Roland shot a look over his shoulder, but obediently pulled another glass down and filled it up, taking a drink and resting his butt against the sink. They stared at each other silently until they’d both finished their drinks. Roland held his hand out and Donny slid the empty glass into it. Roland turned to put them in the sink, shifting the empty vodka bottles to make room.
“Just throw them away, Roland,” Donny sighed. He picked up the two bottles and dumped them into the trash. He looked down at Donny and worried his lip between his teeth. Donny held his hands in front of him, and Roland took a small step toward him. Donny clasped his fingers around Roland’s wrists and ran his hands up to above Roland’s elbows, pulling him closer.
“I’m trying.” Roland’s voice cracked, and his hair grazed across Donny’s cheeks. Donny mentally likened it to a cocoon wrapping the two of them up together, away from the world. Donny cupped Roland’s elbows in his hands.
“I believe you, Roland, and I’ll take just about anything— you can sulk, and yell, and throw things, you can even close your eyes when I come inside you, but the next time you throw me out of your house will be the last.”
Roland nodded, and Donny slid his hand up to grasp the back of Roland’s neck. He pulled him down and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Roland quivered and opened his mouth, darting his tongue out to lick the seam of Donny’s lips.
“I’ll go see my doctor about a physical this week,” Donny whispered, pulling back to run his fingers through Roland’s hair and push it behind his ear. “Let’s go to bed.”
Donny turned and repositioned his grasp on Roland, sliding his hand to Roland’s and twining their fingers together, guiding them both back to the bedroom.
Chapter 12
Interfering. Meddling. Caring
Roland’s skinfelt heavy and hot. He opened his eyes, blinking against the daylight and squinting until he was used to the brightness. He tried to shift his weight, but there was something on top of him. Roland looked down his body to find a pale and slender arm draped across his torso. His body tensed when he realized it was Donny’s arm, and that meant Donny was in bed with him. That meant Donny had spent the night. He lifted Donny’s arm away from his stomach and tried to roll out of bed, but Donny clamped his hand against Roland’s flesh, pulling his back against Donny’s chest with a surprising show of strength.
“Not yet,” Donny mumbled as he burrowed his face into Roland’s hair and pressed a kiss to his spine. “Relax,” he added, loosening his hold.
Roland closed his eyes and willed his muscles to settle. He hadn’t been in bed with someone, hadn’t been held this way in a long time— since Cody. Back then, Roland had just wanted the things Donny accused him of the night before. Cody had wanted more, Cody had been patient and had tried, but Roland hadn’t been willing.
So what was different now?
Donny’s hand drew shapes across the flat of Roland’s torso, his fingers tangling softly in the thatch of hair that surrounded his morning erection. Donny dipped his hand lower, tracing his finger in a feather-light swirl up the straining length, before pressing against his leaking slit with a slow swipe of his hand. Roland’s entire body shuddered and he bucked against Donny’s warm palm.
Roland heard nothing beyond his own heavy breaths and the soft slick of precum sliding between Donny’s hand and his cock. He closed his eyes when Donny tore open a condom, and pressed the lids tighter when he heard the click of the lube opening. He trembled as Donny slicked his shaft in time with the strokes on Roland’s cock. He cried out as Donny entered him with a strong and smooth thrust.
Donny forced his other arm between Roland’s side and the sheets, bringing his hand up and around to lay flat against Roland’s chest. He pumped his cock into Roland, all the while pressing tender kisses against Roland’s spine and shoulder blades.
Roland’s mind was warring with his cock. He hadn’t had—didn’t want—this level of affection, but the way Donny twisted his hand around his cock with tight and lazy tugs was too good to pass up. Roland fucked his cock into Donny’s hand and Donny fucked his cock harder into Roland’s ass.
“Your ass is amazing, Roland.” The hand on his chest dug in harder, and Donny released Roland’s cock to leverage himself, pushing Roland onto his stomach. Donny fucked him that way, with Roland’s cock rutting into the tangled sheets until he was babbling incoherent words he didn’t understand.
Roland angled his ass in the air so he could reach down and stroke himself. His balls were hot and tight, ready to explode at any moment, and his whole body jerked as he curled his fingers around his shaft. Donny muscled Roland onto his knees and grabbed a handful of his hair, using it to force Roland’s face into the bed while he pummeled him from behind.
“More, please more,” he moaned, and Donny pressed down harder, his palm now flat on the side of Roland’s head, his cock slamming against his prostate with every stroke.
Roland wanted to see. He could feel things churning inside of him, his heart, his mind. It was almost like the gears of an old broken watch starting to turn and work again. He justknewif he could see Donnyright now, he could paint him later. He opened an eye and tried to tilt his head out of Donny’s hold so he could see, but Donny stopped him.
“No.” A simple command and Donny’s hand splayed out across Roland’s face, fingers over his eyes and nose, a thumb digging into his mouth.
“Please." Roland closed his eyes and could see the painting coming to life in his mind. The way he would layer the brush strokes to show the built up energy and strength behind Donny’s pale skin.
Donny’s hips slammed into him with enough force to move them both up the bed. Roland’s channel constricted and tightened as Donny’s cock pulsed inside him.
“Jesus fuck, Roland,” Donny grunted, pressing himself deeper inside, his entire body shaking from his orgasm. Donny clawed at Roland’s shoulder with his free hand before he pulled out and collapsed on the bed, pulling the condom off, tossing it onto the floor.
Roland made a frustrated whining sound, jerking his cock and fucking himself into the mattress. Donny rolled over and pushed Roland onto his back, straddling him and taking his cock in hand. He jerked Roland’s shaft and cupped his balls.
“I’m gonna…” Roland opened his mouth on a gasp.
“I know.” Donny leaned down and sealed his lips around the tip, flattening his tongue and swallowing as Roland’s cum filled his mouth.
Donny’s chest heaved and he was covered in sweat. He pushed his hair out of his face and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb before he settled on his heels between Roland’s spread thighs. He rested his palms flat on Roland’s legs and slid them up and down, causing Roland’s skin to prickle up with goosebumps. He closed his eyes, and Roland wished he knew what Donny was thinking.
He watched the way the dip in Donny’s throat sucked in and the way his skin wrapped so delicately around his ribs when he inhaled. He memorized the way Donny’s shoulders slumped and the barely noticeable way his fingers flexed against Roland’s flesh when he exhaled.
