So Rare (Boys of South Chapel #3)

12. Levi

Chapter 12

Levi

NOW

It takes me several heartbeats to process what just happened—what’s about to fucking happen. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, my chest heaving with exertion.

Exertion mixed with a shit ton of nerves.

I give myself a few more seconds to dwell on the unknown, because, fuck, are we really doing this?

His touch still lingers. The gentle way he inspected my hand for damage. How he grabbed the hair at the back of my head and tugged so hard I felt it in my balls.

Then there was last night.

I’m a deep sleeper, but my subconscious nudged me awake. Before I fully came to, I knew Greedy was awake and that he wasn’t okay. I covered his hand with mine out of instinct. The moment my fingers found his, I felt it.

He settled. I settled.

The physical connection was exactly what we both needed. I thought it would be enough to hold me over until Hunter was back in the fold and we could determine where things stand for us as a group.

This morning, though, he figured it out before I did.

I need a release—an outlet; a reset—if I’m going to get through this day without having an anxiety attack.

Beyond that, beyond the tension and attraction, Greedy sees me. He really fucking sees me, and clearly knows what I need even before I do.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I push away from the counter, turn the lock on the door, and stalk toward the showers.

There’s only one stall running.

Only one place he could be.

I step out of my shorts and add them to the hook where Greedy’s clothes are already hanging.

Then, after one last deep breath, I pull back the curtain to the stall.

Fucking hell.

I couldn’t have dreamed up a hotter image if I tried.

Greedy, naked and soaking wet, his hair clinging to his forehead, water cascading down his face and chest. Soap suds still cling to his calves and feet. With one hand, he gives his cock long, lazy pulls, his forearm flexing in a way that makes my mouth water.

When I force myself to meet his eyes, he gives me the most sincere, dazzling smile. Then, in the space of a breath, he grabs my arm, pulls me into the stall, shoves me under the stream of warm water, and drops down to his knees.

“I knew you’d come. I can’t wait to taste you,” he murmurs, both hands traveling my thighs as he looks up to me expectantly.

He’s a fucking sight to behold.

Greedy, on his knees, for me .

Never in a million years did I think this would be our reality.

He licks his lips, those bright green eyes darting from my hardening cock to my face.

“Hold up.” I clutch his wrist.

He freezes in place, his expression turning wary.

“Let me wash real quick.” I reach over his head for the generic shower gel and pop the cap.

With one hand raised, he says, “Let me do it.”

Without hesitation, I squirt a dollop into his palm. Then I watch, enraptured, as he rapidly slicks his hands together to create soapy suds.

He lifts those hands and uses both to encase my entire length.

“Fuck, G,” I grunt, overwhelmed by the sensation. His big hands running up and down my shaft send sparks through my extremities. “Just like that. That feels so fuckin’ good.”

Greedy’s eyes widen at my reaction, his grin growing as he continues to stroke me. He gives a few more healthy strokes with a twist of his wrist. I’m throbbing by the time he moves on to washing my pubic hair and lower abs, then working the soap gingerly over my balls and between my thighs.

He rubs the remaining body wash up and down my legs and over the backs of my calves. My heart stutters when his touch softens and he takes extra care to wash around the scar on my left leg.

“Turn,” he murmurs, gently guiding me farther into the stream of water so he can rinse away the bubbles. Once the suds are gone, he leans forward, hovering between my thighs, then dips his head and plants a kiss on my surgery scar.

“Is this still okay?”

My gut clenches and emotion rises in my throat.

This.

Us .

Him on his knees, licking his lips and waiting for permission to put his mouth on me.

Nothing has ever been this okay in my whole damn life.

“Yeah, G,” I confirm, my voice low and barely recognizable from the lust coursing through my veins. “More than okay.”

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he repeats. His eyes stay glued to my face as he opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue, and gives my cock a slow, methodical, tentative lick.

I blow out a shaky breath the second his warm mouth envelops me. When he closes his eyes and lavishes the ridge of the crown with his tongue, the visual is so erotic I swear my knees are going to buckle just from the sight of him.

When he skirts a hand up my thigh and grasps my length at the base, I have to slap a hand to the shower wall for support. He squeezes, giving me the perfect amount of pressure on the shaft as he makes a fucking meal out of the tip.

With my free hand, I cup the back of his head, but as I do, he stalls.

“You okay?” he asks, peering up at me through dark, wet lashes.

I chuckle, but quickly reassure him. “Yeah, man. More than okay.”

His eyes stay glued to mine, curiosity and determination shining behind the bright green irises. His Adam’s apple bobs in slow motion, as if it’s taking concerted effort to work up the courage for what he’s about to say.

“I’ve never done this before. Talk me through it, Leev. Teach me what you like.”

Understanding and affection wash over me. The hesitation isn’t because he’s unsure about us. Lack of confidence is the issue here. I’m the first man he’s ever been intimate with. Shit. That makes me feel like a fucking champion. I can help him out there, no problem.

Bringing my hand around to cup his jaw, I tilt it so I can look directly into his eyes.

“You’re doing so fucking good for me,” I praise, stroking his hair. “I love how tightly you jerk my cock. How fucking strong you feel, jacking me hard while sucking on the tip.”

His eyes light up.

