Chapter 51
Scooter’s jaw was rough with stubble and Andy nosed along the edge of it to the sweet spot under his ear, licked and nibbled the rim of Scooter’s ear and breathed hot into it just to make Scooter shudder.
“Oh, that’s…yeah, that’s nice,” Scooter murmured, going boneless under Andy’s mouth. He slid his hands down Andy’s back, stopped when he reached the waistband of Andy’s jeans. “Can I?” His fingers teased at the skin there, clearly tracing the line of consent, but even that was hot and arousing, the way Scooter’s fingers were warm and a little rough from all the work he did. The pads of his fingers scraped along Andy’s sides, just bordering on the edge of ticklish.
“Oh, God, yes, please,” Andy gasped, rocking his hips to grind them together, heated and electric and so so good even through their clothes. He mouthed down Scooter’s neck, sucking and licking at the delicate skin, salty and warm.
“Wanted to do this since I first saw you,” Scooter confessed. He slid his hands down the back of Andy’s jeans, the tight fabric keeping Scooter’s palms pressed snug against Andy’s ass. “So…so perfect.”
Andy laughed, shaky with need. “Feel free, anytime you want, that’s…God, you’re just too much.”
Scooter used his handhold on Andy’s backside to pull them closer, rolling his hips up to rub against the vee of Andy’s legs, and Andy ground down against him, rutting shamelessly. “Want you, want you, oh, Andy,” Scooter said, raising his mouth for more kisses. He captured Andy’s mouth—
AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrooooooooooooooooooo!
At least this time Andy didn’t get dumped on the floor, he supposed.
He groaned, much less happily this time, and dropped his head to Scooter’s shoulder for a moment before sliding off Scooter’s lap, every inch of separation a small agony. “Right. Walking the dog is a thing,” he sighed ruefully. “Ten minutes? Or—you could come with?”
“I’ll walk with you,” Scooter said, getting up and adjusting himself with a pained grunt. “I swear to Christ, I’m gonna…Yeah, little fresh air might help.” He toed his shoes off and cuffed his jeans up a few times until he looked ridiculous, like he was going to go clam-digging. “Ever walked in the water at night?”
“Only when Trick’s dragged me into the surf a couple of times. Usually the evening walk is pretty quick, so I can get to bed.” Bed was definitely where he wanted to be right now, in fact, even if sleep wasn’t on the agenda.
“Come on.” Scooter held out his hand in offering. “It’s cliché, but it’s all right. I’ve been told on good authority that I’m a dork.”
“Yeah?” Andy slipped his hand into Scooter’s, and Christ, they’d just been making out, grinding against each other, about a dozen good thrusts from coming in his pants like he was fifteen;holding handsshould not be waking up the butterflies in Andy’s stomach like this. “Well, I’ve been told that I need to learn how to have fun, even if it’s dorky.”
It was late enough that no one was out to complain if Trick was running around without a leash—usually only tourists complained about it. And that one lady down the road who had a loathing of all things canine, but Trick avoided her, so that was all right. The moon wasn’t much, just on the far side of half, but the reflections on the water lit the beach up, a smoother, cleaner sort of light than the brilliant amber glow that New York City had. And Sandbridge was just far enough off the beaten path that there wasn’t much light pollution.
Andy hadn’t known there were that many stars. Okay, well, he’d known, but it wasn’t the same thing as looking at it.
Scooter glanced at him, sidelong, swinging their hands between them as they walked. “I was…um…thinking…”
“Dangerous.” Andy kept his tone light, even if his stomach was suddenly knotting.
“Sometimes,” Scooter said. “Look, Andy, I…maybe I’m presuming. But, you know, I…I had good reasons for my rules, and I’m about to break ‘em. And I’m not backing out—I want to, God, I want to. I was just thinking, maybe, we should take it slow? Let me take you out a few times before…before we jump right into it?”
Andy did not want to take it slow, he really didnot. He’d been fantasizing about Scooter for weeks, and if it hadn’t been for Trick, they’d already be naked by now, dammit.
But no one had ever suggested such a thing to him. Certainly not Nick, who’d tumbled him into bed within an hour of their first meeting, mere weeksbefore suggesting that Andy should move in to escape his father. And not any of the random hook-ups Andy’d had before Nick, either. Maybe…maybe there was something to drawing out the anticipation a little longer.