“I bet you can if I tell you to,” he says. His grin is wicked, and his eyes are wild with lust. His hand slides down my back and under the waistline of my briefs. He cups my ass with his hand, then kneads the flesh.
I groan, and my body flushes with the need to be as close to him as possible. The need to let him claim me. The need to make him come.
“That’s my good boy,” he says, low and quiet.
I bite my lip and reach down to remove my briefs. He does the same with his, then rolls me onto my back and slots himself between my thighs. It’s so good to have the weight of him on me again, and even better feeling our bare dicks sliding against each other as he slowly grinds on me.
He holds himself up with one hand, then slides his other between our bodies, curling his fingers around both of our lengths. He swipes his thumb over the head of our cocks and collects the pre-cum to spread across his palm to give us some slip. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he picks up the pace. He’s not dragging this out tonight, which is fine by me. After everything we’ve been through over the last thirty-six hours, we need this release, and we need it now.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispers.
I feel my skin flush at his words. The smile on his face is no longer shy, but triumphant. As if that blush spreading across my chest, neck, and cheeks is his prize.
“I love that blush,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. He lifts his head and is looking me back in the eyes with intensity. His orgasm is building and so is mine. I begin to buck up intohis fist, joining him in his rhythm. He leans down again and licks my neck before he starts sucking on the skin. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I say, as my balls tighten. I’m ready to blow.
“You’ll always be mine,” he says, and grips our dicks tighter. “Fuck, Connor. I’m gonna come.”
“Come on me, Gavin,” I breathe out.
He presses his mouth to mine. His kiss covers up the loud groan he lets out as he shoots his load between us. I follow right behind him, whimpering as I try to keep quiet while I come.
Our hips stop moving together, but we remain as we are with his weight pressing me into the soft mattress. I feel boneless and completely consumed by him.
He caresses my face with his hand and places a soft kiss on my lips.Pulling slightly away, he looks down at me, sated and sleepy. “I love you,” he says.
I reach and grab his cheek as well, feeling his soft beard under my palm. He has yet to shave, and I adore it. My Alaskan mountain man. “I love you too.”
TWENTY-FIVE
Gavin
I keep his fingers laced in mine as I drive him to the airport. It’s early. Too early. The sun hasn’t even fully risen yet, and we didn’t have nearly enough time together. Especially if all of this ends up backfiring on us. Twenty-four hours of reunited bliss will never make up for a stolen lifetime of possibility.
“Your car’s nice,” Connor says.
“Don’t lie. It’s just a Jeep. You probably drive a fancy BMW or something.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t drive anything.”
“What?” I ask him at the same time my dad in the backseat asks, “How?”
Connor turns in his seat to be able to flip his gaze between the two of us. He’s laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“You two,” he says, trying to catch his breath. He flips his free hand back and forth between us. “The matching outrage on both your faces and your tones right now. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were clones.”
I catch eyes with my dad through the rearview mirror. We both shrug, which causes Connor to laugh even harder.
“Stop deflecting,” my dad says. “How do you not drive a car?”
“I’ve never needed to,” Connor says as he twists back around in his seat to face the front.
“But you know how to drive, right?” I ask.
I see him shrink a bit out of the corner of my eye in the seat beside me.
