Rogue - Jericho's Boys #2 - ch. 14 (Patreon)

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Shiloh

Shiloh blinked open sleepy eyes, burying his head in the pillow beneath him and inhaling deeply. He bit back a moan as the scent hit him. Levi. He grinned, turning his head to find the older boy sprawled beside him, still sound asleep. He lay on his stomach, one arm and leg bent like he was climbing a mountain in his sleep.

Shiloh watched Levi’s back rise and fall, giggling at the way the older boy’s face smooshed against the mattress, lips parted as he drooled onto his other own arm, trapped beneath him.

Shiloh sighed, resting his head on his forearm, staring at Levi with an almost dreamy expression. He was being so cringe but he couldn’t help it. This was the first time Shiloh had ever woken up beside someone. And Levi was the most beautiful someone. Even drooling. And especially naked.

Levi was almost completely bare, except for the sheet tangled around his leg. It did nothing to hide the planes of his back or his perfectly rounded ass. Shiloh bit his lip as he let his gaze follow the path downward. One thick thigh and muscular calf were also on display. He reached out, tracing the swell of his ass, the dip of his back, up, up, up to his shoulder blade. Last night he’d felt those muscles shifting beneath his fingers as Levi fucked him.

He would happily sit there all day staring at Levi but his bladder had other ideas. He sat up a little, taking in his own appearance. He grimaced as he noted the ugly green and yellow bruises from Micah’s beating. But now there were others, fingerprint shaped bruises on Shiloh’s hips from Levi holding him tight while he drove into him, pink marks with little red spots marred his chest from Levi biting and sucking at his skin. He wanted a lifetime filled with those marks…only those marks.

His nose wrinkled as his moved, realizing he was both gross and sticky, despite Levi’s hasty cleanup. Shiloh needed to get clean before he clawed his own skin off. He gently leaned forward, pressing his lips to Levi’s ear. “Can I take a shower?”

“Mm,” Levi mumbled. “Towels under bathroom sink…extra toothbrushes in the drawer.”

“Extra toothbrushes?” Shiloh said before he could stop himself, something inside him souring. How many guys did Levi bring there that they needed extra toothbrushes…plural.

When Levi chuckled, Shiloh sat back to glower at him. Was this funny to him? Shiloh folded his arms, his face forming a pout he couldn’t control. That seemed to only make Levi laugh harder, something that was hard to do with half his face still smooshed into the mattress. “Don’t get jealous, dimples. They’re not for my guests. I don’t let people sleep over. That’s Nico. He hates being alone. Ever.”

Shiloh’s anger melted. Poor Nico. That was sad.

When he saw Levi staring, he muttered, “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Uh-huh.” Levi gave a sleepy smile. “Hurry back.”

Shiloh rolled off the bed, then grabbed Levi’s abandoned underwear, slipping them up his legs, then frowned. He didn’t have anything to wear. He looked back at Levi who was already sleeping once more. He didn’t want to wake him again. Would he care if Shiloh borrowed his clothes? A little thrill shot through him as he remembered Levi’s words from last night. Soulmates. That’s what he’d called them. Surely soulmates wore each other’s clothes?

He quietly opened Levi’s dresser drawers until he found boxers and a t-shirt. He’d figure the rest out when he was clean. He crossed the tiny hall to the open bathroom door, closing and locking it. He quickly located the towel and toothbrush, feeling instantly better with his teeth clean.

Once under the scalding water, he relaxed a little, just letting the spray pound at his aching muscles. He couldn’t stop the stupid smile on his face. He was sore in places he didn’t even know could be sore. His inner thighs hurt, his glutes were killing him. He blushed thinking of Levi on top of him, between his spread legs. Shiloh had never imagined it could be that good, that it could feel that good to have another person invade his body like that.

But it had been so different, so unexpected. Nothing like what he’d experienced in his past. Nothing he could ever imagining experiencing again. Having Levi inside him had felt right. Having him fill him up, mark him, use him, had made him feel whole for the first time ever. If he could find a way for Levi to live inside him forever, he’d let him.

Shiloh leaned back against the tiles and just let the water wash over him, refusing to let the anxiety of what came next ruin this perfect little morning bubble he’d created. Something had shifted between them last night, Shiloh could feel it. There was a trust there, this vulnerability. They’d seen each other at their lowest point and neither was judging. Was that a good thing? Shiloh didn’t know. Maybe it was toxic. That’s what people called relationships that were founded on shaky foundations, right?

