Test Drive (Crossroads Book 3) (10 page)

It was Justin who broke the silence first. He nodded his head toward the office. “Relax and go do your paperwork, Cinderella. I’m going to lift weights. Get ready to show you up the next time we work out together.”

Drew’s body went lax, while at the same time he thought about how much he enjoyed the simplicity of this man. “You’re cute when you’re delusional, Sleeping Beauty.” He stepped forward and placed his hand on Justin’s stomach. Felt the hardness of his abdomen beneath his hand. He was strong; it was there in the firmness of his body. He had nothing to worry about in that regard. “This feels okay.” Drew shrugged. “Not quite like mine but…”

“Ooh. Check you out. You flirted first this time. Feeling a little more confident with men? You taken some more test drives I don’t know about?” The last question didn’t seem to have the same playfulness as the rest of what Justin had said. Or hell, maybe he was imagining things.

“No,” he said, his voice serious as well. He wasn’t sure why he wanted Justin to know that he hadn’t fucked around with anyone since they’d met up again at Shanen’s, but it was important to him. “Now get your ass in fucking gear. I’m beginning to think you really came because you wanted to see me, and not for my excellent equipment. Or would it be that you did come for
my
equipment?” Drew wasn’t typically that big of a flirt, but something about Justin brought it out of him. Maybe because Justin did it so well, or because the dullness in Justin’s eyes went away when he did. Justin was a flirt; that was obvious. He liked it, and Drew liked the look on him.

Justin stepped closer, then closer again. The Italian herb smell got stronger, and Drew didn’t drop his hand from Justin’s stomach. Hell, he gripped his fucking shirt and he had no clue when that had happened.

The other man leaned in, his mouth so fucking close to Drew’s ear, he felt his lips brush it when he started to speak. “I didn’t get to see enough of your equipment. You ran away, remember? So how do I know if it’s excellent or not? But I can assure you, mine is.” And then the motherfucker walked away, leaving Drew standing there, rock hard, chuckling loud enough for Drew to hear him as he went.

“I hate you!” Drew called out.

“I’m crushed!” Justin replied, and Drew turned just in time to see him disappear into the men’s locker room.

Well hell. Looked like he had to find a way to do paperwork he didn’t want to do, with his dick perked up for the man stripping in his locker room right now.

Justin had no idea what in the hell he was doing here. The second he’d stepped up to the door, he’d almost turned around and walked away.

But he hadn’t. He’d texted and now here he was, an hour later, muscles burning, sweat dripping down his body and his mind on the man in his office down the hall.

There was a part of him that felt guilty for how much thought he put into Drew. There were a hundred other things he should be thinking about instead of a man with long, lean muscles, a tight ass, a cute blush, and a kind smile. But, goddamn, it felt good to think about other stuff. To joke and flirt and just let everything else go. To try and forget—even if only for a few minutes—what he was going through. What they were all going through.

Justin stood up, walked away from the machine he’d been using and then went over to work his shoulders. It was funny how the ache of lifting weights dimmed the rest of the shit going on in his life. He never would have thought it, but Drew was right about that. It gave him something else to concentrate on and it burned some of the pent-up energy inside of him.

After finishing five reps of fifteen on his shoulders, Justin made his way to the locker room. He didn’t want to abuse Drew’s hospitality by staying too late. Drew couldn’t want to spend all night at the gym. Hell, he likely could have already gone home if Justin hadn’t been here.

Justin made quick work of his clothes, probably stalling because he didn’t want to go home, while telling himself it was because he needed a shower. Five extra minutes couldn’t hurt.

He stepped under the warm spray and immediately began soaping his body. His dick got a little excited when he rubbed his balls, and even though Drew had been right that lifting was a good way to release tension, he still believed he was correct too, and that sex was an equally good way. Maybe better.

It didn’t take Justin long to clean up and wash his hair. Before he knew it, he’d turned off the shower, dried off, and dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from his bag.

And he had nothing to do besides go home.

He really fucking didn’t want to go home.

The house smelled like sickness. It hurt to breathe it in. To see his father.

Justin grabbed his bag and made his way back into the gym. It had to be close to two in the morning, but as he stepped into the room, he saw Drew in the back corner, close to one of the mirrors, cleaning it.

