Test Drive (Crossroads Book 3) (14 page)

He wanted to fuck.

To come.

To lose his motherfucking mind with the man.

And he knew Drew would make him lose it.

He turned around when he got to the edge of Drew’s bed. “You have entirely too many clothes on for fucking.”

“Then why don’t you take them off of me?” Drew countered.

His fucking pleasure. Justin put his fingers in the waistband of Drew’s grey sweats and pushed them down his legs. He got a surprise when he did. “Look at you, going commando. Are you sure you weren’t expecting me?” Justin teased.

“I was hopeful.” Drew took over and kicked his legs free.

“Wishes do come true. Lift your arms.”

Drew did as he said. Justin pulled the T-shirt up his chest and over his head, taking his cap with it. The second he was free of it Justin leaned forward, held Drew’s right arm up as he licked a path down his collarbone, over his shoulder and then nuzzled his face in his pit. He smelled clean, like soap and man.

“Holy shit.” Drew trembled and pulled back slightly.

“Depending on the kind of sex you’ve had, this might be a little dirtier than that.”

Drew frowned, and Justin realized his nose wrinkled when he did. “I can handle it. I want it.”

“Good,” Justin told him before he nuzzled his face in Drew’s armpit again. “I like crevices. Like this...” And then he started to kiss his way down Drew’s side before kneeling in front of him. “And right here.” He licked the space where Drew’s leg met his crotch. “And here.” He ran his finger down the crack of Drew’s ass. “But we’ll get to that another time.”

Drew moaned when Justin pushed his face into his pubic hair again. He breathed Drew in. Squeezed his ass, dug his nails in.

“Jesus,” Drew moaned. “You’re determined to fucking kill me. Get up here. I want to kiss you.”

Justin let Drew pull him to his feet. Their mouths clashed down on each other. Their tongues dueled. Hands were everywhere, arms wrapped around each other, scratching and gripping and pulling. Christ, Justin was ravenous for this man. Insane with need. His body was on fire. His dick throbbed and his balls ached.

He grunted when Drew pushed him backward. Justin fell on the bed, Drew on top of him. They thrust their dicks together, hairy legs rubbing against each other. Sweaty, hard bodies slapping together.

“You feel so goddamned good beneath me. All this skin on skin, male body against male body. This is new,” Drew told him.

“Didn’t make it to the getting naked and sweaty together part yet, huh? I’ll show you how good it can be.”

And then their mouths were on each other’s again. Justin grabbed Drew’s muscular ass. It was little and tight and damn did he want his mouth on it. Wanted his tongue to trace it and his teeth to bite into it.

He let his fingers dig in and squeezed the globes, every once in a while teasing Drew’s crack with his finger. Every time he did, Drew let out a throaty moan. Oh yeah, he was definitely curious about bottoming. Justin couldn’t wait to be the one to show him just how fucking incredible it could be. But right now, he really fucking wanted it. Really needed to turn everything else off and let Drew make him feel blissed the fuck out.

“Make me feel good, Drew. Christ, I need you to fucking take me.” Justin rolled them. Drew laughed as Justin ended up on top of him, but then he kept going. He crawled up to the head of the bed, lay on his back and spread his legs wide so Drew could see his hole.

When Drew didn’t move, didn’t speak, there was a brief moment that his chest went tight.
He’s never fucked another man…
What if he realized he was attracted to men, yeah, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be balls deep in them? As quickly as that thought dive-bombed into his brain, it drifted right out again. Drew looked at him with hunger, with naked desire.

“Jesus,” he said as he began moving toward Justin. “It looks so fucking small. So goddamned tight.” He kneeled between Justin’s spread legs. When he reached out and rubbed the pad of his thumb over Justin’s asshole, he shuddered.

“Oh fuck. I could see you clench when you did that. Do it again. You are so fucking sexy.”

Justin clenched his hole again before saying, “Then why don’t you put something in me?”

From his spot between Justin’s legs, Drew looked up at him and grinned. “I’m going to. Now be quiet and let me play.”

Justin said he wanted to lose his mind, but Drew was pretty sure he would be the one to lose control. Even looking at Justin’s small, pink hole he wanted to come undone. How tight would it feel around his dick? How hot would he be inside? He really couldn’t fucking wait to find out.

