Without another word, Priest moved up to between Julien’s spread legs, spat in his palm, grabbed hold of his own aching dick, and, with his eyes fastened on the men in front of him, he began to work himself.
“Oh, God,” Robbie said as his eyes drank in every inch of skin Priest had on display for them. He clamped his hand across Julien’s collarbone and dug his fingers into his shoulder.
As Robbie really began to roll his hips behind Julien, Priest let his gaze travel down to see Julien’s pupils were blown and lips were parted, as he grunted with every pull he made to his cock. He was close, as was Robbie—Priest could tell by the sounds, the movements, and the eyes locked on him. Priest then bent down to take Julien back in his mouth.
The sound that Priest pulled from Julien made his climax race down to his balls, and as he continued to suck Julien off, he let the intoxicating pleasure of it envelop him.
These men moved Priest in ways he had never imagined possible, and as all three of them lost themselves in that moment, they managed to take their minds off anything other than the sheer pleasure they got from one another’s presence.
* * *
AROUND THIRTY MINUTES later, Robbie stood with Priest in the kitchen, dressed and ready for the day as they both sipped coffee and Priest ate his bagel.
They’d left Julien to finish getting ready for the day on his own, but Priest had told him in no uncertain terms if he didn’t emerge from the bathroom in fifteen minutes max, he would go in there and physically remove Julien. He’d also taken Julien’s cell phone, turned it off, and placed it on the kitchen island.
Priest was right, though. Ever since Thursday’s opening, Julien had been totally distracted, checking to see if any word about his restaurant had hit the street. It had—the entertainment networks, which Robbie had been told was good, but not the crème de la crème.
Julien was waiting for the food critics, the culinary magazines, and the food bloggers to weigh in and tell him what they thought, and that wouldn’t happen until today—Monday.
“He has to know how amazing his place is, right?” Robbie said.
Priest shrugged. “You’d think. But it’s one of those things one should never become complacent over. If he wasn’t this anxious, this excited and nervous about putting something new out there for public consumption, he might as well quit while he’s ahead, because there’d be no passion behind the project. This is his baby.”
That made sense. “Well, anyone who doesn’t think that what they ate and drank on Thursday night is brilliant is a moron. He’s Julien Thornton—he’s renowned for being a picky bastard.”
Priest chuckled and took another bite of his bagel. “That he is. Would you like one?”
Robbie shook his head. “No, I’m actually going to go in early to The Popped Cherry. It’s inventory day, and I thought I’d pick up breakfast for me and Tate on the way.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“Yeah, well, I know his order by heart, since he used to come into the coffee shop I worked at all the time back in the day.”
“That’s right,” Priest said, as he leaned his hip up against the counter and angled his body toward Robbie’s.
Robbie couldn’t help but take a good, long look at him. Priest was totally relaxed this morning for probably the first time in a good week. They’d had an awesome weekend together, watching movies, hanging out in bed, eating Julien’s delicious food—among other things—and this really was the first time Priest looked…at ease.
“What were they like back then?” Priest asked.
“Logan and Tate?” Robbie snorted, and Priest arched an eyebrow. “Ah, exactly the same as they are now: stupidly in love. All googly-eyed over each other. It was kind of nauseating, really. I mean, we get it, you’re in love. But really, do you always have to be—” Robbie’s words came to an abrupt halt as he ran into the kitchen counter behind him, and Priest braced his hands on either side, boxing Robbie in.
“Do you always have to be…what?”
“Huh?” Robbie said, as his eyes fell to Priest’s mouth.
“You’re in love, but really, do you always have to be what? You didn’t finish your sentence.”
“Oh.” Robbie licked his lip. “That’s because something more interesting distracted me.”
Priest grinned and cocked his head to the side. “But now I’m curious.”
Of course he was. “Um…do you always have to be touching? That’s what I was going to say.”
Priest ran his eyes down to where Robbie’s cock was making it very clear that it wouldn’t mind a little touching of its own.
“If I recall correctly,” Priest said, and brushed a hand over Robbie’s eager erection, “you like to be touched.”
“Ah…” Robbie sighed, and pushed himself up against that hand. “I do. But back then I had no one touching me, so I was—”