“Then behave.”
Wyatt made a frustrated noise. Linc laughed low, but he wasn’t faring much better. He was hard enough to hammer a nail through a board. He just wanted to forget all the foreplay and drive himself into Wyatt’s willing, hot little body until he was painting his insides, but they weren’t there yet. Wyatt needed attention.
“Please, Daddy.”
Linc yanked Wyatt’s head back, sealing their mouths together for a quick kiss. When he pulled back Wyatt chased his lips. Linc shook his head. “I love it when you beg. But I’m just getting started, baby boy. Color?”
“Green. Green. Green,” Wyatt chanted, dropping his forehead to his folded hands. This time it was Linc’s turn on his knees. He spread Wyatt’s ass, cock leaking at the sight of his slightly puffy hole. Wyatt loved to fuck himself hard on Linc’s fingers, sometimes too hard. Fuck, someday soon he’d make Wyatt ride his cock with the same eagerness. But not tonight. He leaned forward and swept his tongue across Wyatt’s entrance.
“Oh, fuck.”
Linc smiled, spreading him wider. He licked and sucked at Wyatt’s tight pucker, loosening him up one swipe at a time until he could spear his tongue inside. Wyatt was a sobbing mess of half-bitten-off moans and half-formed sentences as he babbled nonsense. “Daddy… Daddy… please… I can’t… you have… you… fuck, please… Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Deeper. Oh, you feel so good.”
Linc reached for the lube, coating his fingers and rubbing over Wyatt’s hole before pressing his index finger inside. Linc bit off a groan as the tight suction of Wyatt’s body pulled him deeper into the soft heat. Fuck. He squeezed his cock, trying to stave off the orgasm that was already way too close for them having done next to nothing. Just listening to Wyatt lose his mind was almost enough to get Linc off.
“More. We’ve done this before. I can take it. Please,” Wyatt begged through ragged breaths, fucking himself on his finger.
Linc added a second and eventually a third, working both in and out, massaging Wyatt’s prostate on every other pass until he was grinding himself back on Linc and fucking himself against the sheets. Linc used his free hand to spank him. “Stop that,” he growled, pulling free of Wyatt’s body and wiping his hand on the comforter. “On the bed.”
Wyatt crawled onto the mattress and collapsed on his stomach, burying his face in the pillow.
Linc followed, pulling the boy’s shorts down and off. “Roll over on your back. I want to look at you.”
The command seemed to shake Wyatt, freezing him in place for a split second before he rolled over. He placed his feet flat on the mattress, knees bent, his hand migrating toward his cock. “Don’t even think about it,” Linc warned. “The only way you’re coming is with me buried inside you.”
Wyatt’s gaze went hazy, his hand falling to his side. Linc sat between Wyatt’s knees, his legs framing Wyatt’s body. He leaned forward, pressing a reassuring kiss against Wyatt’s lips before pulling his lower body onto his lap and rubbing his hands over the petal-soft skin of his abdomen. He slid the condom on and slicked himself with lube, rubbing his cock between Wyatt’s cheeks until the head was snug against his entrance.
“Are you sure?” Linc asked one last time.
Wyatt stared at Linc incredulously. “Yes. A thousand times yes. Consent given. Green means go. Fuck me. Fuck. Do it. Just make me yours for real. Please.”
Linc pressed forward before Wyatt quit talking, breaching past the first ring of muscle and sinking into the tightest heat he’d ever known. In his head, Linc recited the Military Articles of Conduct, trying to get a grip on himself. He was only at article two when he felt Wyatt’s body seize around him.
Wyatt squeezed his eyes shut, his hands fisting in the sheets as his body betrayed him, and the searing burn forced tears from his eyes.No. No. No. No. No.Please, not now.He wanted this, wanted Linc. More than he could ever put into words. Frustration stole his breath like a lead weight on his chest. This wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t. Why did this keep happening to him? It didn’t make any sense. He pushed heavy breaths out through his nose, trying to force his body to relax, to accept Linc’s invasion, but he couldn’t stop trembling.
“Wyatt?”
The concern in Linc’s voice only increased the weight on his chest, making it harder to breathe. He shook his head, swiping at the tears on his cheeks. “I’m fine, okay? Look, you know it hurts but don’t stop. Please.” Linc’s brows collapsed as he examined Wyatt’s face. After a moment, he shifted. Wyatt snatched at his arms. “No! Please don’t leave. I can do this. I can. I swear it.”
Wyatt hated the desperation in his voice, the way his words caught on a sob, but he was all in now. If he didn’t follow through with this, he’d never risk it again. He needed to work through it, not around it. Between his runny makeup, his tears, and the cold sweat breaking along his skin, he was sure he looked like a horror movie. This was not sexy and not at all what Linc had signed on for. Jesus. He wanted to pull the pillow up over his face and just die. Why would anybody want to deal with all this?
Linc rubbed soothing circles on Wyatt’s thighs. “Hey. I’m not leaving you. I’m just getting into a more comfortable position… for both of us… okay?”
Linc talked to him like a negotiator trying to talk a person off a ledge. If there was a god, the bed would just open and swallow him whole. Linc was likely regretting every life choice that had led him to that moment. He sucked in a pained breath as Linc’s movement jostled them both, forcing him deeper inside. Then the reassuring weight of Linc’s body pressed Wyatt into the mattress, his elbows bracketing either side of Wyatt’s head.
Wyatt couldn’t bring himself to look at Linc. He stared at the dead center of his chest like it held the secret to all of life’s mysteries. He was too afraid of what he’d see when he looked at Linc’s face. But as the seconds ticked on, morbid curiosity had him dragging his eyes upward.
Linc gave him a soft smile. “Hi.”
Wyatt swallowed hard, staring up into eyes the color of warm honey. “Hey.”
“So, how are you enjoying your first time so far? I think we’re killing it, no?” His tone was light, almost conversational.
Wyatt gave a wet laugh, then winced at the sharp pain in his ass. His smile slipped as disappointment spread through him. He buried his head against Linc’s throat. “I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, look at me.” Meeting Linc’s gaze took a Herculean effort. “Forget everything else, okay? Just kiss me. You can do that, right?”
Wyatt lifted his head, barely brushing his lips across Linc’s, feeling timid. Linc slanted his mouth over his, his tongue slipping inside. They’d kissed a thousand times but never like that, never slow, methodical, like there was no other agenda other than to just connect somehow. Wyatt had never kissed anybody like that, and it set a whole fleet of butterflies loose in his belly.
