We lay like that for the longest time, just kissing. I slid off his shirt just for the pleasure of feeling his skin against mine, and he kicked off his sneakers so he could brace his feet on the bed and cradle me between his legs. We stood up at one point to shed our jeans and then went right back to where we’d been, totally unhurried—becauseJesus, why would I have hurried, when there was no one I wanted to be with more than him and no opportunity in the world more important than this one I’d been given?
My hand trailed down to wrap around his cock, and Parker’s head went back on a gasp.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Just like that, Jamie. Oh, fuck. I want…”
“What do you want, love? Faster? Harder?”
He slid his knees up to lock his feet behind my waist. “I want you. Inside me.”
I slid a little lower on the bed and rocked again so my cock slid against the cleft of his ass. “Like this?”
He sucked in a breath through his nose, and his hand gripped my shoulder with bruising intensity. “Do you feel that?” he demanded. “It was always supposed to be this way between us, Jamie. Always. And now it can be.”
I shifted up to press our kiss-swollen lips together one more time, then I fished the lube and a condom out of the nightstand drawer.
“No prep,” he demanded, eyes shut, as I flipped the cap open and squeezed the lube onto my fingers. “Just you.”
“Parker…”
His eyes flew open. “Just you, Jame. Slowly. I want to feel it.”
Just me… and sixty-seven tons of lube, I thought grimly, because there was no way in hell I’d chance hurting him. But he shivered when I rubbed the cool liquid over his hole, and I lost any desire to protest. I wanted to be inside him as much as he wanted me there.
I ripped open the condom with my teeth and rolled it on, then squeezed more lube out of the tube, coating my cock and my hand, then I spread Parker’s cheeks and coated him too.
Part of me couldn’t believe this was finally happening. That Parker was underneath me, his eyes shining up at me with love and trust. Part of me felt how inevitable it was, like stars finally coming into alignment or something. Part of my brain—probably that stupid, self-sabotaging part—was rolling its eyes at how I’d become a poet all of a sudden, when I’d fucking hated stuff like this before, but the rest of me knew that this was inevitable too. Andright. Because it was Parker.
I braced one hand on the bed, wrapped the other around the base of my cock, and pushed against him. Parker pushed back, and then suddenly the tip of my erection was inside him. It felt like the most serious, solemn thing I’d ever done—
“Oh holymotherof afuckingduck,” Parker yelled, his eyes popping open. “Do we need to talk about the definition ofslowwhen we finally have that discussion about beingpolite?”
And just like that, I was laughing. Propped above Parker, looking down at the man I never wanted to be without, and laughing my head off, because no matter how well we knew each other, he would always surprise me and keep me on my toes.
“I love you,” I told him, and his outraged face softened as he smiled up at me.
“I love you too,” he said. “Just give me one teeny, tiny minute.”
But it didn’t even take that long before he was pushing against me, silently demanding more, and I was sliding inside him fully. It felt so good, I pulled out and sank back in again just to see if it was as good the second time, but it was evenbetter, especially with Parker’s moans in my ear, and his hands clutching my hair, and the look of frozen shock on his face when my cock tagged his prostate.
“You are so fuckingtight, Parker.”
“Touch me!” he demanded. “Please, please, please…”
I levered myself up farther and reached a hand between us so I could jack him in time to my thrusts.
One of his hands landed on my bicep—the one supporting all these antics, the one I’d injured years before—and he trailed his fingers over the muscle slowly, his eyes hot and wild.
“You’re so damn strong, Jameson. You always have been.”
I moved my hand faster because the rasp of his voice and the heat in his eyes made my balls draw up tight, and I could practically feel my orgasm coming, like a line of wildfire running down my back.
“Come on, Parker. Come for me, baby.”
“Coming. Fucking coming! I—Oh, shit. Jamie!” Ropes of cum shot out of his dick and up onto my chest and abs, and the sight of it, the stickyheatof it, was enough to overpower my resistance.
I thrust inside him once, twice, and then I was coming too, harder than I ever had in my life, throwing my head back to the ceiling and positively roaring because it felt that damn good.
We lay together for a minute—glued together more like—while I tried to catch my breath and my heart resumed its normal rhythm. I finally pulled out a few minutes later, but Parker didn’t let me pull away.