Drew put his finger in his mouth, getting it nice and wet before he rubbed it against Justin’s wrinkled pucker. He clenched it again and damned if it wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t wait to watch his dick disappear inside.

For now, he’d settle for a finger. Drew let the tip of it push inside Justin’s hole.

“We don’t have to do the one finger, two fingers, three fingers stretch, you know.”

“Shh,” Drew told him. “I’m exploring, remember? Let me fucking explore every part of you.” And then he pushed his finger all the way inside. Justin moaned a delicious fucking moan, and Drew felt the urge to beat his fists against his chest because he was the one making Justin feel this way.

He fucked Justin with that one finger. With his other hand, he cupped the man’s sac, played with his tight balls, and watched his dick jerk against his belly in anticipation.

Justin’s dick leaked, dripped against his stomach in a long line. He watched as Justin stroked himself once, before putting his finger in his own pre-come and then sucking it off his finger.

Lust went off like a firework display in Drew’s gut. “Oh God. I feel like a fucking virgin. Jesus, that was hot.” He leaned forward, spit on his finger and then used two to fuck Justin’s pretty, pink asshole.

“Christ, yesss… Right there. Right fucking there,” Justin said over and over as Drew pleasured him. He took over, stroking Justin’s dick with one hand and continued finger-fucking him with the other.

His dick was so damn hard it hurt. Angry and pleading to sink inside Justin.

“Fuck me,” Justin told him. “I need you to fuck me, Drew.”

Damned if Drew didn’t need that too. He pulled his fingers out, leaned forward and licked the new drops of pre-come leaking from the head of Justin’s dick. There was a part of him that felt as though he was on unsteady ground because he’d never done this before. Never fucked a man, but then…he was confident in it too. This had always been there, waiting inside Drew for him to see where it would take him.

It took him to this moment with this man and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He leaned toward the bedside table and rummaged through the top drawer. He felt Justin’s hand on his ass, rubbing the globes and spreading his cheeks. For just a second, he froze up. He’d never had someone look at his asshole before, but if the fucking thing made Justin feel half of the desire Drew did when he looked at Justin’s, they were good.

His heart sped up a bit. “Shit,” he said as he kept looking in the drawer.

“No…no, no, no. I don’t like the sound of that.”

Drew didn’t either.

“Please tell me you have condoms. Who the hell doesn’t keep condoms?”

“I’m out! I didn’t know I was out. It’s been a long time since I brought someone home. I have to have at least one buried in here. I don’t have lube either.”

Then Justin was sitting up, trying to squeeze around Drew to look in the drawer. It made the edge of the bed dip and Drew almost tumbled off. “Move.” He swatted at Justin’s hand. “You’re making it harder.”

“This wait is making me softer! Find the motherfucking condom, Drew. We can do it without the lube, though, seriously man, we’re going to have to have a talk about your stock.”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Drew continued looking. Almost fell off the bed again and then, “Oh, thank God.” He pulled a condom out and checked the date. “Yes! We’re good.” And they both started laughing like crazy. It was wild, frenzied laughter. Happy laughter. Completely comfortable laughter.

“Come on!” Justin pulled Drew back on the bed the right way. “If I hadn’t had a view of your ass the whole time you would have had to get me hard again. Seriously? You should always have a spare box of condoms.”

“Leave me alone. I saved the day. I found one.” Drew lay on top of him and then lowered his head. Their mouths came together again. Drew pushed his tongue into Justin’s mouth and thrust against him. This was different. He wasn’t stupid enough not to notice that. He’d never laughed like that in bed with someone. Never had this much fun. Drew wouldn’t deny the confusing things he felt.

When he pulled away, Justin said, “Think you have it in you to save the day again? I really need a fucking orgasm.”

“I do,” Drew told him. “Get on your hands and knees. I want to watch my dick slide into your ass when I take you.”

“Oh, you’re bossy. I didn’t know.”

Drew pulled back, kneeled behind Justin. He opened the condom wrapper and sheathed his aching prick. He used his own spit to slick himself as best he could. He did the same to Justin’s hole, and then he was there, pushing the head of his cock inside. He went slow, watched that tight fucking ring stretch to accommodate him.

