillian try. He slid his hands beneath Cillian’s shirt. “You have two weeks of performing, which is a natural obstacle, and you said you’d only be free for lunches.”

“Yeah, but I’m hoping to meet you for lunch.”

“Agreed. These two weeks will give me time to think about the problem and how best to tackle it as pushing all of Hayden’s buttons isn’t the best idea.” Because they could either pretend their relationship was over, or they ramped it up to push Hayden into doing something stupid—the latter might turn Cillian’s past into public fodder. Which meant the former was the best option.

“So no staying the night because you want to go home?—”

“It’s not my home. It’s where I’m staying until I find a job.” As soon as he had a job, he was out of Margot’s house—even though it was in a great location, and he loved running along the beach.

“You want to pretend that things have fizzled?” He gave Anthony’s cock a slow stroke as if to prove that nothing had fizzled.

When it came to Cillian, he doubted his desire fizzling out was possible. “Exactly.”

“And what if you don’t come up with a solution?”

“I don’t know… I want to say that I’ll definitely think of one. That there has to be one?—”

“But if there’s not, then I’m in the same situation as before I met you.” He seemed resigned to that reality.

“Not really. You’ll have me. If you want me…”

“As long as you aren’t going to do anything that will put you back behind bars.”

“I am never going back. I swear.” He gripped Cillian’s hips and lifted him onto the kitchen bench.

Cillian let out a small yelp as his fingers pressed into Anthony’s shoulders.“What are you doing?”

“Making sure I don’t fall into your bed and ruin our barely there plan.” Anthony worked open Cillian’s jeans and freed his dick. Only then did he lower his head to take a taste. It was touching someone else he’d missed the most, hearing their responses, and feeling the way their body moved with each touch. That hadn’t been what he’d expected to miss when he’d first faced the reality of doing a stretch.

Cillian leaned back on his elbows. “I’m starting to think you love sucking dick since you keep diving for it.”

Anthony sucked as he lifted his head and Cillian’s cock popped free of his lips. “I like feeling you react without being distracted by my own need… Unless you don’t like it?”

“I love it, but I don’t want you thinking I’m a selfish asshole.”

Anthony didn’t bother answering with words, returning his lips to Cillian’s dick and putting his tongue to better use.

It didn’t take long for Cillian to tip his head back, exposing his throat as he moaned, “Oh fuck…”

Anthony didn’t want him to come just yet. He wanted to enjoy teasing him a bit longer. He squeezed the head of Cillian’s cock and managed to resist licking the pre-cum from the slit.

Cillian went to push himself up.

“Stay like that. You look so fucking hot.” On display for him.

“Desperate.” Cillian’s chest lifted with each breath.

“This is what I missed the most. I could get myself off, but I wasn’t able to touch anyone.” Anthony pulled Cillian’s hips forward, lining up their cocks. He wrapped his hand around them both and thrust into his fist. The slick, sliding friction sent a shudder down Anthony’s spine.

“Your new kink is making me come?”

Anthony’s gaze sild over the man in front of him. “Maybe… Is that going to be a problem?”

Cillian’s thighs clamped around Anthony’s hips as he lifted his head. “No.”

Anthony couldn’t look away as he swept his thumb over their cockheads and stroked along their shafts. Cillian shuddered, his hips lifting and breath catching like a new song that Anthony never wanted to stop hearing. Cillian’s pleasure spiked his own, and each gasp pushed him higher.

A groan slid out of Cillian’s open mouth as he came. Cum splashed over Anthony’s fingers, slicking each stroke, and onto Cillian’s stomach. Anthony worked his hand faster, giving into the hot tight need to come. His balls drew up as he spilled over Cillian’s cock and watched it drip onto his belly.

They were both breathing hard.

Cillian drew in a breath. “Fuck… I didn’t even take my pants off.”

Anthony leaned down and licked a line through the cum on Cillian’s stomach. “Got something I can wipe up with?”

Cillian sat up, slid a hand around the back of Anthony’s neck, and kissed him. His tongue dipping into his mouth and dancing. “Kitchen paper is next to the microwave,” he said between kisses before releasing Anthony with a sigh.

Anthony took the couple of steps to the microwave and grabbed the roll of paper. He tore off a couple of sheets for Cillian and handed them over—since he was the messiest. After he’d wiped his hand and dick, his next problem was the bin.

“Cupboard beneath the sink.” Cillian hopped off the counter, balled up paper in one hand, dick hanging out and cheeks flushed.

Anthony smiled as he took in the sight.

“What?”

“Just admiring how disheveled you are.” He opened the cupboard and tossed away the trash, holding it open for Cillian to do the same before they fixed their clothing.

Snap sauntered into the kitchen and sat by his bowl, as though, since they were both there, someone should do something about feeding him. From the size of him, Anthony wasn’t sure the cat had ever skipped a meal. He was a beefy boy capable of terrorizing most small dogs, and some bigger ones if given half a chance.

“You’re still leaving?”

“I am. Besides, your roommate wants some attention.”

“He’s such a freeloader.” Cillian picked Snap up and kissed the top of his head.

Anthony smiled at the simple domesticity of the situation. “I’ll message you during the week.”

“You’d better.” Cillian walked toward the door and unlocked it.

He wasn’t going to beg Anthony to stay, for which Anthony was grateful, as his resolve to do the smart thing wasn’t that strong.

Snap purred and rubbed his head against Cillian’s chin and cheek. Anthony wondered if Snap was jealous that Anthony had been kissing his human.

“Break a leg, that’s the right thing to say?”

“It is. I can do it with my eyes closed, but thank you.” He placed a hand on Snap’s head and pressed a kiss to Anthony’s lips. “I’ll see you for lunch.”

“You will.” Anthony took another kiss. With every passing second, it became harder to leave. He forced himself to step back, missing the heat of Cillian’s body almost immediately. “Go to bed. Snap will keep you company.”

“Jealous?”

“Very.” He leaned in and took one last kiss before closing the door and walking away.