“Just got back from a call. I’ll send the picture I took in my gear in just a second. How was your day?” I ask, eager to hear everything.
“Annoying,” he huffs. “Had to have someone escorted off the last flight by security. Honestly, people are so fucking ridiculous sometimes.”
My hackles rise. I don’t like thinking about Taylor being in dangerous situations, and his flying already destroys my nerves. I don’t like him being away from me at all, and Idefinitelydon’t like the thought of other people ogling what’s mine.
Mine.
I’ve waited a long fucking time for someone to bemine,and no one’s going to take him from me.
“You’re okay, though, right?” I ask, jaw clenched. “Security got to him before he could touch you or yell at you or anything?”
He laughs, but it’s strained. “Yes. I’m okay. And trust me, I could’ve put the guy down way faster than security, but everyone films everything these days, and I don’t want to lose my job over it.”
“I’m ready for you to come home. I slept like shit last night,” I admit, switching gears.
“Three days and then we can lock ourselves away and make up for the time apart.”
“You promise?” My voice comes out low, and my cock twitches at the thought of pulling Taylor inside and locking the door.
“I promise.”
I makeit eight hours into a twelve-hour shift, and it feels like forty. Although I stayed at the station where I usually sleep well, I tossed and turned waiting to be woken by either the fire alarm or my phone alarm. At five a.m., Taylor texts me to tell me he made it home, and I can’t stay away for one more second.
I wake Paul, tell him to call me if he needs me, grab my shit, and haul ass to my house. Perks of being part of the volunteer squad and not a full-time guy.
Taylor took a red-eye, and I’m sure he’s exhausted. So, as much as I want to burst through the door and tackle him, I tread lightly so I don’t wake him.
I’m naked by the time I’m two feet inside, though, a trail of clothes in my wake, not wanting anything between him and me when I wrap myself around his body.
Stopping in the doorway of our room, I greedily take in Taylor’s sleeping form. His pouty lips are parted as quiet, even breaths escape from his lips. His features are relaxed, and he’s kicked the heavy comforter away from himself. His arms are under the pillow and he’s on his stomach with the sheet covering only the right side of his beautiful body.
Slipping into bed next to him, it quickly becomes apparent that I’m incapable of leaving him alone. I can’tnottouch him. I need to hold him against me more than I’ve ever needed anything in my entire life. Rolling onto my side, I drape my arm over his back, inhaling the familiar, clean scent of his skin.
Despite the early hour of the flight that brought him home, I knew Taylor wouldn’t get into bed until he’d taken a shower. Proving me right, his hair is still damp.
My lips fly to his back and shoulder, and I swear I’m not trying to wake him up, but having him next to me again is intoxicating. I’m working my way up his shoulder blade, burying my face in his neck when he moans, his voice muffled by the pillow he’s talking into.
“You’re home early.”
“I couldn’t wait a single second longer to see you, but I know you’re tired. Go back to sleep.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen while your dick is stabbing me in the hip,” he says, making me laugh.
“He missed you.” I reach a hand between us to adjust my cock so it’s pointing upward, toward my stomach. As I do, Taylor rolls onto his side and pushes his ass backward, effectively trapping my dick in the crack of his ass. My hips instinctively punch forward.
If I had enough lube right now, it would be so easy to slip it in.
As if hearing my thoughts, he wiggles his ass against me and whispers, “Do it.” Ever since experiencing it once, we’ve been insatiable. “I prepped in the shower when I got home,” he tells me, lighting my nerve endings on fire.
“Well, I certainly don’t want all that effort to go to waste,” I smile as I reach behind me for a squirt of lube before slathering it on my cock.
I’m lying on my left side, spooning Taylor, and as soon as I press against his opening, he slams his hands against the headboard and pushes himself backwards, his ass swallowing my cock whole.
“Fuck,Taylor!” If he does that again, I’ll come before he even has a chance to get hard.
Taylor makes a much better bottom than I do. More confident and self-aware, he doesn’t require the level of coddling I do when getting fucked.
And even though he’s the one getting railed right now, he’s still calling the shots—which I love. After two pumps, he rolls onto me, sending me to my back. He follows along and ends up facing away from me with his knees tucked under him so that his feet are by my armpits, and he sinks back down onto my cock. Reaching behind him, he spreads his cheeks wide, giving me the perfect view.
