Starting from Scratch Read online Lane Hayes (Starting From #2)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Starting from Series by Lane Hayes
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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I splayed my hands over his ass and gulped as I wrapped my fingers around his rigid pole. “Oh, wow. You’re big.”

“Unhg. Can you…move your hand? Yeah. Like that,” he groaned when I stroked him. “Let me touch you too.”

He grappled with my belt, grunting in frustration when he couldn’t get the leather through the narrow buckle fast enough. I let go of him to help and he went a little crazy. In a sexy as hell kind of way. He raked his nails down my sides and tongue-fucked my mouth until he had enough room to wiggle his fingers under my boxer briefs to grab my bare ass. My breath hitched. I didn’t know what I wanted more…his talented hands on me, his passionate kisses, or a little space so I could drop to my knees and suck him off.

Ky seemed to sense my indecision. He took over, switching places with me, so his back was to the wall. Then he gripped both of our cocks in one hand and slid a single digit along my crack, pulling me as close as physically possible while he licked and sucked at my lips in a frenzy.

I pumped my hips in time with the motion he set and tried to meet him thrust for thrust. It wasn’t easy. He moved like thunder around me, surrounding me, taking me over. The slide of his hand on my aching dick and his probing finger brushing against my entrance set me on fire. I writhed like a ho, desperate for more of everything.

“Mmm. More. Please,” I begged, sucking in a breath of air.

“Like this?”

Ky pushed his finger inside me and…bam! That was all it took. Cum shot between us, spurting on our shirts and over our fists. He held me close when I trembled, but he didn’t stop. He kissed me as he jacked us both. Just a couple of strokes and he was there too.

I didn’t let go right away. And neither did Ky. He kept his finger in my ass and moved his other hand to my hip as he rested his forehead on mine.

I waited until my pulse slowed to freak out.

“What did we just do?”

“That was called a hand job,” Ky replied, sucking my bottom lip, then smacking my ass. Hard.

“Ow.”

Ky released me, chuckling at the mess we’d made. “Wow. That’s a lot of jizz. Do me a favor. Wipe your hands on my T-shirt and pull it over my head.”

I furrowed my brow. “Why don’t you wipe your hands on it and then—”

“Do it before I really spank your ass,” he growled in a faux-stern tone.

I rolled my eyes but obeyed. And yes, maybe I leaned in a little too close. I had to feel his bare cock against mine once more before I tugged on the fabric, handed it over, and started the uncomfortable chore of reassembly…and reestablishing boundaries.

“Um, so…that didn’t happen, right?” I asked, staring at his tattooed chest.

Ky swiped at his spent penis, then tucked his dirty tee into his back pocket before zipping his jeans. “Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all you have to say? You just—we just…” I motioned between us dramatically. “You’re all over me.”

Ky grabbed my wrist and licked a swath across my palm. “And you fuckin’ love it.”

I tore my hand away and glowered before bending to pick up his jacket. “Here. It must have fallen when we—what do we do now? Nothing, right?”

He observed me thoughtfully for a long moment, then glanced down the narrow pathway toward the main street. “I’ll follow your lead.”

“So we’ll just act normal on Monday?”

“Sure.” His smile seemed forced but he held eye contact, which I took as a measure of sincerity.

“Okay. Then um…I’m gonna go home.”

“Me too.” He pulled his jacket on and adjusted his guitar case over his shoulder before reaching for my hand. He snickered when I swiped at him. “You’re a fuckin’ porcupine, Char.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a raccoon.”

“Why a raccoon? Why not a possum or a panda?” he asked, casting an amused look my way before heading to the street.

“I don’t know. It was the first varmint that popped into my head.”

“That’s not so bad. Raccoons are kinda cute.”

“True.”

“So you think I’m cute?” he teased.

“No!” I lied.

“It’s cool. Porcupines are cute too. They’re just prickly as fuck.”

“Like me?”

“Yeah, but I like you anyway,” Ky assured me, pausing before we reached the sidewalk in front of the club. “Hey…nothing changes, and no regrets. That’s what you want, right?”

I frowned. “Isn’t it what you want too?”

“Um, yeah. Sure.” His nose twitched as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He looked like he wanted to add something more, but he didn’t know how to word it.

I waited for a long moment, then bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Right. Then we’ll go back to normal.”

3

Ky

Normal sucked. It was dull, predictable, and boring as hell. Every time I thought I wanted what everyone else had and then got it, I found myself drowning in a sea of vapid numbness. It happened to me in almost everything I thought would be the next great adventure. Like when I signed on with a high-level sponsor to compete as a professional skateboarder for the first time in a national tournament. I was so fucking excited. I figured I was a lucky bastard to stumble into a job doing something I could almost do with my eyes closed. Touring was great for six months, fine after a year, and soul-crushingly monotonous after three years. Worse…it sucked the fun out of boarding. That was hell to someone who’d literally slept with his skateboard as a kid. I put the bulk of my earnings away and lived frugally off the rest while I tried to get my feet under me and find something to spark a little joy.



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