He took in a shivery breath, stretching up to brush his lips over mine. “Thank you.”
The way his voice cracked was too much to bear, and I pressed my lips to his. He moaned, softening, opening until he was kissing and stroking me with equal fervor. Like a man who’d been given water after too long in the desert.
I returned his kiss, and he continued stroking me. We went on like that for a few moments, and then he drew back enough to repeat, “Condoms? Lube?”
“Oh. Yeah. In my desk. Um. In my office.”
“Good,” he said, giving my balls a squeeze before letting me go. “Good.”
I opened my mouth to check that he was certain, but his needy eyes stripped the words right off my tongue. Numb, I rose and walked to my office, my cock attempting a jailbreak from my underwear. I unlocked the top drawer of my desk and ripped a condom from the strip I kept there, then grabbed the travel lube. When I turned, I jumped, not expecting Ren to be waiting in the doorway. “Shit, you scared me. Uh… where do you want to do this?”
He stepped inside, shut the door, and walked up to me. “My apologies for startling you.” I stood there, condoms and lube in hand, as he fished my cock and balls out of my underwear.
He took the lube from me and poured a few drops into his palm, then set the small bottle on the desk. After rubbing his hands together, he grasped my shaft, spreading a barely there layer of the slick liquid up and down its hard length.
Squeezing. Stroking. Twisting just under the head.
He repeated the movements until a choked sound escaped my throat. He then eyeballed the packet in my hand and sent me a meaningful look.
With shaking hands, I tore it open and rolled the condom down my length. I grunted when I slicked myself with additional lube, surprised that the slight amount he’d used on my skin had amped up the sensitivity.
I stood there unable to speak as he unbuttoned his jeans. He pushed them down to his knees, along with his underwear—so tiny and such a bright white. Then he paused, tugging at the hem of my shirt. “Take this off.”
I did as he asked, and in the middle of this weirdness, registered his sharp intake of breath. I was a bit larger than Mr. Paige had been, but any concern I had over my size went out the window as Ren face-planted in my chest, grabbing my pecs and squeezing them against his buried face while he thumbed my nipples into hard peaks.
After a few moments of sending my eyes to the back of my head, he released the delicate flesh to slick his fingers with lube. He then reached behind himself, grunting as he breached his ownhole. A small sound of protest escaped my throat, greedy as I was for the friction of his talented fingers.
He responded by trailing his lips across my pec until they found the nipple.
Still on double duty, he sucked it into his mouth as he added a second finger to his own preparations. I let out a grunt as his teeth gently scraped my skin. My cock jumped again, and I felt rather than saw his smile.
With a final kiss to the red and abused flesh, he stepped over to my desk and leaned on it. Resting his weight on his forearms, he stuck his ass out, like a gentleman.
“Ren…”
“I need this, Major. Please.”
I approached him, turned on and confused but also filled with a sense of responsibility. Surreally, I recalled Mr. Paige’s words of wisdom.“If something unexpected falls into your lap, kid, run with it.”
I was pretty fucking sure he hadn’t meantthis. Somehow, though, I thought he wouldn’t begrudge me taking care of his grieving husband.
“I’ve got you, Ren. Can you widen your stance for me?”
He did as well as he could with his pants around his knees, and I palmed his petite ass, admiring the dark fan of hair between his cheeks. He had done a decent job of preparing himself, but I reached for the lube, adding more to my cock and a little more to his hole. He startled when I touched him.
“If this is too much, I’ll stop.”
“No. I have a promise to keep,” he said, his voice oddly clear.
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but it was obvious what he wanted. “All right. Anytime you need me to back off, though, let me know.”
“I will.”
I generally preferred to take things slow, but his demeanor told me that wasn’t what he wanted right now. Gripping his cheeks with a little more force, I spread them and pressed against his entrance. He rocked back, pushing himself onto me. Hissing, he rocked back again.
“No need to rush,” I said, releasing his ass to palm his belly.
He looked back over his shoulder at me, something like anguish filling his eyes.