It didn’t get any shakier than Levi and Shiloh. But did that make them bad for each other? At dinner last night, Ever told Shiloh he’d spent most of his life in a closet, beaten and abused by a woman who’d forced him to call her mother when she’d never even bothered to give him a name. Arsen had rescued him…had loved him through all the bad stuff. If it could work for them, couldn’t it work for him and Levi?

Would Levi’s friends accept him as easily as they accepted Ever? Levi’s friends doted on the sweet pink haired boy. Shiloh could see why. He was this sweet, adorable fairy like creature. Shiloh…wasn’t? If anything, he was a feral raccoon living with his rabid brother.

Levi’s friends had been nice to him at dinner, including him in conversations, never attempting to shut him out. But would that last? He wanted what Ever had. A little place to live with Levi and Mal. Nico, too. So he never had to be alone. Shiloh suspected Levi and Nico were a package deal anyway. Which was fine with Shiloh. He and Mal were also a package deal. His brother was a little off, but he was sweet. Hopefully Nico and Mal got along.

Would Nico be able to tolerate Mal’s weirdness? Nico was so…normal. But he did like the same things Mal liked. Anime, nature documentaries, eating pizza in his underwear. Maybe they could be friends. Or maybe Mal would run as soon as he was free? He was the wildcard, always unpredictable. There was no way to guess what he might do. Ever. Shiloh was almost certain Mal didn’t even know what he planned to do before he did it.

Shiloh forced himself from his thoughts, washing his hair and body as quickly as possible, before toweling off and getting changed. He pulled the door open, then stopped short, mouth a surprised O as he was confronted by an equally surprised Nico.

“Oh…sorry,” Shiloh said, eyes going wide. “Levi said I could shower. I didn’t take too long, I don’t think. There should still be hot wat-”

Nico cut him off with a smirk. “I just need to pee. We only have one bathroom.”

Shiloh flushed. “Oh, right. Sorry.”

Nico shook his head, amused. “You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

“Sorry, I mean-” Shiloh cut himself off. Why was he babbling? Just walk away. His mouth had other ideas. “Um, I used one of your toothbrushes. The new ones, obviously, not your personal toothbrush, the ones for your-I mean, the extra ones in the drawer. Levi said it was okay.”

Nico stared at him with wide eyes, then stepped around him. Shiloh’s face was on fire as he started to walk away. He only made it two steps before Nico said, “It seems like you’re gonna be around more. I’ll put your toothbrush with Levi’s, so you know which one is yours.”

“Oh,” Shiloh said, heart skipping. “Thanks.”

Nico shrugged.

Shiloh studied him for a moment, really taking him in. His springy blonde curls, his deceptively angelic face, those large blue eyes. He looked like a muse for some Italian painter from the Renaissance even wearing nothing more than a pair of baggy black pants. Shiloh’s gaze snagged on the ink at his shoulder. A scorpion. Levi had the same tattoo. Had they had it done together? Did guys get matching tattoos with their best friends?

When he dialed back in, he found Nico watching him stare. “Sor-” he forced himself to not finish the word, then turned on his heel and practically ran back to Levi’s room, desperate to make an escape before he did something even more embarrassing. Once inside Levi’s room, he leaned against the door, letting his eyes fall shut in relief.

“Rough shower, dimples?” Levi mused.

Shiloh’s eyes flew open and almost choked on his own tongue. Levi was awake, lounging in the center of the mattress, gloriously naked, one hand behind his head, the other scrolling his phone. He was so hot. It wasn’t a pretty, polished kind of beauty. Levi’s body wasn’t carved from gym workouts and protein shakes. His physique came from working, from doing physical labor.

Levi had soft features, hardened by life. His golden skin was a road map of his life experiences. There were scars on his knees, another on the outside of one calf. Various tiny marks on his side that looked like burns. Any others were hidden behind swirls of ink. That was okay, Shiloh had a lifetime to discover every dip and curve of Levi’s body in great detail.

“Whacha looking at?” Levi teased.

Shiloh’s gaze snapped to his, blushing. “Nothing.”

“Uh-huh.” Levi mused. “You get all clean?”

Shiloh nodded, taking a couple of hesitant steps towards the bed. “Yeah.”

