Make a Right by Willa Okati Page A

squeezed his eyes shut and did away with the fastenings on his button fly fast as he could, only far enough to give himself room to scrub his palm against his dick and thrust into it. Almost there, don’t want it to stop; I need more than this; I need Cade. Always need Cade.
    “Let me see you,” Cade said, raw whisper sandpapering Tuck’s ears. He slitted his eyes open to find Cade raised on his elbows, watching him with hazy eyes and pure want. Just like nothing had ever gone wrong between them. “Tuck, let me see you come.”
    “Ah, fuck !” Tuck bit his cheek, tasting copper, and let go. All Cade ever had to do was ask, and away he went. He thrust into his fist, stripping himself empty, hand locking on to Cade’s leg tight enough to leave fingerprint bruises.
    Cade collapsed back onto the bed; Tuck thought Cade had come, and he’d missed it, but no. He gritted his teeth and pushed away the last of the fog clouding his head, surged forward and sucked Cade wet and sloppy. Cade rolled his head to and fro on the tangled sheets. Close, then, but not there.
    Took this extra touch sometimes. “It’s okay,” Tuck said. He drew off to rub Cade, as ragged a rhythm as he’d sucked, and pressed his face to Cade’s groin, where his hair would fall forward and cover Cade and himself from view. “It’s okay, babe. Love you so much.”
    “ God !” If Tuck hadn’t held him down, Cade would have arched his hips clear off the bed when he came, shooting thick streaks on his face.
    Tuck laughed, silently exulting, catching what he could and lapping away the rest. He licked Cade clean and sucked him gently as Cade softened, not stopping until Cade hissed and pushed him off.
    Even then Cade’s cock twitched, trying to rise again. Wanting more, the way it had always been between them. More . Explosions, fireworks going off in his hand and on his tongue. Every time. Since the beginning. Still. This thing they had between them, it wasn’t dead. Couldn’t be, and Cade knew it. He had to.
    There wasn’t any saying good-bye for them. Cade had to know that too.
    Tuck rested on his heels and looked at Cade, who’d struggled to sit upright. He shook his head, not able to speak yet, and reached for Tuck—
    And a fucking car out on the street below backfired. BOOM.
    Cade froze.
    Time. Stopped.
    And then it started again.
    “Don’t,” Tuck tried to say, but it was too late. Cade had already fumbled upright on shaking legs and pulled his jeans up too rough, too fast. Had to hurt. The wet denim clung to him, and his lips went white with the effort just to stand tall and proud, proud again, damn him for being so stubborn.
    “Cade, stop .”
    Cade wasn’t listening. Hell no, he was all but gone, making for the door. Lashing himself as harshly as if he had a bullwhip in his hand, deaf to Suzie-Q whining and scrabbling after him with her toenails clicking loud as gunshots on the floor. “This—I knew, this—God, I shouldn’t have come, I—”
    Tuck twisted about awkwardly and almost fell—then falling in truth when Cade blew past him. “Damn it, Cade, get back here. We can fix—”
    Too late. He moved like a whirlwind, Cade did, faster than a man who’d just gotten off that hard should be able to. Tuck reached the door just in time for it to slam into his face and bruise his nose.
    Fuck ! Tuck thumped his forehead hard against the wood to give himself a matching set of shocks of pain, and when that wasn’t enough, slammed his fist against the door in a two-knuckle punch that made it rattle in its frame. Fuck!
    One beat of silence. Two.
    And then, Tuck listened to—well, nothing.
    Nothing at all. He stopped, pressing his ear to the wood. No noise outside of sneakers shuffling down the corridor, and it hadn’t been long enough to have missed running or a second slam of the door to the stairwell.
    Cade was still out there.
    Maybe it was a good idea. Maybe not. Tuck opened the door anyway.
    There Cade stood, head pressed to