“I’ve wanted you to fuck me since we were way too young for me to be thinking about being violated like that,” Jude panted. He tossed the bottle aside and held one of his legs up and back under the knee with one hand while reaching around to push some of the lube into his hole with his fingers.
Nally stopped to watch him once his condom was on. “Fuck, Jude. If I didn’t want to be inside you so badly right now, I would make you fuck yourself with a vibe or something while I watched.”
Jude’s dick jumped at the idea. “That’s definitely going on our list of things to try,” he panted. “But only if I get to watch you do the same.”
He pulled his fingers out of his hole and held both of his legs so that Nally could position himself between them.
“We should get some of those remote-control vibrators and trade controlers and play vibe poker or something,” Nally said as he balanced on his arms above Jude.
“Vibe poker?” Jude panted letting go of his legs and wrapping them around Nally’s torso so he could grab Nally’s face and kiss him.
The kiss nearly interrupted the conversation, but as Nally pulled back, rubbing his erection against Jude’s tight balls, he finished with, “Yeah, whoever wins the hand gets to up the intensity of the other one’s vibrator.”
“Yes,” Jude gasped. “I’m all in.”
“No,” Nally said with a wicked grin, positioning himself so his flared head pressed insistently against Jude’s hole, “I’m all in.”
Jude let out an almighty sound of pleasure as Nally pressed hard into him. The sensation of being stretched was intense, but he’d always loved it anyhow. It was even better knowing Nally was the one giving it to him.
He only closed his eyes to enjoy it for a moment, though. As Nally worked deeper and deeper, he opened his eyes and met Nally’s, making a powerful connection. The lust and need and love in Nally’s eyes made every physical sensation feel so much better. Nally picked up his pace, pausing only to lower himself enough to kiss Jude, then started up again.
Jude reached between them to grab his dick, stroking in time to Nally’s thrusts as they continued kissing. They went slow at first, but the connection was so heady and the pleasure so pure that they were working hard and gasping for breath in no time.
Jude knew Nally’s sounds so well already that he could tell when his beloved started to come. He let himself go, reaching for his orgasm as well, and though the timing wasn’t entirely perfect, before Nally started to go limp and sag over top of him, Jude jerked his hips up as cum started to spill from him.
What they lacked in synchronicity, they made up for in the absolute joy of being together. They rolled to the side, and Jude tightened his legs around Nally, holding him inside for just a little bit longer.
“I love you,” he panted, kissing Nally to prove his words.
“I love you,” Nally groaned back as they clasped each other, mouths continuing what their bodies were done with…for the time being.
Even that couldn’t last forever, and eventually they slipped apart, cleaned up as much as they could without getting out of bed, and came together again to cuddle and kiss in the drowsy afterglow.
“So,” Jude said once he’d just about caught his breath. “Marriage and kids? Summers in the tropics and retirement in Italy or something?”
Nally laughed. “How about we just be us for now,” he said. “Though I’m perfectly okay with fiancés for the moment, if you want to rush to be all official and everything.”
“I don’t want to rush anything with you,” Jude said, smiling into the warm truth that wrapped itself around them, giving them their own little space in time. “I just want to be in your pocket all the time.”
“Good,” Nally said, kissing him again, “Because if we’re going to be vers, I want you in my pocket as much as I’m in yours.”
Jude laughed and grabbed Nally’s arse. “Deal,” he said.
They were going to drive everyone crazy for years to come, but they’d be incredibly happy together doing it.
EPILOGUE
Ryan stoodin the middle of Nally’s studio, tapping one of the high keys of the piano a few times before sighing and looking at his watch. It was the middle of the morning and Nally was supposed to meet him so they could talk fashion over coffee. Nally had a few appearances coming up that he wanted to look his best for, and if he was honest, Ryan needed something to spark his inspiration. Maybe music would be a good theme for a fall collection?
A wave of anxiety pulsed through him at the thought of his fall collection. Or rather, at his lack of a fall collection. It was already into October. He should have had his concept firmly in hand, his designs done, and meetings with seamstresses set up. If he was still in Milan, none of that would have been an issue.
But he wasn’t in Milan. He wasn’t even on the Continent. He was languishing back at Hawthorne House, back on square one, when his career should have been taking off, like those of his brothers.
The frustration was too much. He checked his watch again, then dropped his arm and headed for the door. Nally was probably wrapped up in Jude somewhere. Since the two of themhad decided to be a real couple, or at least to acknowledge what everyone else in the family had known for ages, they’d been inseparable. It was like the two of them had just invented sex and felt like they had to be horizontal all the time.
Ryan couldn’t blame them, really. He would have loved some sort of relationship. He was more or less the last Hawthorne standing at that point, although they had plenty of cousins who were still single and free. Ryan wasn’t against being in a relationship in theory, he had just never met a man who he was ready to forsake all other men for.
Since his meeting with Nally wasn’t happening, he headed downstairs, intending to grab his keys and go for a drive to see if he could find inspiration in the English countryside. Something needed to give his muse the kick up the backside that it needed. The only way he was going to fight his way back into the center of the fashion world, into the place that he’d worked for and deserved, but that had been yanked out from under him by that bastard, Giorgio Esposito, was if he had some ideas.