Levi gave him a searing look, his gaze raking over him, the dirty smile that spread across his face awakening something in Shiloh. Something that screamed danger but in the sexiest way possible.

“Hm,” Levi said, running his top teeth over his bottom lip in a way that made Shiloh’s stomach deliciously squirmy. “I’m not sure I believe you.” Levi’s eyes found his once more, voice low and throaty. “Take off your clothes and let me check.”

Shiloh bit back an embarrassing noise, then stumbled over a single word. “W-what?”

Shiloh watched, enthralled as Levi trailed his hand down his own stomach to rest beside his half-hard cock. “You heard me.”

Shiloh’s pulse throbbed, honeyed heat gathering low in his belly. Did Levi really want him to strip? Were they going to have sex again? Shiloh’s gaze darted to the window, to the sunlight streaming through the broken blinds. There was no hiding himself in the shadows this time.

He looked at Levi’s hard body, then at his own much softer one, tamping down the voice in his head whispering horrible, mean things to him about his looks. Shiloh sighed internally, determined to dampen the doubts, the embarrassment. He pulled his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Levi’s gaze dropped to Shiloh’s lower half in anticipation, lower lip trapped between his teeth like he was anticipating some big reveal.

Shiloh slipped his boxers down, then fought not to hide himself as Levi’s gaze roamed his naked body. When there eyes met once more, Levi rasped, “Come ‘ere.”

Shiloh scrambled onto the bed, then promptly found himself on his back, Levi looming over him. He studied Shiloh’s face like there would be a quiz on it later, his brown eyes full of concern.  “How are you feeling?”

Shiloh’s thoughts ground to a halt. “What do you mean?”

Levi settled his weight onto Shiloh, forcing his legs apart. He shivered as Levi’s hard cock pressed against the crease in his leg, one warm hand sliding down his side to his hip“Are you sore?” Levi asked, moving to cup his ass cheek. “Here, I mean.”

Blood rushed to Shiloh’s cheeks, his eyes fixating on the water stain on Levi’s ceiling. “Only a little.”

“Only a little, huh?” Levi asked, sounding suspicious, fingers dipping to graze his hole.

Shiloh whimpered, but not from pain. He could feel his dick filling out, Levi must feel it too. Shiloh brought his hand to Levi’s hair, playing with it as he said, “You were super gentle with me…” He forced himself to meet his gaze. “I could even do it again. If-If you wanted.”

“If I wanted, huh?” Levi taunted.

Shiloh shrugged, fighting a smile. “Yeah, you know, it’s whatever.”

Shiloh squealed as Levi suddenly attacked, burying his face in his neck, teeth snapping as he dug his fingers into his ribs. Shiloh’s cackles sounded borderline insane, bubbling up from deep in his belly, his knees coming up instinctively to try to protect himself from Levi’s agile fingers.

“Stop. Stop. Stop,” he begged through gales of laughter.

Shiloh’s laughter died abruptly as Levi suddenly kneeled between his knees, staring down at Shiloh, panicked.

Shiloh frowned. “What? What did I do wrong? I-I was just kidding.”

Levi’s face was a mask of concern, brows knitted together as he gently probed at the bruises on Shiloh’s ribs, chest and stomach. “I’m so stupid,” he muttered. “I forgot about these. Did I hurt you? You can tell me.”

Shiloh shook his head, dazed. “Not at all.”

That was why Levi had stopped? Fear he’d hurt Shiloh more? Shiloh’s heart swelled, so filled with gooey feelings for the man currently staring at him in horror that he feared his heart might actually explode and a billion little mini-hearts would run out of the room. How could anyone who looked so fierce be so disgustingly sweet?

“They don’t even hurt anymore. Not really. A twinge here and there. But you weren’t hurting me. I promise.”

Levi studied him like he could divine whether he was lying just by reading the planes and angles of his face. Whatever he saw there seemed to ease his mind. He blanketed himself over Shiloh once more, lowering to his forearms. His weight eased something deep in Shiloh’s psyche, but it awakened something much, much lower.

Levi ghosted his lips over Shiloh’s, once, twice. Playful. Teasing. Shiloh made a noise of frustration, earning a slightly longer kiss, Levi’s lips trapping Shiloh’s full bottom lip for only a moment before moving away once more. Shiloh shifted restlessly beneath him, hoping feeling his interest might speed up the proceedings.

It didn’t.