He had his back to Justin, one arm stretched up as he wiped down the glass. He wore a pair of basketball shorts that looked fucking hot on his ass, a T-shirt, and that black fucking hat, backward on his head.

He wanted him. Christ, he really fucking wanted him. From the second he’d seen Drew in that club he’d wanted to fuck him, to be fucked by him, to suck his dick to the back of his throat, and nurse the fucking thing like it was his only way to get sustenance.

Blood rushed to his cock, making it painfully hard in no time flat. He turned off his brain. Didn’t let himself worry about anything in this moment other than himself and Drew. And fuck, he hoped like hell that Drew wanted the same thing he did.

Justin set his bag down and started walking Drew’s way. He looked up, and their eyes met in the mirror. Drew smiled at him, and then Justin realized Drew saw the hunger in his stare. The smile slipped from his face, but not as though he didn’t want the same thing. No, because he was just as fucking hungry as Justin was.

Drew turned, just in time for Justin to crush their mouths together. He heard the bottle drop, felt Drew’s hands on his sides as he dug his fingers in, and opened his mouth for Justin to sink his tongue inside.

Christ, he wanted to fucking ravage him. To lose himself in this because it felt so much better than anything else did right now. Justin knew his way around sex, around pleasure. It was so much easier to navigate than pain and loss.

Drew held his sides tighter, his fingers digging in harder as Justin’s mouth made a trail down his neck. As though he just realized it, Drew’s hold loosened and he said, “Fuck…sorry.”

“What for?” Justin nipped at his neck and then sucked hard. “You can be rough with me. It’s a whole lot more fun that way.”

The second the words were out of his mouth, the pressure was there again, Drew squeezing him hard. He’d probably have marks there, little bruises from the pressure of his fingers, and damned if Justin didn’t want them. If he didn’t want Drew to brand him, leave evidence there of something that felt so fucking good.

Justin rubbed his cheek against the always-present scruff on Drew’s face. He pushed himself closer to Drew and thrust his dick against the other man’s. Ate Drew’s moan, and then let his hand roam down Drew’s body, to palm his cock. “I want to get on my knees for you. Want to suck you till we both lose our fucking minds. Want to bury my face against your sac and breathe nothing in but your scent. I’ve been wondering what you taste like, what you smell like. Tell me you want that too.”

Drew thrust into his hand and gritted out, “Oh fuck. You’re going to make me come and we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”

Justin smiled into Drew’s neck, let his teeth graze over his skin. “This isn’t good? There you go hurting my feelings again. Now make me feel better and tell me you want it.”

He pulled back so he could look into Drew’s steel-blue eyes but still kept his hand on the other man’s erection.

“I want it,” Drew rushed out. “Jesus, I fucking want it. Did you really think there was a possibility I didn’t? Now
my
feelings are hurt because you obviously think I’m insane.”

Justin pressed a quick kiss to his lips and he realized he was smiling again. Drew was good at making him do that. “I’ll make it up to you.” And then he dropped to his knees. Drew leaned against the mirror behind him. His hand slapped down on the mirror to the right of him.

Oh fuck. He couldn’t have planned this any better if he’d tried. Justin turned, watched them in the mirror as he pulled Drew’s shorts and underwear down. His thick cock sprung free, bouncing against his belly. A pearl of pre-come glistened on the tip. His pubes were darker than the dirty-blond hair on his head. His balls were full, big, and hung a little lower than Justin’s did. He reached out, cupped them, tested their weight as Drew hissed above him.

And then he dropped his hand and leaned in, nuzzled his face between Drew’s legs the way he promised he would…and inhaled. It was musk and man. Sex and desire. He loved this. Loved everything about pleasuring a man. “You smell just as good as I thought you would.”

“Fuck. You’re killing me. Put your goddamn mouth on me before I go out of my mind.”

Didn’t he know that’s what Justin wanted? To drive him crazy, make him soar, and then bring him back to earth. To pull him to the edge, only to retreat just so he could tease him into a frenzy again. “Watch me. Look in the mirror and watch me worship this pretty fucking cock of yours.”

