Lazy Valentines (Lazy Days)

love stuff was still pretty new to both of them, still a little uncomfortable and awkward and having only admitted it once, and not seen each other for a few days made it even more so. Devon slid a hand into Scott's hair, tugging him closer and brushing their mouths together. "I do love you, but that's definitely not the only reason though, darlin'."
    Scott's lips quirked into a smile against Devon's mouth—his response swelled Devon's heart. "Are we supposed to miss each other after only four days, nine hours and about twelve or thirteen minutes?" Scott whispered moving his head so his words tickled against Devon's hair.
    "I don't know. I'm as new as you are to this… L-O-V-E stuff. But things seem a little one-sided at the moment…" Scott stiffened in Devon's arms. "Not the love part, sweetheart… the getting off part. So… how do you want me?"

Chapter Two
    Scott shuddered when Devon slid his mouth to his ear, the already sexy drawl in his voice skittering low and raspy over his skin. "You want me on my knees sucking you off in the entranceway? On the couch with my legs in the air? On all fours waiting for you to take me in the kitchen?"
    Throaty groans filled the room and it took Scott a moment to realize they all belonged to him. "Dammit, I missed you, Dev."
    "Me, too. Seems like it might be a perfect day to stay in bed and indulge, huh? My plans can wait for another day."
    Scott pulled back, his skin still tingling where Devon had pressed against his ear. He searched Devon's eyes. "You had actual plans?"
    Devon nodded, reaching down to cup the front of Scott's pajama pants. Scott flinched back at first then hesitantly leaned into the touch.
    "Is it so hard to believe I can make a plan?" Devon asked, eyebrows knitting into a V. "And speaking of hard … where exactly did yours… go… your hard-on I mean. I thought you were enjoying it, too. Did I do something to—"
    "I already came." Scott hadn't meant to blurt it out but between the flushed embarrassment rushing though his entire body and the mess running down his leg, his brain was otherwise occupied.
    "What?"
    He fumbled with his words, the air in the room suddenly dense and hot, not to mention the uncomfortable stickiness inside his pj bottoms. "I never meant to… I wanted to wait for you to… but it just… uh, it just happened."
    Scott might have died on the spot if Devon hadn't yanked him back into his arms and chuckled demonically in his ear. "You sneaky bastard. How did I not know you came?"
    Scott shrugged then buried his nose in Devon's mass of hair. "Guess I can't razz you about your indiscretion when I did it too?"
    Devon kissed the side of his head and Scott tried to stay still enough to hide his discomfort. Devon was anything but a fool though. "Probably doesn't feel too good running down your leg either, huh?"
    "Dammit, Devon." He'd been trying very hard to ignore the wet trail, trying to be grown up and not have to run to the bathroom to quickly clean it up before it drove him freaking crazy. Devon had caught on long ago that Scott always needed to clean himself up right away. He liked the warmth and the thought of Devon's—or his own—cum on his body but the instant it started to cool and became sticky then crusty, it made his skin crawl and his brain twitch.
    "You're gonna freak out about cleaning that up in a minute, aren’t you?" Devon smirked, holding Scott tighter while Scott shifted his feet and crinkled his nose. "Should we maybe go do something about that before—"
    "Oh God, yes!" Scott blurted out He finally tore himself away from Devon then made his way painfully slowly toward the bathroom. He walked on his tiptoes so his movements didn't cause the trickle to slip faster down his leg while he stifled the big "ewww" that desperately wanted to escape his lips. He flicked and twisted his hands in front of him, the action stuffing down some of the anxiety he was feeling though he knew he probably looked like an escapee from the loony bin. It was okay though. He could show his true self since it was only Devon who was seeing him—Devon who loved him.
    "You sure you don't wanna hug me some more? I really missed you—" Devon's voice made it clear that was a gentle tease.
    "No!" Bastard. Scott didn't turn around but he made a note to smack Devon—hard—once he was clean. "Later, and then you're going to tell me about these plans of yours."
    Scott breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the bathroom, his fingers already