Archer was helpless against his laughter. “What do you mean me too?”
“My best friend has had a crush on my dad since…god, since I can remember. I do not need someone else I care about falling for that old man.”
Archer grinned even wider, spreading his thighs so he could straddle Julian, and he cupped his face with both hands. “Your dad is a very good looking man, and he is a great person to take on a date. He’s also fucking terrible at putt-putt.”
Julian’s eyes widened, then he burst into laughter. “Oh my god, did you tell him that?”
“Yes. He lost spectacularly so I bought us snow cones to make up for it.” He pressed his thumb against Julian’s chin and when his lips parted, he eased his tongue in to share the fading tang of cherry. “I wish you’d come with,” he murmured when he pulled back.
Julian’s breath hitched a little as his fingers curled into Archer’s waist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to abandon you. This morning was just hectic and…”
Archer didn’t want him to feel like he had to make excuses, so he cut him off with another deep, thorough kiss. He felt Julian hardening under him, felt his hands begin to tremble a little. Julian’s breath came out in a sharp rush as Archer dragged his teeth along the sensitive skin just under his ear, then he pulled his earlobe between his lips and let go with a slow drag.
“I want you,” Archer breathed out. “I want to go to this wedding all stretched out from your cock.”
“Fuck,” Julian groaned. He pushed Archer back, glancing over at the clock on the table. It was past one, but Archer could hear in the way his breathing was hitched on his exhale, Julian was beyond caring about being punctual. “Go lock the door. I’m going to find those fucking condoms.”
Archer scrambled away, turning the deadbolt and drawing the front blinds before his fingers went right to his button and zipper. His body was suddenly wracked with need. It washed through him, furious and desperate, and he could feel his hole clenching with anticipation as Julian stripped down and then spread half the remaining lube on his hand.
His eyes hadn’t left Archer’s body, trailing his gaze with Archer’s movements as he stripped down. The air between them was heavy, wanton, and Archer ached to feel Julian pressing him into the mattress. He wanted to be overwhelmed with the feel of him, he wanted to relish the burn, the slide, the perfect thrusts deep in his body. He needed it.
“Come here,” Julian said after a moment, his voice raw and ragged.
Archer was unable to disobey. His feet carried him across the warm floors, and he lowered himself to the bed, sliding up toward the headboard as the tips of Julian’s free hand grazed his hip, then curled around his knee to spread his legs wide. He met Archer’s gaze full on, then leaned his head down and licked him root to tip, the sensation so powerful, Archer’s back bowed and he let out a startled cry.
Never had he been so primed for pleasure, never had he given everything of himself to a single person before. Julian was the sun. Julian’s power held his own, in a fragile but endless grasp that would last billions of years. And when they ended—because inevitably they would, whether it was with the sunrise, or a sunset seventy years from that moment—he knew Julian would consume him in a glorious supernova, and Archer would welcome it with open arms.
“Turn onto your stomach,” Julian murmured.
For a second, Archer wanted to argue, because watching Julian’s face was everything. But as he started to turn, Julian shuffled him away from the headboard, and he let out a small gasp when he realized he could see them in the mirror sitting above the dresser. The angle wouldn’t be enough for him to see Julian sliding inside of him, but he’d be able to see his face. He’d be able to see the way Julian’s hips snapped, and the way his thrusts would rock their bodies.
“Shit,” he gasped, and in the mirror, he saw Julian smile just before a finger traced his hole. Archer gave a full-body shudder, then pushed back, and Julian’s eyes fluttered shut as he sank in to the first knuckle. Archer bowed his head, spreading his legs a little wider as Julian pushed in deeper, and his cock which had started