think,” Wes croaked. “All the blood in my body is in my cock. I’ve never been this hard.”
Justin jerked open his car door and pushed the front seat forward. “Get in the back. Now.”
Wes barely fit, but they made it work. Justin crawled in after him, kneeling on the floorboards and pulling Wes’s cock out so he could get his mouth on him, swallow Wes down. He sucked him deep and hard, and played with his balls. Pressed his finger against his perineum, massaging the smooth skin until Wes’s thighs quaked and he dug his hands into Justin’s hair. He kept going, pressing until Wes thrust his cock all the way into Justin’s throat and erupted with a hoarse cry. Wes came so much, so forcefully, Justin couldn’t swallow it all, and some dribbled down his chin. Wes leaned forward and kissed him, licking his own spilled come. Another car passed by, but the windows were fogged, and they didn’t try to hide.
“Jesus,” Wes breathed. “You were incredible.”
Justin patted his lips daintily, like he’d just finished tea with the Queen. “Thank you.”
“Not that.” Wes held his hand. He was slumped half in Justin’s backseat, half falling to the floorboards, one leg shoved between the two front seats over the center console, the other bent up like he was squatting. “That was epic, too. You need to keep dancing. You’re gorgeous.”
“I’m nothing special.”
“You remind me of the danseurs we saw in Paris.”
Justin laughed. “They are some of the best on the planet!”
“You remind me of them,” Wes insisted.
“Thank you. That’s very sweet, cowboy.”
“I mean it, mon amour.”
Wes began the arduous process of disentangling himself from the inside of Justin’s car. When he finally bear crawled out onto the pavement, Justin said, “Congratulations. You’ve just been born again.”
“That’s exactly what it felt like.” Wes stretched and popped his back. “Let’s take my truck if we ever need to go on a road trip. That’s not a car. It’s a jack-in-the-box.”
“Deal.”
“Do you have plans later tonight?” Wes asked, almost shy.
“Wes, you’re my plans. You’re my boyfriend. I don’t do anything without you. I don’t want to do anything without you.”
Wes bit his lip and grinned. “Okay. Then get in your jack-in-the-box car and follow me.”
He was curious, but he did what Wes said, getting in and waiting for Wes to pull up beside him in his truck. He expected to head out of the city, and he wasn’t disappointed when Wes turned onto the county highway. But he was surprised when Wes pulled off only twenty minutes later, turning into the parking lot of a Holiday Inn that catered to truckers. Wes parked by the back door and waited for Justin.
“I wanted to do something special for you.” He took Justin’s hand. “Close your eyes.”
He let Wes lead him into the hotel, down two hallways that smelled of cigarette smoke and carpet cleaner. Air conditioners rattled, and HBO blared from behind one of the room doors. They came to a stop, and he heard Wes slide his keycard into the lock. Heard the door open. Wes guided him a few steps into the room. “Wait here. Keep your eyes closed. No peeking.” He heard a lighter flick on.
“Okay… You can open them.”
Candles were the first things he saw. A dozen tea lights scattered on the laminate dresser. The flickering glow reminded him of Paris, of the Eiffel Tower, of their first kiss. He smiled and stepped forward, to where Wes was waiting—
His steps faltered. White rose petals carpeted the bed. A bundle of lavender and baby’s breath, the biggest Justin had ever seen, rested on the pillow, tied with twine, like the little bundle of buds Wes had bought him in Paris. His breath hitched, and he turned to Wes, gasping.
Wes pulled a single red rose from behind his back. He twirled it in his fingers and smiled. “Tu es mon plus grand amour.”
You are the love of my life.
Chapter Nineteen
“Hey, Wes?” Colton poked his head into Wes’s bedroom. “Oh. Hey. You’re… Justin, right?”
Justin sat at Wes’s side on the floor. Both of their backs were to Wes’s bed, and their textbooks were spread around them.
Wes’s heart sped up as he turned to Colton. “What’s up?”
“We’re going out tonight. You wanna come?” He arched his eyebrows at Justin. “You’re invited, too, if you want. I mean, if that’s your scene?” Colton’s voice trailed off, his eyebrows crawling toward the backward brim of his ball cap.