Levi’s kisses were lazy, just a slow press of soft lips, each lasting a little longer, only breaking whenever Shiloh tried for more. Each time Levi pulled back just a bit, Shiloh made a needy little whimper, trying to tug him back down. Levi would simply wait for Shiloh to settle, then capture his mouth again.

Shiloh had no idea how much time passed, but his thoughts grew hazy and his lips tingled deliciously.

“I love your little noises,” Levi murmured, voice wrapping around Shiloh like silk. Levi’s lips brushed against Shiloh’s forehead, his cheeks, his nose, then finally his chin, teeth nipping just hard enough to make Shiloh shiver. “I bet you could have a whole conversation with those cute little sounds and never utter a word.”

Shiloh’s face grew hot. “Shut up,” he whispered.

“Okay,” Levi said, dipping his head once more, his hand cupping Shiloh’s face, thumb tugging at his jaw, opening his mouth so he could dip his tongue inside. Finally. Shiloh couldn’t stop the low, throaty sound that escaped the back of his throat. It was all too much. He was naked, lying underneath the sexiest man on the planet, and that man was refusing to do anything other than give him chaste kisses.

At Shiloh’s noise, Levi’s other hand threaded in his hair, tilting his head to put him where he wanted him. Shiloh made another needy sound. Levi’s kisses were no longer lazy or chaste. No, his lips lingered, his tongue explored. These kisses were glutinous, hungry, they ignited something deep inside that had him squirming beneath Levi in minutes.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Levi murmured against his lips, .

“I want more,” Shiloh said, sucking on Levi’s tongue when it trespassed once more.

Levi’s lips broke from his, sliding down Shiloh’s throat to mouth over his Adam’s apple. “Yeah? What do you want, dimples?”

Maybe it was all the kisses making his tongue as loose as his thoughts and limbs, but Shiloh didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me, please?”

Levi groaned, mouth crashing into his once more in a kiss far filthier than anything else they’d done that morning. “Yeah? You want me inside you? Need me to fuck that tight little hole again?”

Shiloh’s cock throbbed at Levi’s dirty words, his responding moan beyond pornographic. “Please,” he begged.

Levi gave a low growl in return, but then seemed to sober. “Are you sure you’re not too sore? “ he asked softly, pushing Shiloh’s damp curls off his forehead.

Shiloh nodded. “It doesn’t have to be rough, right?”

Levi kissed him once more. “It can be whatever you want.”

Shiloh’s whole body grew hot, his cock twitching. “I just want to be close to you. As close as we can be. I want to feel you inside me, around me, I want the whole world to just me you and me for a while. Is that okay?”

Before he could even be embarrassed about his flowery speech, Levi’s mouth was on his hungrily, holding his face still so he could lick into his mouth. “You’re so sweet, so pretty. My soft, sweet, boy. Fuck,” he said between kisses, like it was just some stream of consciousness ramble.

Then he was gone, sitting between Shiloh’s knees once more, looking around before he started patting the mattress like a crazy person. Before Shiloh could ask what he was doing, Levi gave a cry of triumph, holding the lube up.

Shiloh watched as he propped the two pillows against the wall, then sat back against them, patting his lap, his hard cock jutting proudly against his stomach.

Did he want Shiloh to just…hop on? Shiloh looked at Levi startled. “Am I…”

Levi just smiled. “Just trust me.” He criss-crossed his legs, then patted those perfect thighs. “I want you right here.”

Shiloh swallowed audibly, then shuffled on his knees to comply. When he threw a leg over Levi and settled back on his legs, he realized just how intimate their position was. “Oh.”

Levi grinned, kissing Shiloh’s nose. “Hi.”

Shiloh’s insides liquified as he heard the cap on the lube give. “Are we really gonna do it like this?”

“Why? You don’t want to look at me?” he teased, a smile playing at his lips.

“I don’t want you looking at me,” he confessed, his voice barely audible.

Levi poured lube onto his fingers, spreading it around. “That’s mean,” he said, lips forming a pout. “Looking at you is one of my favorite things.”

Shiloh wasn’t going to survive this Levi. This sexy, sweet, boy who knew all the right things to say.

“Lift up just a bit.” Shiloh complied without thought, on the verge of a full-scale shame spiral. “That’s good, now just relax.”

Shiloh sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of Levi’s fingers gently rubbing against his rim. He studied Shiloh’s face, like he wanted to make sure there was no pain. There was no pain, just a slight soreness and an emptiness inside that would only be filled once Levi was back inside him.

