Only You by Jerry Cole (the top 100 crime novels of all time TXT) 📕

“Sounds it,” Bradley had chuckled, feeling the nerves melt from him like snow in summer.

And indeed, Sherman had been true to his word. Every time he came to visit Bradley that month, he had brought a new flower to add to the bunch. The two had even turned it into a game, where Bradley would try and guess what the flower was, and then Sherman would give him the correct name... and a prize, if he was right. The prize was usually just a kiss or something silly like that. Today though it felt like a kiss might not be enough...

Still on his knees, Sherman continued to suck Bradley’s hard cock like it was his job. He was an old pro now, especially where Bradley was concerned. He knew just what to do and how to do it.

He started by getting Bradley’s dick as wet as possible. There was no such thing as too much spit, and Sherman leaned into this fact considerably. Pools of saliva formed by his knees where it had dripped from Bradley’s dick and onto the floor, yet still Sherman continued to spit and hack all over it. As he did so, he worked his hand up and down the shaft, twisting and turning gently to Bradley’s moans and groans.

“I was thinking...” Sherman pulled his mouth free and looked up at Bradley with a wicked smile. His eyes were wild and hungry and to Bradley, that could only mean one thing.

“Don’t...” Bradley warned. He knew what Sherman was going to suggest, and although he desperately wanted to, he also knew he shouldn’t. But he also knew he wouldn’t be able to say no.

“What?” Sherman pretended to act upset... only to then spit on Bradley’s cock again. His hand moved down to Bradley’s full, throbbing balls and gave them a squeeze. “I was just going to say... how do you feel about putting this thick piece inside —”

“Stop!” Bradley growled.

Sherman did not stop. In fact, he just started sucking harder and harder and harder. And as to Bradley? He gripped the sides of his chair and tried not to howl out in pleasure. The last thing he needed was the stage crew hearing him get a blow job on his lunch break.

This wasn’t the first blow job that Sherman had given him in his change room. Not by a long shot. That first morning he’d stopped by to drop that single flower off and wish Bradley luck had ended with a blow job. And the next time too... and a couple of times after that. In fact, it almost always did. Truthfully, it was actually a great help as it did exactly what it was intended, that being to help Bradley relax. Also, Bradley knew that Sherman loved doing it.

But that was also just Sherman. The last month especially, ever since he’d returned home from Melbourne, Sherman had been a different person. And that wasn’t to say that he had changed, or was making great pains to try and be somebody else. It was the little things that had changed, things that made Bradley love him even more.

Firstly, he was much more helpful around the apartment now. But not in the ‘trying too hard’ way he had been before. Now it was a give and take process, one in which they would take turns to cook and clean and go shopping. It was system designed so that neither could hold it over the other’s head, and it was working splendidly.

Oh, and that apartment that they both lived in? The one that Bradley went home to every night to find his boyfriend waiting for him in? It was Bradley’s apartment, the single bedroom that Sherman had found for him months previously. Now, the two men lived in it full-time together.

After Melbourne, Sherman had been forced to take stock of his life. The first thing he realized was that he was going to have to make some serious changes where his finances were concerned. He couldn’t afford his old place, or even his old life. So, he committed to a full downsize which also saw Bradley become the true breadwinner of the pair. Neither man seemed to mind.

Sherman was back to working now at least, but only on a casual basis. DreamLine Travel was slowly re-finding its feet now that the pandemic was over and where they couldn’t afford to pay Sherman his old salary, he was more than happy to take the small amount of work they could offer, for the much smaller offering. He saw it as a sort of working holiday, one that he desperately needed.

“You won’t get bored?” Bradley had asked him when the job was first offered.

“No,” he had shrugged.

“But it’s only three days a week,” Bradley had then pressed. “What will you do for the rest?" He was slightly worried that an idle Sherman would lead to bad decisions on his boyfriend’s part. But Sherman’s didn’t seem too concerned.

And indeed, in response to the question, Sherman thought for a moment. Then a satisfied smile had slowly spread over his lips. “I don’t know,” he responded. “But I’m strangely excited about it.”

If there was anything wrong with this arrangement, if Sherman was becoming bored for example, Bradley was yet to see any real evidence that suggested the fact. He appeared happier than he had ever been, less stressed, more focused. Oh, and he also hadn’t touched drugs since that day in the Hades Angels’ clubhouse. As he famously said whenever Bradley asked him, ‘You’re the only drug I need.’

“Fuck it.” Back in Bradley’s change room, Sherman suddenly let go of Bradley’s throbbing cock and pushed himself to his feet.

“Wha —” Bradley exhaled from the shock. “What are you —”

“I can’t take it.” Sherman crossed the room to where the