You don’t even want to know the things I had to think about to keep some semblance of control.

[He left control in the rearview before he had Max seated firmly in his lap with his hand rubbing him through the fabric of his pants. Fuck. If there was any doubt or hope of playing it off before, it was gone now. His cock throbbed against Max’s hand, his erection pressing incessantly against his jeans. Between the haze of the tequila and Max in his lap, it was getting increasingly difficult to stay focused on the conversation.]

I did. We-shit-we were together before he left. Again. But I haven’t. Not since.

[Without thinking, he wraps his lips around Max’s thumb, sucking on it and swirling his tongue over the tip before pulling off and exhaling shakily as he meets Max’s gaze.]

Go ahead and find out.