Tasting Notes by Cate Ashwood

watched as West’s expression changed from one of calm to one of fury.
    “Fuck you, Rush. You sure like to make assumptions rather than getting the facts first, and I’m fucking sick of it. You think I’m rich and spoiled, fine. You think I’m sleeping with Rosie, fine. But when you throw those assumptions in my face, like I have something to be ashamed of because of it? Well, that makes you an asshole.”
    Rush saw the punch coming, and he couldn’t say why he didn’t react. West’s fist collided with his cheek, throwing Rush backward with the force of it. Even in the blur of anger, Rush had to give the guy credit. He didn’t think he had it in him. Rush’s cheek throbbed, but he was only going to let West get one hit in. When Rush saw him pull back, prepared to strike again, he grabbed him, threw him against the wall, and pinned him in place.
    “You are rich and spoiled, and are you going to tell me you didn’t fuck Rosie? I show up here this morning, there are empty wine bottles on the table, and she walks out of your bedroom naked. What other logical conclusion should I have come to? You say I’m the asshole? You’re the asshole. I can’t fucking stand you, you fucking prick. Get the fuck out of town. Go back to where you came from and leave us all the fuck alone.”
    Rush released him and took half a step back. He needed distance to catch his breath. West’s eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Rush’s hand, yanked him forward, and shoved his palm against the front of his soft cotton sleep pants. Instinctively, his fingers curled around the hard ridge of West’s erection.
    “That feel like I’m after the female population?”
    Rush blinked once, then came to his senses. He slammed his mouth down on West’s with a deep growl, crowding him against the wall and trapping him in place with his strong body.
    He kissed him hard, his hands roaming everywhere. West pulled him in, both hands planted firmly on his ass as he ground their cocks together. The friction was maddening, Rush’s erection caught against the thick denim of his jeans.
    West was making the sweetest sounds, and it was all Rush could do to keep from tearing his clothes off and taking him right there against the wall. His tongue dipped into West’s mouth, taking, tasting, and the strangled noise West made when Rush finally pulled away was his undoing. He grabbed West by the hand and pulled him forcefully down the hallway toward the bedroom. The bed was rumpled, the blankets and sheets bunched and messy. For a moment, Rush had a flash of West and Rosie together. He contained the growl that threatened to burst forth and pushed West onto the bed.
    West sat perched at the end, watching with a hungry look as Rush tore his own belt open with nimble fingers. He slipped the button through the hole, then lowered his zipper in one smooth motion, moving the fabric aside just enough to allow him to pull his dick out. He was intensely hard, precome already gathering at the tip. West looked up at him with a wicked expression, then licked his lips, like he knew exactly what was coming next.
    “Fuck, you’re huge,” West said.
    “I’m proportionate.”
    “Yeah, you’re huge.”
    Rush stepped closer, and wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, he angled it up toward West. West bent forward, swirling his tongue around the head. Rush hissed at the sensation. It had been far too long since he had a blowjob, and he wasn’t about to take this one for granted. He moved his hips, urging West to take more of him in. West opened obediently for him, accepting Rush’s cock all the way down the back of his throat. Rush caved forward, his fingers spearing through West’s sleep-mussed hair, holding his head still as Rush slowly began to fuck his mouth.
    “Just like that,” he urged, his voice already strained with effort.
    West pulled off and smiled at him as he buried his face against Rush’s balls, taking one into his mouth and sucking just hard enough.