Ty nodded after a moment. “I’ll make up the couch.”
“My bed is big enough for two.” Holy shit, what was wrong with his mouth? “To sleep in,” he added a bit too quickly. “Two can fit easily; I promise I won’t crowd you.”Way to make this awkward, you—
“All right.” Was he imagining things, or had Ty gone a little pinker? “I’d love it if you’d read to me.” He scooted across the couch until they were almost touching.
Morgan considered making a joke about needing space, then decided he didn’t want to risk Ty taking him seriously, reached over to the side table, and picked up the book. He opened it at the bookmark and cleared his throat. “This one’s called ‘The Birth of Godot.’ ‘Fruehling came to us a month before shewas due, bulging with pregnancy. There was the usual difficulty about moving a dairy goat to a new place …’”
By the time he reached the end, Ty was pressed against him from thigh to shoulder, a cool, comfortable presence that Morgan was itching to explore further. Surely the fact that Ty had cozied up to him meant something, didn’t it? He could at least broach the subject of maybe, possibly …
Or you could take the easy way out and just keep reading.
But a flame had ignited inside of Morgan, a flame of possibility lit, unintentionally, by his meddling ex. For the first time in months, Morgan felt the fog of listlessness that had overtaken his brain lift. He would never go back to Bentley, but that didn’t mean there weren’t new paths forward if he was just bold enough to take them. And this particular path was incredibly appealing right now.
“Ty,” he began, setting the book down. “Do you think—” He turned his head and stuttered to silence as Ty’s hand rose to cup his jaw.
“Yes,” Ty said, then leaned in and kissed him.
Chapter eight
Morgan melted into the kiss, his lips parting instantly, eagerly for Ty as he shifted to face him more fully. Ty’s hands found his hips, pulled, and a second later, Morgan was straddling him on the couch, easier on his neck and shoulder and providing so much more physical contact. A thrill went down his spine at how close they were, how intimately they were pressed together—and Ty only seemed to want more, his hands roving restlessly across Morgan’s back as he pulled him in tighter, hips and thighs clenching rhythmically.
Morgan was desperately hard in no time. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, tearing his mouth away as Ty’s hands found his ass and pulled him in tight, pressing his erection against Ty’s stomach. “Ty, fuck …”
“You feel so good,” Ty murmured from where he’d pressed his lips to the side of Morgan’s neck, sucking a bruise into his skin. His lips were blissfully cool on Morgan’s overheated body. “Mmm, you feel perfect. I want you so much.”
Morgan squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of pure lust rolled through him. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll come too soon.”
“Come, then.”
“Ty—”
Ty looked up at him, his eyes gleaming bright, splotches of red in his cheeks. “Come on me,” he said, urging Morgan’s hips forward again. “Come all over me, I want it, I want to feel you.” He reached around with one hand and deftly unfastened Morgan’s jeans, then pushed his underwear out of the way. Morgan’s dick was slick at the tip, and a bead of precum slipped out and down onto Ty’s thumb as they watched. Ty lifted his hand to his lips and sucked it off, his eyes never leaving Morgan’s.
“I want you,” he repeated, then reached down again and wrapped his fingers around Morgan’s length, jacking him off in a tight grip.
“Fuck.” Morgan closed his eyes and leaned in, driving his hips up into Ty’s grasp as he wrapped his good arm around Ty’s neck like an anchor, holding them close despite the storm of desire surging through his body. He was making all sorts of sounds, the kind that Bentley used to make fun of him for—you sound like an animal—but it was okay because Ty didn’t care, Ty wanted to hear him, Ty wantedhim, and oh shit, he was going to come, he was going to come all over Ty, make a mess of him, fuck,fuck—
Morgan arched forward with a broken gasp as his cock pulsed in Ty’s hand, coating his fingers and stomach with Morgan’s release. His orgasm was fucking transcendent, though; it had been so long since he’d come at all, much less with another person, someone who looked at him the way Ty was looking at him. Morgan all but dissolved as the waves of pleasure peaked and finally began to ebb away, leaving him sinking down onto Ty’s lap … and themassiveerection in his pants.
Holy shit. How did a man this slight havethatmuch cock in there? Morgan wanted to find out. He reached down, but Ty shook his head. “Not yet,” he whispered, his hips restless as he pressed them up against Morgan’s ass. “Just—like this, this time. Please?” He thrust up against him, still locked away in his pants, and part of Morgan wanted to protest. He wanted to touch Ty like Ty had done for him, wanted to stroke him and put his mouth on him and see just how far he could take that monster cock into his body, and yet … if this was how Ty wanted it for now, then this was what they’d do.
Maybe he thought Morgan would be intimidated.Wait until you find out what a size queen I can be.
“Okay,” was all he said, though, then, “Yes, please, ah—” as Ty began grinding up hard, a slow, deep rhythm that pressed his cock against Morgan’s hole, and holy shit, it was going to feel so good when he got him inside, it felt so goodnow.“Fuck me, fuck me, God, yes,” Morgan whispered in Ty’s ear. “Oh my God, do it, come, I want you, yes …”
Ty gasped, his whole face going bright red, and then one of his hands clasped the back of Morgan’s head and pressed his face down against his shoulder, obscuring his vision but not his hearing as Ty writhed beneath him, flexing his hips and coming so hard he sounded like he was going to pass out. The beast in his pants strained against Morgan’s ass, and it had to be his mind playing tricks on him, but it almost seemed to wriggle with an impossible dexterity, like it was trying to free itself.
About thirty breath-catching seconds later, Ty’s grip eased up. Morgan sat back and looked down at his lover—they were lovers now, holyshit—and smiled. “That was amazing.”
“Mmmm.” Ty’s eyes were barely slits, his body gone limp from pleasure as he stared up at Morgan. “Yes.” He tilted his chin up, and Morgan leaned in and pressed another kiss to his mouth, less hungry this time but no less satisfying. One of hishands found Morgan’s shoulder and dug gently into the muscles around the joint, and he groaned into the kiss. “Are you all right?”
“Very all right,” Morgan replied. “That feels so good.”Everything you do feels so good.
“Mmm.” He massaged Morgan’s shoulder, then his neck, and despite the mess they’d made and how uncomfortable Ty’s briefs had to be, he made no effort to speed things up. By the time Ty let go, Morgan was so relaxed he almost passed out right in Ty’s lap. “Time to rest,” Ty said and got his hands under Morgan’s thighs, lifted as he stood, anddamn, he was holding him up like it was nothing.
He let go when they got to the bedroom, though, and stood a bit awkwardly with his hands at his sides. “I need—I don’t have sleep clothes with me.”
What did he sleep in, then?Maybe he sleeps naked.
