I nod. “And trumpet, drums, guitar, and a mean triangle.”
“Damn, you’re a one-man band.”
I shrug to play off the blush rising in my cheeks, sitting down at the piano and lifting the lid covering the keys. I crack my fingers and play a little something to get warmed up. Fine, maybe I’m showing off a tad when I start playing “Pern” by Yann Tiersen. Over the haunting melody, I hear Ev draw in a sharp breath, leaning forward on the couch and staring at me with awe.
“‘Turkey Day’,” Anthony insists, and I roll my eyes, breaking off from the beautiful flow of notes to pound the keys in a much simpler melody so they can sing their turkey day song from the Addam’s Family movie.
Ev looks stunned for a few seconds as everyone starts to sing and then quickly joins in. Of course, he fits right in with my family. Fuck, it’s going to hurt when this ends.
Chapter 21
Everett
There’s a warm, full feeling in my chest the entire two-hour drive back from Watson’s parents’ place. I always enjoyed holidays with Val’s family, but something about them always felt so forced. Obviously, I know now that I was the one feeling awkward and out of place and like I was acting out a play I’d never gotten the script for. But I never imagined how incredible it would feel to step into a situation like that with my mask completely off.
“My family didn’t scare you off?” Watson checks again as we turn onto my street.
“Are you kidding? This was the best Thanksgiving I’ve ever had.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” He pulls into my driveway and parks. “Want to see if we can make it even better?” he suggests, waggling his eyebrows at me suggestively.
“Hell yes,” I answer quickly, getting out of the car in a rush while Watson chuckles and takes his time behind me.
It’s reminiscent of the last time, our hands and mouths all over each other as soon as the front door is closed behind us. My house is bigger than Watson’s apartment, so navigating to the bedroom without breaking our kiss proves more difficult.
I bump into the table in the hallway that has an expensive looking picture frame. Val bought it so god knows what it cost. The frame teeters and crashes to the floor, pieces of glass flying in all directions.
“Fuck,” Watson mutters, pulling back from the kiss.
“Leave it. Who cares?” I reason in a gruff voice, grabbing the back of his neck and hauling him back in to continue to plunder his mouth.
His tongue slides against mine, heavy in my mouth. Speaking of hot and heavy, my cock aches as I grind it against the hard ridge of Watson’s arousal through the layers of our clothes.
“I want you inside me so badly,” I groan, accidentally knocking my shoulder against the bedroom door frame as we stumble through it locked together, sending a spike of pain through my body.
He moans in response, the sound vibrating against my lips as we both frantically fumble with the buttons on our shirts. I get mine undone first, shrugging it off and tossing it aside, and then reach for the bottom of Watson’s shirt, unbuttoning and moving up until we meet in the middle. With his shirt hanging open, I run my hands over his warm skin, drowning myself in the feeling of his body.
I drag my fingers up his stomach, toward his chest, finding his tight nipples, grazing my thumbs over each one, biting down on his bottom lip at the same time. His whole body shudders, his hips bucking, and a deep sound of pleasure is muffled by my kiss.
In retaliation, he cups my erection through my jeans and gives it a gentle squeeze. My eyes roll back, and my balls ache.
“Naked, please,” are the only words my brain can seem to form, and I rasp them out while tugging on the button of his slacks, hastily shoving them down around his ankles as soon as they’re undone.
He does the same, his hands hot against my skin as he pushes my pants and boxers down. I kick them off and shove him onto the bed, climbing on top of him without hesitation.
“Holy fuck,” I groan as our bare cocks line up and bump against each other. It’s not something I ever gave a lot of thought to before, how it would feel to grind my cock against another man’s, how the scorching, silky steel of someone else’s erection would feel against mine. Poor, poor fantasy Ev was missing out big time.
I gasp into Watson’s mouth, my hips moving almost involuntarily as I fuck against him, the head of his cock bumping against mine, his precum smearing over my shaft and leaving me stickier with each thrust.
Watson digs his fingers into my ass, encouraging me as he thrusts his hips up to meet me. “You feel so good,” he moans. “I want to be covered in your cum.”
“Yes,” I pant in agreement. There’s some distant part of my brain that attempts to remind me that this wasn’t what I had in mind for tonight. I wanted Watson to fuck me. I wanted our sweaty bodies entwined while his cock stretched and filled my ass. But fuck, this is good too.
Our skin slaps together, our legs tangled and our bodies growing damp with sweat as we move against each other. I can’t stop touching him, pinching his nipples, biting his throat, pressing my nose into his armpit just like I imagined when we jerked off over the phone together. Every one of Watson’s low, deep moans sends a fresh wave of lust crashing through me.
With one hand still on my ass, he reaches between us and wraps his hand around both of our cocks.
I groan, my thrusts stuttering and my muscles tensing as pleasure sweeps through me, and another burst of precum drips from my slit.
“God, Ev, you’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs, dragging his lips against my jaw as he starts to jerk our cocks as one. “No one has ever made me feel so wanted, so needed. I think about you all the time; I think about you too much,” he babbles, his hand moving faster and faster as I bury my face in the crook of his neck and clench my eyes closed. My heart thunders wildly, the combination of his words and the way our bodies feel against each other pushing me right up to the edge.
I thrust into his grip, unable to hold still a second longer as heat pools deep in my stomach, threatening to explode at any second. In the tight channel of his grasp, his cock against mine feels even more incredible. So fucking hot, the combination of our sweat and precum causing a sticky sound.
Our lips crash back into each other, and my toes curl as I finally give in and let go. I roar into Watson’s mouth, my cock pulsing in his tight grip, my seed spilling over the head of his cock, his shaft, dripping down to his balls as I continue to thrust desperately, gasping and growling through my orgasm.
Watson breaks off the kiss and cries out, his release joining mine in covering us. Cum finds its way onto my stomach, chest, and even my thighs as we moan and grind until we’re both completely spent and breathless.
I collapse on top of Watson, dragging in ragged breaths, my lungs burning with the effort, my heart nearly beating out of my chest.
“Will it gross you out if I tell you I kind of want to live the rest of my life covered in your cum?” he asks between breaths. I can feel the curve of a smile on his lips as he kisses along my throat, his hand still moving absently over the curve of my ass.
“I’m all for it, although I think you’ll change your mind once it’s dry and crusty in all your body hair,” I warn.