Shiloh’s lips parted on a soft noise as Levi pressed a finger inside. “Mmf.”

Levi studied him, his expression borderline predatory as he stroked him from the inside out. “Feel okay?” he asked, voice raw, raking over Shiloh’s frazzled nerves.

“I can take another,” Shiloh said, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

He bit down on his lip as Levi slipped free, leaving him empty for only a second before he pushed back in with two. Shiloh whined, the ache of being stretched almost pleasant. He couldn’t stop himself from rocking back on the two digits dragging so perfectly against his walls.

“I love watching you like this,” Levi said, the heat in his gaze making Shiloh’s cock leak onto his belly. “You look so pretty on my fingers.”

Shiloh wanted to call him a liar, but one look at Levi’s molten gaze, his heavy cock flushed and wet between them and Shiloh believed him. He believed that somehow, Levi found Shiloh attractive enough to want this.

He pitched forward, catching Levi’s mouth in a sloppy off-center kiss. “Another.”

“Are you sure?”

Shiloh nipped at Levi’s plump bottom lip, all red and swollen from their endless kisses. “Do it.”

“You’re the boss.”

Three was a stretch. He couldn’t stop the hiss of pain that escaped clenched teeth as Levi’s three fingers breached him, then stopped. Shiloh frowned, dropping his weight to sink down on them himself. He yelped like a wounded animal at the sharp sting of the intrusion, earning another pinched look from Levi.

“I’m okay,” he promised, rising a tiny bit, then lowering again, as much to get used to the feeling again as to assure Levi he hadn’t hurt him.

And it didn’t hurt, the burn quickly became an ache and that ache became sparks of white hot light behind his eyelids as pleasure erupted throughout each time Levi’s fingers grazed Shiloh’s prostate.

Shiloh lost himself in the feeling, heart racing, heat building, working himself on Levi’s fingers, soft little sounds bubbling from his lips as he learned how to move to make Levi’s clever fingers grind just right inside him.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” Levi groaned. “Please tell me your ready.”

Shiloh blinked heavy lids, blushing as he realized how lost in his own pleasure he was. “Sorry.”

“Are you kidding that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I would pay money for a show like that. I just really need to fuck you or I’m going to come just from watching.”

Shiloh dropped his head, biting back a smile, watching as Levi fisted an obscene amount of lube over his cock. Shiloh wrapped his hand around Levi’s helping him stroke himself. “You look hot like this.”

“Yeah?” Levi asked. “You like watching me touch myself.” Shiloh nodded, still chewing on his own lip. “Well we will explore that at a later date. But I need to be inside you like yesterday.”

Shiloh gave a shy smile as he let Levi coax him back up on his knees. “You were inside me yesterday.”

There was a sharp sound, then a sting on his ass cheek. Shiloh’s mouth fell open. Levi had spanked him. His cock jumped, drooling even more at the idea. His gaze darted to Levi’s to find him watching him like he’d overstepped. “Add that to the things we will explore at a later date, please.”

Levi grinned, then nodded.

All traces of humor fell away when Levi gripped the base of his erection with one hand while guiding Shiloh downward with the other. His thighs quivered with effort as he held his weight there, hovering over Levi’s lap, the blunt head of his cock pressing against his rim.

“Just go slow. You’re in control.”

Shiloh sank his teeth into his bottom lip, giving a jilted nod. His hands flew to Levi’s shoulders as he breached him, blunt nails digging in at the burn of the intrusion. He managed to not cry out, afraid Levi would make them stop. He was watching Shiloh so closely, his worry evident.

After a moment, the sharp sting faded and Shiloh let him slip deeper, taking him in a bit at a time, his heart hammering so loudly, he was sure they could hear it down the street. By the time he was flush against Levi’s hips, they were both panting, both sweaty, his thighs were on fire.

“I don’t think I’m in good enough shape to ride you,” Shiloh whispered, dropping his forehead to Levi’s chin.

Levi shifted, moving his lower half away from the wall. “Not quite what I had in mind. Just wrap your legs around my waist.”

Shiloh frowned, but complied. It took a surprising amount of teamwork, but soon Shiloh’s heels pressed against Levi’s lower back, his arms wrapped tightly around his neck, clinging to him like a koala to a branch.

