Test Drive (Crossroads Book 3) (21 page)

Drew stared hard, his blue-gray eyes dark and stormy with emotion. Emotions that made Justin’s heart beat too fast and his chest both light and heavy at the same time.

“You said you’re gonna love me good, and I want that now. I want sweat-slicked bodies colliding together as you show me what it’s like to have someone make love to me.”

How could he say no to that? Especially when he didn’t want to?

Justin stood and smiled at him. “You owe me a fuck against a door.”

Drew returned his smile and Justin held out a hand for him, before leading him up the stairs.

Drew had wanted this from the beginning of the night. Had planned for it to make sure he was ready. This wasn’t a new desire for him. He’d always wondered what it felt like to be fucked, but the burning need his desire suddenly took on was new. He couldn’t wait. It was Justin he wanted. Justin inside him.

When they got to his room, Justin swatted his ass and nodded toward the bed. “Lay down on your stomach. Spread your legs for me.”

Drew nodded and then did as he was told. The lamp beside his bed was on. Justin opened the drawer and pulled out lube and a condom, tossing them on the bed.

Drew watched as Justin finished undressing. He was so damned beautiful—all golden skin and tight muscles. His dick stood tall against his stomach. His balls full, two tight little globes ready to bust. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to last?” Drew teased him to lighten the mood.

“If you make me embarrass myself, I’ll never forgive you.” Justin winked at him before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between Drew’s legs. “Look at this ass.” He rubbed Drew’s cheeks, pushed them together and then pulled them apart. “Oh yeah. I’ll find a way to make sure I can last. I’m not going to want to leave you once I’m inside.”

Yes. That sounded perfect to Drew. Suddenly needy, his hole ached to be filled. He pushed his ass toward Justin. “Then get inside me, baby. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

“Shh,” Justin told him. “I’m getting there. I’m admiring the view.” He leaned over and kissed the back of Drew’s neck. His lips were warm, his breath hot as he kissed his way down Drew’s shoulders, to the swell of his ass. “Arch your back a little bit. Put your ass in the air. Show me where you want me. Let me see that pretty hole.”

Fucking hell, Drew had to bite his lip so he didn’t come. “Okay, so it might be me who can’t last,” he teased before doing as Justin said. He pushed his ass out. Spread his legs more. Arched his back and wondered how he looked this way. Completely out of his mind with lust, offering his ass to the man behind him—wanting him to take it, to fill it, to fuck it, to slam into him, pound him deep and hard until he didn’t know anything other than Justin. Until he didn’t even know his own fucking name.

And he would love every second of it.

“Christ, look at you laid out for me, like a fucking gift. Such a tight, pretty hole.” Justin rubbed his thumb against Drew’s pucker, making him shudder.

“Then do something with it.” He was fucking ravenous for him. Wanted Justin to devour him. “I want to feel you stretching me.”

“Christ, that’s hot. Knowing you’re so greedy for my dick. I’m going to taste you first. Get you ready with my mouth.”

Drew held his breath as Justin lay between his legs. As his strong, rough hands spread his cheeks. Finally, with the first flick of Justin’s tongue against his hole, he breathed again. “Yes. Like that. Give me more.” Who the hell would have known getting rimmed would feel so incredible? It was so damn intimate, the feel of Justin’s mouth on him. Of Justin’s tongue probing his hole. Every time the man did it to him, he lost his mind.

He humped the bed, grinding his dick into the white comforter as Justin devoured him—hard, soft, finger, no finger, then tongue fucked him until Drew was a gasping, needy mess writhing beneath him.

“I’m going to open you up for me now.” Justin kissed his right cheek, and then his left before he kneeled again. He grabbed the lube, and Drew heard it open before Justin squeezed some on his fingers.

His stomach was a mass of nerves and excitement. As much as he wanted this, he was about to take a cock for the first time. He was about to take Justin’s cock.

Drew flinched when he felt Justin’s slick, cold finger at his asshole. Closed his eyes as it pushed in and then… “Yes…”

“Look at you, taking two fingers like a champ.”

That made Drew open his eyes and look over his shoulder to see Justin concentrating on him. He used his left hand to pull Drew’s cheek apart, to open him more as his eyes were firmly on where his fingers were fucking Drew’s ass.

