Charlie snickered and something in his eyes melted. And yeah, he looked like a fucking angel. “Maybe. I’m…a little overwhelmed. And I’m cold.”
I pulled him into my arms unthinking and kissed his cheek. “Stay here. I’ll grab the towel from that chair.”
“That’s okay. I need to change.”
“Right. Um, do you think Gray has a pair of trunks I can borrow?”
“Yeah. We can throw those in the dryer. Follow me.”
Charlie turned on his squeaky sneakers and sashayed to the far end of the yard, pausing a couple of times to pluck the damp fabric from his skin. When he reached the sliding glass door to the kitchen, he unbuttoned his oxford shirt, then glanced over his shoulder, holding my gaze as he pulled it off one arm at a time. He had to be ten times more uncomfortable than me in his wet designer duds, so it wasn’t a particularly sexy maneuver. But dammit, he was beautiful. Smooth skin, pretty hair and eyes and—I stopped in my tracks when he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his khakis.
“What are you doing?”
“I can’t go in the house like this. I’ll drip everywhere. No one’s home. Gray’s at a meeting, and the band is in the studio.” He shot a challenging look at me. “Take yours off too. I won’t look.”
I gaped at him comically and craned my neck inside the kitchen. The coast was clear. And if he didn’t care about being caught bare-ass naked, I didn’t either. I was probably the least modest person on the planet. Though Charlie might be second. I gulped when he met my gaze as he lowered his khakis and boxer briefs over his ass. Then he turned around and pushed the wet fabric down his legs. He held on to the doorjamb to toe off his sneakers. Or attempt to take them off.
“Need help?” I asked.
“They’re stuck. I’m so pissed at you. Do you have any idea how much these were?” he huffed as I kneeled at his feet.
“Can it, Char. If you spent more than twenty bucks on these, I won’t be impressed. Lift your foot.”
When he didn’t obey, I glanced up at him…and froze. I bit the inside of my cheek, willing myself not to pop another boner at the glimpse of Charlie in all his glory. His cock was beautiful. Weird adjective for a dick, but it was true. It was long and pale like him…and half-hard. I absently rubbed my palm over my crotch as I noted the expertly trimmed hair nestled around the base and his perfect balls. I wanted to lick him. Every inch of him. But especially that dick.
“What are you doing, Ky?”
“Um…”
He gave me a look I couldn’t read to save my life. “If you help me, I’ll help you. I mean, with my shoes. And I’ll help find you some dry clothes. We better hurry, though. If we’re gone too long, the guys might come searching for us.”
I nodded again, then picked up his foot and wrestled to get one shoe off before moving on to the next. I tugged it off, looked up and…lost my breath. I didn’t think. I just leaned in and brushed my nose against the head of his cock before opening my mouth.
“Oh! Wow…” Charlie pushed his fingers through my hair and watched carefully as I flicked my tongue around his slit before sucking the tip.
Truth time. I hadn’t sucked cock in over five years. Maybe more. And every time I’d done it, guilt weighed on me and spoiled the fun. But I didn’t feel guilty now. I wasn’t even nervous, which was crazy ’cause any of my bandmates could have walked outside and found me in a compromising situation. I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Charlie.
I swallowed his length until I gagged. I eased off and tried again. And again. I found my rhythm surprisingly fast. I sucked, then licked him up one side and down the other. Like I said, it had been years, but I figured I must be doing okay. I heard him call my name and groan as he swayed his hips. When I grabbed his ass and held him still before twirling my tongue around his girth, he moaned loudly and shoved me away. I stumbled back on my heels and stood, automatically stroking myself through my wet board shorts.
“Now what? I can’t leave you like that,” I growled in a low voice, gesturing toward the flagpole between his legs.
Charlie stepped out of his khakis and boxers and tucked them under his arm before motioning for me to follow him. “This way.”
We hurried through the empty great room into the main entry. Charlie took a quick right toward the modern glass and wood stairway and almost tripped over a squeaky dog toy, sending Chester into a barking frenzy. He wasn’t in his crate in the kitchen, which meant he was probably with Gray somewhere in the house. We froze for a second and stared at each other. I was hard as a fucking rock and Charlie was half-naked. We couldn’t bluff our way through this one easily. I made an executive decision and picked him up in a fireman’s hold before heading up the stairs.