“Do it again, just like that, but try to take me deeper this time.”

Nodding eagerly, he tightens his hold and brings his focus back to my dick.

I move both hands to his head to guide him. “That’s it,” I encourage. “Relax that gorgeous throat for me, G. Relax and let me in.”

He takes me deeper this time, hollowing his cheeks and digging his short nails into my ass as he works to take my length.

The second I hit the back of his throat, he gags, his throat spasming around me. God dammit. I just about blow it right there. The sensation is exquisite.

“Fuck,” he pants, popping off to catch his breath. “You’re so big.” A half-laugh escapes him.

There’s no fighting my grin. “You’ve got this, G. You can take it.”

The hint of amusement vanishes from his face, and his eyes darken, the color of a thick, overgrown forest.

He opens wide for me, this time tipping his head back and granting me even deeper access.

Groaning, I gently thrust into his mouth again and again.

With every plunging motion, he loosens up and takes me a little deeper.

“Fuck, G. You’re doing so good for me. Keep going. Just like that.”

Fuck any doubts he had about not knowing what he’s doing. The guy’s a fucking natural. He was made to suck my cock.

With a fist wrapped around the exposed length, Greedy jerks in tandem with the rhythm of his sucking, giving firm, intense tugs while lavishing me with his tongue. My vision narrows and tingles course through my legs with such force I have to brace my other hand against the wall to remain upright.

This beautiful fucking man is open so wide for me and jacking me hard, just how I like it.

Saliva smears along the side of his mouth as I fuck his face, and the visual of me marking him nearly sends me over the edge.

Spine tingling, I throw my head back. “Just like that, baby. You were made for me. You’re doing so fucking good. Suck me harder and make me come.”

When I look down again, I realize not only is he working me over like a champ with his mouth and one fist, but he’s also tugging on his own hard, weeping cock.

That’s it.

That’s what does it.

The sight of my best friend, on his knees, attempting to deep-throat me while giving his first ever blowjob, so fucking turned on that he has to touch himself at the same time? That’s what sends me over the edge.

My vision tunnels, and I lose it. I’m a beast finally out of his cage.

I fuck Greedy’s face so hard I have to cradle the back of his skull to hold him in place.

He moans around me, encouraging me, taking his fucking pounding like a good boy.

“I’m close,” I warn, though I’m fully intent on painting his throat with my cum.

Eyes full of tears and face red, he hums around my length and double-fists his own cock, wanking himself in time with my thrusts.

My insides are on fire, my abs tensing and every nerve in my core furling up in anticipation.

“Take it,” I grunt, driving myself into his mouth a final time. “Take it and swallow every drop of me.”

Intense, burning pleasure rips through me. Every limb. Every muscle. Every part of me ignites and pulsates, thrumming with the heat and fire Greedy cultivated with his hands and mouth.

He moans, his eyes rolling back. Then he groans and gasps as he comes in long jets without pulling off me.

I stroke his head with both hands, appreciation and admiration washing over me as my body comes down and I start to relax.

I needed that. He knew I needed that.

Slowly, he licks my softening length, as if savoring it, before finally releasing me.

With one hand still planted on the wall to steady my shaking legs, I hold the other out and help him to his feet.

“That was—”

Fuck. I don’t have the words to describe just how satisfying and soul-aligning this moment of intimacy with my best friend was.

“Yeah,” Greedy agrees. “Yeah it was.”

Rising to full height, he angles in, his movements slow, as if he’s still unsure. He pauses for a breath. Then another. Finally, he closes the gap between us and ghosts his lips over mine.

I return the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around him and hold him close, relishing the way his heart hammers in time with mine.

His chest is slick and warm as he hugs me back.

“Is this okay?”

The question steals the air from my lungs. It’s the same one I asked him last night when I reached out in the dark and wove our fingers together.

Nodding, I wet my lips. I’m more nervous than I’ve been in a long time. My chest is on fire from holding my breath in anticipation.

When he kisses me a second time, stars erupt behind my eyelids and the world tilts off its axis. The sensation of his tongue teasing mine and the more assured way he kisses me this time rocks my fucking world. His tongue dips out to tease mine, a soft caress, followed by a more intense, probing stroke.

I find myself leaning in, desperately craving more.

More of him.

More of us.

I can’t believe this is happening.

I’m kissing Greedy—and he’s kissing me back with just as much fervor.

I’m kissing my best friend.

I’m kissing my girlfriend’s first love.

With that thought, the joy and excitement drain from me.

Fuck .

Daisy.

A choked sob escapes me as I pull back abruptly.

I haven’t thought about Hunter once since I stepped into this shower stall.

What kind of boyfriend am I, getting sucked off and locking lips with someone else while my girl is out there waiting for me?

She could be hurt. Scared. Yet here I am, fooling around with Greedy. Shame percolates low in my belly, replacing all the lightness and joy that inhabited the space just moments ago.

“Get washed up,” I say, exiting the shower and grabbing a thin, scratchy towel off the pile. I grab one for him, then think better of it.

I don’t want to waste another minute waiting.

Dropping the towel back onto the stack, I toss my own to the floor. “I need to ask Kabir about that text. Meet you back in the room.”

Without waiting for a reply, I tug my sweat-soaked shorts on, sans boxers, then unlock the door and leave.