He felt the difference—the stretch as Justin used two fingers on him for the first time, but all he could think was that he wanted
more, more, more.

“I’m going to go for three now, okay, baby?” Justin asked. “Christ, if you could see this. It’s like you were made to be opened up by me.”

As sappy as it sounded, Drew wondered if he might be.

Justin used his free hand to grab the lube and squirt more on his fingers, and then there was more stretching, burning as he worked a third finger inside Drew’s hole.

“You’re doing good. So fucking sexy.” Justin slid his fingers in and out, twisted them, spread them. It was slightly uncomfortable…but not. It was like the burn made things better, made him want more, but there was another part of him that felt like something foreign was happening. Like something was going inside a part of him that something didn’t usually go into.

Still, Drew wanted more.

“So good. So damn good but I want your dick. Give me your dick, Justin.”

Justin growled above him and then pulled his fingers free. Drew felt open…embarrassed, but he didn’t have much time to think about it. Justin ripped open the condom. Drew watched over his shoulder as his lover rolled it down his red, throbbing prick.

He squirted more lube on his dick. “Lift up a bit.” Justin swatted his hip and Drew did, so Justin could slip a pillow under him, making Drew higher.

Justin angled his dick down toward Drew’s hole and started to push inside.

Justin was bigger than his three fingers, stretching Drew’s hole wide as he tried to work his way inside. It burned, really fucking burned. For a second he almost said never mind, but then Justin rubbed his back and whispered. “You’re doing good. So fucking good, baby. I almost have my crown inside. Damn, I wish you could see this. Wish you could see how fucking gorgeous it is watching my cock breach you.”

Drew closed his eyes, and relaxed, Justin’s words filling his brain as his cock pushed farther and farther until he filled his ass too. They both released a deep breath at the same time. “Give me just a second.” Justin’s voice was hoarse, on edge. “You’re so hot inside. If I move this is all over. Just let me get used to you.”

Justin breathed out.

Drew in.

Justin in.

Drew out.

And then with his hands flat on the bed, one on each side of Drew, as he held himself up, Justin started to move. He pulled almost all the way out, before slamming in again. It was fast and hard. He railed him the way Drew wanted, but there was a tenderness to it too. He was careful and loving as he fucked Drew for the first time.

No, as he made love to him. Because that’s what they were doing, making love.

When he lay down on Drew’s back, giving Drew his weight, he thought it couldn’t get any better, but then Justin’s arms went under his, so he could hold on to Drew, moving slower now. Pushing in, digging his hips into Drew’s ass, before slowly pulling out again, and Drew realized that it could get even better.

“Are you good? Is this okay?” Justin asked, his voice tight like he struggled to rein himself in.

Each time he thrust, he rubbed Drew’s prostate sending a shot of pleasure through him. “Yes…better than good.”

Their bodies slapped together the way Drew had wanted. They were slick with sweat. His balls ached, begged for release. His cock wanted friction, which he got each time Justin slammed into him, making his dick rub against the bed.

“I’m a hair-trigger here, baby. What do you need? I want you to come,” Justin told him.

“Take me harder. Give me your mouth,” Drew told him and then Justin was gone. He pulled out. Drew almost lost his fucking mind needing him back. When Justin flipped him over, he got it. He held his legs back and open. Justin’s dick impaled him again.

Justin’s hand found Drew’s cock and stroked. The second their mouths fused together in a scorching kiss, his balls let loose. Three long spurts of come shot from his slit, between their bodies. Justin kept thrusting. Kept fucking. Kept loving, his chest rubbing the thick, white semen into Drew’s and then… “Fuck!” Justin tensed, and went tight as he thrust through his own orgasm.

They lay together, tangled in each other, nothing but sweaty limbs, come, and deep breathing.

“That was incredible,” Drew said when he finally caught his breath. “How could I have waited so long to do that?”

Justin looked down at him, all fucking emotion. But then, as though he realized it, he winked and grinned. “Because you were waiting for me, of course.” And then he lay down with his head on Drew’s chest, his thumb brushing back and forth over one of his nipples. “I know I should want to do nothing but pass out right now, but I know I can’t sleep. Talk to me. Tell me about the house.”

So Drew did. He told him how he wanted something that was his. Something he created for himself, and he knew Justin would understand that.