Justin let his tongue sneak out. He flicked the head of Drew’s erection. Tasted his pre-come as he licked at the head. He’d always loved giving head. No, it wasn’t his favorite place to have his mouth, but it was right up close to the top. He’d always loved rimming. Loved driving a man crazy with his tongue between his cheeks. They’d get to that next time.

He looked up at Drew and put his tongue out, teased the tip of his prick, taking just a taste, before he sucked him as far back as he could. Drew shuddered above him, his eyes firmly on the mirror beside them, watching.

“You’re so damned sexy looking up at me from your knees. Suck me again. Want to feel your mouth,” Drew told him and Justin gladly obliged.

He held on to Drew’s sides, relaxed his throat muscles, and took Drew’s cock deep. It hit the back of his throat. Justin swallowed around it as Drew cursed and groaned. He was proud of his deep-throating abilities. Loved the fact that he could swallow around Drew’s erection.

His hand tightened in Justin’s hair, a gentle sting that urged him on even more. Justin loved the feel of his hard cock in his mouth. Loved the salty taste of Drew’s skin. Loved the stretch in his lips to accommodate Drew’s girth.

He pushed forward, buried his face in Drew’s pubes, and felt the rough hair of his thighs against his hand.

His own dick throbbed, but right now, all he needed was to drive Drew crazy. To show the man what he’d missed out on the first night they met.

“Jesus fucking Christ. I’m going to lose it. Gonna fucking blow,” Drew gritted, obviously trying to hold off. Justin just sucked harder, swallowed around the swollen head again. Drew’s grip intensified. He watched them in the mirror, thrust his hips, and then his dick jerked in Justin’s mouth. Hot, thick come jetted down the back of this throat. Justin swallowed before Drew cried out and shot again. Justin took it all, sucked his balls dry before pulling off and licking his lips.

“You taste good,” Justin told him.

Drew trembled. “My legs are going to give out. Holy fuck, I’ve never come so hard. I’ve never had head like that before.”

Justin chuckled as Drew pulled up his shorts and then slid down the mirror and landed on his ass. He was breathing heavy, his hat sort of sitting awkwardly because he leaned against the glass. He had that blissed out,
I-came-so-fucking-hard-I-could-die
look on his face, and it was almost as good as coming himself.

Almost.

Sexed out Drew was fucking hot.

“I’ll reciprocate. I swear. You just have to give me a minute. Jesus, you’re good at that.”

Justin’s pulse throbbed though he didn’t know why. The compliment settled into his bones. He felt…relaxed…satisfied…happy. “Move.” Justin playfully pushed him over and then sat down. Their arms brushed together as they sat there in silence just…
being…
and it was exactly what he needed. Coming here was exactly what he needed.

***

It had taken Drew a few minutes to come back to earth. His body had been jittery, his legs jello like that had been his first time getting his dick sucked. But Jesus, no one’s mouth had ever driven him as wild as Justin’s just had.

When he felt grounded again, they’d just started talking—about movies, and holidays, and traveling. “No…are you serious? You’ve never been out of North Carolina until now?” Drew couldn’t see how that was possible. He’d always loved traveling, and even if he hadn’t, his parents had dragged him and Jacob all over the world before they hit the age of eighteen.

“Yep. I’m sheltered. We can’t all grow up rich kids like you did.” Justin nudged him with his arm. He was a nudger, Drew noticed. He did that a lot. They still sat side by side on the floor of his gym, leaning against the mirror. It had been damn near an hour since they started talking but neither man had moved yet.

He didn’t want to even look at his phone to see what time it was. He could pretty much guarantee he wasn’t getting any sleep tonight…and he was actually okay with that. He enjoyed talking to Justin. It was like a new burst of energy from how he’d felt in his office earlier. He wanted to get to know Justin. To find out what got him excited, and what made him tick. To find out who he really was.

“No reply about the rich kid comment? You know I’m giving you shit, right?”

Drew nodded. “Yeah, I know.” Despite wanting to know everything he could about Justin, he felt like he knew him a lot better than he really did. “If you could travel any place, where would you go?” It felt like such a cheesy question, but he really was curious. He loved Ireland and Scotland, himself. He’d actually considered moving to one of them when he left law school, but hadn’t.

“United States?” Justin asked. “I’d say, Seattle. I don’t know what it is about Seattle but I’ve always wanted to go.”