“Now what?” Shiloh asked. Levi’s hands gripped Shiloh’s ass, then lifted him up as he did something complicated with his hips, dropping Shiloh back down as he drove up into him, taking Shiloh’s breath with him. “Oh…wow.”

“Good, wow?” Levi asked, sounding strained.

“So good,” Shiloh whispered.

“Then kiss me and I’ll do the rest.”

Shiloh did as he was told, gasping into Levi’s open mouth on the next thrust. He fucked Shiloh like he’d kissed him that morning, slowly, deeply, like they had all the time in the world. Shiloh hadn’t thought it was possible to be this full, this absorbed in another human being. It felt spiritual, supernatural even, like they shared a body, there was no beginning or end, just the two of them, a complete circuit, sharing energy.

Shiloh tipped his head back as Levi bounced him in his lap, unable to stop the staccato sounds he forced from him with each movement. His cock ached painfully between them, but he ignored it. He couldn’t do anything other than just let Levi take him, use him. Every other thrust had the head of his cock hitting his prostate dead on, driving sharp cries from him as his cock would ooze more precum between them.

Neither of them spoke, they didn’t need to. There was something wholly erotic about the sounds filling the room. The panting breaths, the moans, the cries, Levi’s low groans and growls, the slapping of skin on skin, the squelch of the lube, the springs on the bed squeaking with every movement. There was no way Nico couldn’t hear them. He had to know. Had he put on his headphones? Was he just…listening to them?

“I’m close,” he panted into Levi’s ear. “Can I touch myself?”

“Fuck, yes,” Levi said, biting down on Shiloh’s shoulder as he bounced him harder, faster.

“Oh, fuck,” Shiloh moaned, almost weeping as he wrapped a fist around himself, stroking in time with Levi’s motions. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

Levi bit at Shiloh’s throat, his ear, then crashed their mouths together in a dirty kiss that didn’t last long, both of them too far gone, chasing their own climax.

Shiloh could feel his orgasm building, that coil inside him tightening. He was so close…so close. He tipped his head back, wanting to see Levi’s face. But Levi was looking down, watching Shiloh jerk himself, even as he continued fucking into him. That was all it took to have Shiloh spilling over his fist, eyes rolling back as his whole body clenched, pleasure shivering through him.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That was so sexy.”

Shiloh didn’t have a chance to answer. Levi picked him up just enough to drive into him, his pace frenzied, his expression almost pained.

Soon oversensitivity kicked in, each thrust sending sparks of pain/pleasure through him. He needed Levi to come. Now. He pressed his lips to his ear. “Come on, baby. Fill me up. I want to feel it deep inside me.”

The sound Levi made was barely human. He slammed Shiloh’s hips down even as he ground up into him, his body spasming, cock throbbing as he came hard and deep inside Shiloh just like he wanted.

Shiloh rested his head on Levi’s shoulder, both of them trying to come back down to Earth. Finally, Shiloh said, “I think I need more cardio before we try this again.”

Levi’s low laugh washed over Shiloh. “Same. Wow.”

After a few minutes, Shiloh started to ache…everywhere. He leaned back, smiling when he saw just how wrecked Levi looked. “Not to sound like a total sex novice but how do we get out of this position?” Shiloh asked.

In a blink, Shiloh found himself back on the bed, heels on the mattress, staring up at Levi. “Like this,” he said smugly, kissing Shiloh’s pouting mouth.

Shiloh made a face. “You have to pull out now, huh?”

Levi sighed. “I’m afraid so. As much as I’d like to live inside you forever, it’s just not feasible.”

Shiloh gave a beleaguered little noise as Levi’s spent cock slipped free, his come right behind him. He shivered. “This is a major design flaw of the human body,” he muttered. “Like what’s the point of putting it up there if its just gonna run back out.”

Levi snickered. “Depends on who you ask. But most people only care about it staying if they need it for procreation.”

“Okay, but even if we go by the most biblical of standards, why isn’t there a way to get it to just…stay?”

Levi flopped onto his back and pulled Shiloh against him. “I have no idea. But if it bothers you that much, we can get you a plug. You can keep it in there all day.”

Shiloh’s eyes went wide. “Really?” Levi’s gaze jerked to him, startled. Shiloh’s cheeks turned pink. “Oh, you were kidding.”

“I absolutely was, but if you want a plug, I will get you one. Hell, I’ll get you a dozen. A hundred. One in every color. Whatever you want.”

