“How did you even find out about this?”
“I st-stopped by, and I g-got l-l-lucky. L-langley was there, and they h-had an arg-g-gument. I overheard. They st-st-stopped when they sp-spotted me, but I h-had heard en-nough.”
“What did you say? And, baby, I can’t believe you went back just for me. It means a lot to me that you understood how curious I was about them…”
Augustus beamed. “I t-told Al-l-lex-xander—g-g-od that name is imp-possible f-for me—that my b-boyfriend w-was fift-t-teen years younger b-but that he was in ch-charge.”
“You told them that? Baby, you keep surprising me…”
“You sh-should have s-s-seen their f-faces. I t-t-told them that I w-w-was ab-bout to drive c-c-cross-country to b-b-be with you and that if s-s-someone l-loves you, you n-need to hold on t-t-to that p-person and not b-be a stubborn assh-h-hole. I th-think they g-got the m-m-message.”
Quentin kissed him hard, then again because he hadn’t kissed him in too long and then again because once he started, it was impossible to stop. Minutes later, he was balls deep inside him, putting his hand on Augustus’s mouth to keep him quiet as he fucked him. Not that he had any illusion he could keep their activities hidden from his mom. The rhythmic squeaking of his bed was a dead giveaway. But he could at least keep her from hearing them, even if it meant silencing those beautiful sounds Augustus always made for him.
“Hush now. Be quiet,” he whispered in his ear. “Can you do that for me, baby? Can you not make a sound while I take you hard?”
“Yes, S-s-sir.”
He was right. It cost him, but Augustus didn’t give a peep as Quentin fucked him mercilessly. He came before Quentin, his body going rigid as he spurted out rope after rope of cum. It looked like he hadn’t come in days, and Quentin liked that idea. He gave a few more thrusts, then came himself.
“You came without my permission,” he said softly as his spent, wet cock slipped out of Augustus.
“Oh.” Augustus clearly hadn’t realized it or hadn’t thought about the ramifications. “S-s-sorry.”
Quentin tilted his chin up and kissed him. “Maybe I should lock your cock up so that it won’t happen again.”
Augustus’s eyes widened, then grew darker. As if that wasn’t a telltale sign of his appreciation for that idea, his cock twitched and hardened back to half mast. Quentin chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Y-yes, Sir. Anything you w-w-want.”
God, he loved him.
And they really needed to find their own place. Fast.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
“Baby, I’m home!” Quentin called out as he stepped into their trailer. He’d spotted Augustus’s truck in the parking lot, so his man was home.
Lucy greeted him with a happy bark, and he gave her a quick head scratch. Satisfied that she’d gotten attention, she trotted back to her favorite spot in the trailer: her blanket in the kitchen.
Augustus came stumbling in from the bedroom, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, his body still wet from the shower he’d clearly taken. Now see, that wasn’t fair. How was Quentin supposed to talk and share his good news when Augustus looked like that?
He was a walking wet dream, all those muscles that were now tanned from the California sun on display. His nipple piercings still shone with newness, though he’d had them for four months now. They both loved them, and they had been exactly as perfect to torment Augustus as Quentin had imagined.
“Mmm,” Quentin said, dropping his backpack and locking the door behind him. They were only three trailers down from his mom, and she stopped by unannounced regularly, although she’d learned to knock first after a few incidents. “You look good enough to eat.”
Augustus smiled at him, and as always, that smile had a little shyness, a hint of incredulity as if he still couldn’t believe Quentin meant it. He would simply have to keep repeating it until he did.
He kicked off his flip-flops, breathing in the cool air with relief. It was a fucking ninety-six degrees out there. Air conditioning was not a luxury right now.
“Lose the towel,” he said casually.
Augustus bit his lip, then did as Quentin asked.
“Mmm.” Quentin licked his lips. Damn, this man was beautiful. Every fucking inch of him was perfect.
He took off his shirt as he closed the distance between them, dropping it on the floor. His shorts and underwear came next until he was just as naked as Augustus, whose eyes had grown dark with want.
“It’s been a long week, baby,” Quentin said. “We’ve both worked hard, and I feel like I’ve barely seen you.”
“We f-f-fucked on T-tuesday,” Augustus said.
Quentin gave a dismissive shrug. “Not our best work, wouldn’t you agree? That was more of a quickie to take the edge off.”
“Yes, S-sir.”
It still sent a thrill through him to hear that word falling from Augustus’s lips. “I’m in the mood to play.”
Augustus raised his chin and tapped his thigh once. Quentin’s expression softened. “Do you need it, baby? Do you need to go silent for a bit? Let me take charge?”
Augustus had scored the job he’d applied for from New York. He’d started out as a mechanic for a car shop specialized in classic cars, but within four months had made it to head mechanic. The customer-service part of his job was still a challenge, but his boss and coworkers had shown a lot of patience and understanding, which in return had helped his stutter become manageable. But he still hated talking to strangers, and at the end of the week, he was tired and wanted to retreat.
Augustus tapped once again, and Quentin stepped in for a kiss on his lips. “I’ve got you, baby. I bought some new toys this week that looked like fun to play with.”
“Th-thank you.”
The relief was thick in Augustus’s voice. “Plus, it’s time to see how your dick feels inside me.” Oh, that got Augustus’s attention. His cock jumped up at the mention, and Quentin grinned. “It’s been two months, baby. Time to put that gorgeous piercing of yours into action.”
Augustus’s cock had always been nice, but the Prince Albert piercing he had now made it look stunning, especially when he was hard, like he was now. It stood so proudly, displaying that metal ring, and Quentin couldn’t wait to feel it inside him.
But first he had to share his news. Otherwise, he’d forget all about it. “I got the job,” he said. “I’m starting my PhD research next month.”
“Q-quentin!” Augustus had the biggest smile on his face. “You d-did it!”
He stepped into his hug and held him tight. “I couldn’t have done it without your support, baby.”
“You’re w-w-welcome. I’m p-proud of you.”
Quentin kissed him, then leaned back. “You know what one of the perks is about working for the university? They are affiliated with two of the biggest community colleges in California, and family members of employees get a massive discount on courses. You can start on your college degree, baby.”
Augustus had brought it up himself that he’d love to take college courses in engineering, even if he never managed to get a degree. It was for him, he’d explained, to prove to himself he could do it. So far, money had been too tight, but now that had changed. Quentin had job security for a while, Augustus had gotten a raise with his promotion, and they had that discount. They could swing it.