They talked about how much longer Justin had in school and how he couldn’t wait to be a paramedic. They talked about first kisses, and Drew admitted he’d been arrested at sixteen for drinking in an empty house. They talked and laughed and held each other, and he thought maybe he would never get tired of talking to this man.

“How’s everything going, son?” Justin’s father asked as they sat on the back porch of Joy’s house. Justin came over to spend some time with him today, and Joy had left to give them some space. He’d stopped by every day for the past week and a half, since they went on the motorcycle ride, but this was the first time they’d had an extended amount of time just the two of them.

“I’m good. How are you feeling?” Justin already knew the answer to that. It was scary how fast someone could start to deteriorate. He knew when chemo stopped, there were no definites—a week, a month, three months. He’d looked so much better after he stopped the treatments that Justin had hoped they’d get more time, but it was almost like after that ride the other day, everything started to go downhill. He looked more tired. Slept more. Got weaker. He was tired of fighting. Justin could see that even though he didn’t want to believe it.

Before he could reply to what Justin had asked him, his dad started to cough and Justin’s heart dropped to his feet. He stood up to…hell, he didn’t know what in the fuck he would do. It was a cough, but his dad waved him off.

His hand shook as he held a white cloth to his mouth and when he pulled it away, Justin’s heart wasn’t in his feet anymore. It was ground to dust.

A splotch of blood was in the middle of the cloth.

“Jesus.” He didn’t know what to say. Should he call someone? Did that happen often?

“It’s okay,” his father replied, but it wasn’t. It really fucking wasn’t okay.

“I…”

“Sit down, Justin.” But he couldn’t. He didn’t think he could move at all. His dad was coughing up
blood
for God’s sake.

“Please,” he asked again and as much as Justin wanted to run, to pretend this wasn’t happening, he sat. If his father couldn’t run from this, Justin damn sure wouldn’t either.

It was like the world suddenly turned off—no wind blowing or birds chirping—the only sound was the constant buzz of the oxygen tank.

“Tell me about Drew,” his dad finally broke the silence.

“Drew? You just coughed up blood and you want to talk about Drew?” Justin snapped like a live wire. He hadn’t meant to, didn’t want to, but he couldn’t hold back. “Has Joy seen that?”

“Yes. So has the hospice nurse. She started coming in about a week ago. Things are moving faster than I expected.”

Justin’s leg began shaking, bouncing up and down uncontrollably. He leaned forward, put weight on it with his elbow to try and stop it but it didn’t fucking work.
Things are moving faster than I expected.
“How long?” he finally croaked out.

“We still don’t know. You can never say for sure. Did I tell you how much it meant to me to ride with you and Landon together?”

“No.” Justin shook his head.

“Well it did. I—”

“I meant
no
I can’t do this. We’re not going to sit here and start saying our goodbyes!” That’s what he was doing by asking about Drew and speaking about their ride and Justin wasn’t ready yet. He just fucking wasn’t. He shoved to his feet, and made it to the porch stairs before his dad’s voice stopped him.

“Do you know how much I love you, Justin? That Shanen and Landon being in our lives doesn’t diminish that at all? You’re my son, no matter how things happened with your mother and I. Or Joy and I. Despite the fact that I regret disappearing from Landon and Shanen’s life, do you understand there isn’t a second of raising you that I regret?”

Justin’s hand squeezed the railing. A sharp piece of wood dug into his finger. He was frozen, rooted to where he stood, his back to his father.

“I never should have cut ties with your brother and your sister, but I also loved every second of being
your
father. Of watching you grow. I’m damned proud of the man you are. You’re a better man than I ever was. I robbed you of knowing your own brother and sister.” His voice cracked, his breathing was ragged, but Justin still couldn’t turn.

“I robbed you of a relationship with them. I robbed them of a relationship with you, and yet here the three of you are. Supporting me. You walked away from your life to come here with me. Do you know how incredible you are? How much respect I have for you?”

Justin dropped his head forward, and a single tear rolled down his face. He’d needed to hear that. Needed to hear all of it, so fucking bad it hurt. He’d wondered those things so many times since he found out about Landon and Shanen. Had his dad wished he was with them all those years? Did he have more in common with Landon? Did he wish he was with them instead—his original family and the woman he obviously still loved? It didn’t matter that he was a grown man, those worries plagued his heart on a daily basis.