Shiloh sighed. “I don’t know what I want. Or what I like even. I’ve never done anything.”

Levi tsk’d, his fingers tangling in Shiloh’s very messy hair. “That’s not true. You’ve given your first blow job. You’ve done missionary. You’ve done this weird pretzel position that I think is called lotus position. It’s a good start. What else do you want to try?”

Shiloh’s brain ground to a halt. “I don’t know.”

Levi shrugged beneath him. “So make a sexual bucket list and we’ll just start ticking things off of it.”

Shiloh giggled. “A sexual bucket list?”

“Yeah, you know. A list of sex stuff, freaky or mundane, that you want to try and we’ll just like…go for it?”

Was this man crazy? “What if its something you don’t like?”

Levi tugged at Shiloh’s hair. “Honestly, dimples, I haven’t really tried that much myself. I’m kind of boring. I figured out the basics and just sort of stopped there. We can explore together.”

“What things did you figure out you liked?” Shiloh asked.

“With you?” Levi asked, knowing full well that wasn’t what Shiloh meant, but not allowing him to correct him before he said, I love how noisy you are. I love when you just do what I tell you without question. I like how your nose scrunches right before you come—”

Shiloh lifted his head, slapping his chest. “Oh, my God. It does not. Shut up.”

Levi laughed delighted at Shiloh’s embarrassment. “It totally does. You’re head falls back and your lips part and you just do this little nose scrunching thing that is so hot and cute I don’t know whether to tease you or breed you.”

Shiloh gasped like a scandalized maiden, heat rolling through him and his cock twitching with interest. “Don’t…don’t use that word.”

“Which one?” Levi teased. “Breeding?”

“Shut up,” Shiloh whined, throwing his hands over his face.

“I can’t tell if you really like it or really hate it. I’m adding it to the bucket list.” He pretended to write in the air. “Check to see if Shiloh has a breeding kink.”

Shiloh was so flushed he was probably glowing like embers in a fire. I hate you.”

“Nah, you love me.”

“I-” Shiloh cut himself off.

It was way too early for that. There was impulsive and then there was just insane. Saying I love you to someone you’d known less than a week was insane. So he did what any mature adult would do. He changed the subject. “What if I end up liking something super freaky that you hate? Then what?”

“Then we will negotiate and compromise.”

Before Shiloh could offer another hypothetical, Levi’s phone rang from somewhere beneath the covers. Shiloh saw Jericho’s photo a moment before Levi swiped to answer.

“Hey, man. What’s up?” Shiloh could almost make out Jericho’s voice on the other end of the phone but then Levi said, “Let me put you on speaker phone.” Levi clicked a button, then said, “Go ahead, Coe.”

Jericho’s voice filled the room, a bit tinny from the phone’s speaker. “I found a lawyer for Malachi. He’s making time to see you two today.”

“Oh, my God. That’s amazing?” Shiloh said, heart leaping.

“Yeah, but…unfortunately you have to be there by noon.”

“Noon?” Shiloh said, looking at his own phone. It was already ten-thirty.

“Yeah,” Jericho said grimly. “And his office is downtown; across from the Mulvaney Media building.”

Levi groaned, already sitting up. “That’s so far, dude.”

“Look, Thomas pulled a lot of strings to get this guy. He’s the best criminal defense attorney in the state and he’s only even talking to us because my last name is Mulvaney. His name is Lorenzo Conti. I’ll send you his details.”

“We’re never going to get an Uber at this time of day,” Shiloh said, chewing on his thumbnail, stomach churning.

“I’m sending someone to get you. Be downstairs in twenty.”

“Well, I hope whoever you’re sending is arriving in a time machine because that’s the only way we’re going to make it on time,” Levi grumbled.

Shiloh glared at Levi. “What he meant to say was thank you, Jericho.”

Shiloh slapped Levi’s bare shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Ow!” Levi said, pouting.

Shiloh pointed at the phone, giving him a look. Levi rolled his eyes. “Yeah, uh, thanks, Coe.”

Jericho barked out a laugh that made Shiloh jump. “Yeah, no problem, kid.”

Then he was gone. Shiloh and Levi looked at each other, both of them saying, “Shower? Shower,” at the same time.

As they waited for the shower spray to heat up, Shiloh ran a million scenario’s in his head, the best case being Malachi getting to come home.

Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please.