He saw Justin’s hands clench the pillows, heard him breathe heavily. “You good? I can go find something for lube if you—”

“I’m good. Fuck, it feels good. Get me a little wetter and you got it.”

Justin dropped his head. He had a beautiful fucking arch to his back.

Jesus, he couldn’t fucking believe he didn’t have lube. He let another drop of spit land on his dick, rubbed it on himself and on Justin’s hole, before he started to push again.

Fuck, it was tight. So goddamned tight and hot. And sexy as hell, watching Justin’s hole stretch. Watching it grip his dick, swallow it as Drew pushed slowly inside.

The second he was buried to the hilt, they both let out a deep breath.

“I think I’m going to stay right here forever. For the rest of my fucking life, because goddamn, I don’t think anything has felt as good as being inside of you.”

“Might be awkward at family get-togethers,” Justin replied and then softer, he added, “Just fuck me, Drew. Please.”

The
please
almost did him in. Their laughter from earlier was gone now, the room heavy again. Drew wanted to make all of that shit go away. Wipe it out of Justin’s mind as best he could. For now, this was the only way he knew how.

He held on to Justin’s hips, pulled almost all the way out and then slammed forward again. Over and over he pummeled Justin’s hole. With each thrust, he watched his own prick disappear and then pull out again. It was so fucking sexy, his balls wanted to unload right then and there, but he would make this good for Justin. He wouldn’t let himself ruin it before Justin had the chance to come.

“I’ve never felt something this tight. You feel so good, Justin. I want to make you feel good too.” Drew leaned forward, thrust harder. He wrapped his hand around Justin’s erection and started to stroke.

He fisted him tightly. Rubbed his other hand down the perfect fucking arch in his back.

“Right there. Christ, yes, just like that,” Justin gritted out.

Drew kept fucking—stroking and fucking. His balls burned. They were so fucking high and tight that he didn’t know how much longer he could last when Justin thrust back against him, cursed, and then come spurted from his cock, slicking it up. Another jet pulsed from his dick as Justin’s ass clenched Drew’s cock and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He slammed deep, his own orgasm ripped out of him as he filled the condom with come.

They fell in a heap in the middle of the bed. Come spilled from the condom, down his leg and onto his blanket but he didn’t have the strength to move. They didn’t speak, nothing but heavy breathing filling the room.

Drew didn’t know what to say.
Are you okay?
felt ridiculous.
Hey, why did you come over?
was even worse.

It was Justin who saved the day this time. “So,” he said after a few minutes of silence, “How was your test drive?”

Drew let out a loud laugh; his cheeks hurt from smiling so fucking big. “It was perfect. I’m wondering why in the hell I took so long to take the ride.”

But really, as emotional as it sounded, he was glad it hadn’t happened earlier, so it could be Justin he experienced it with.

***

Justin knew he needed to say something to Drew but he wasn’t sure where to start. It was a whole hell of a lot easier just to talk about fucking.

But it was more than that too…he needed to talk to someone about the things going on inside of his head and he thought maybe he needed that person to be Drew.

Drew took the condom off, rolled over and tossed it into the trash. As he was about to stand up, Justin reached over, grabbed his wrist, and shook his head. He could see the understanding in Drew’s expressive eyes. He nodded and then lay back down beside him, this time on his side, looking down at Justin with his head propped up on his hand.

His blue eyes entranced Justin. He had a little laugh line beside his mouth. He must have trimmed this morning because his scruff was a little lighter than it normally was. Christ, the man was fucking gorgeous.

“What is it?” Drew asked. “You can talk to me.”

“I guess…I guess the time has come. Dad and his doctors decided it was time to stop chemo. Everything has been all sorted out.” And by that, he meant he had no fucking say in anything. Should he have a say? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was his dad and Joy had organized everything before they’d even spoken to Justin and his siblings. “He’ll move in with Joy because she’ll be able to take better care of him.”

“What about you?” Drew asked and Justin let out a deep breath. He’d needed that more than he thought he should. He selfishly needed someone to think of him—but was it selfish? Landon had that in Rod. Shanen had it in Jacob. Even his father had it in Joy. And…well, he guessed he kind of had it in Drew now, too.