Snickering, Harper followed his order and lay facedown. He groaned as Colson straddled him and dug his thumbs and fingers into the hard muscles across his back. “Goddamn, that feels amazing.”
“Just close your eyes and relax. Or, since I know you’re never fully off the job, take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”
He worked on Harper’s tense muscles, running his hands over the broad expanse of his body. Harper lay still with a sleepy smile on his face.
“You could go into business doing this, although I wouldn’t want you touching anyone else.”
Colson leaned in and kissed his cheek. “No one else gets this but you. What else do you want?”
“Anything you want to give me.”
“That would be everything.” With the same slow and gentle touch, he removed Harper’s briefs, then his own clothes. Colson traced every inch of Harper’s spine with his lips until he reached the swell of his ass. A heavy sigh escaped Harper as Colson blew a stream of air along the dip where his ass rose high and smooth. Harper widened his legs, an invitation to Colson, one he was happy to accept. He licked his fingers and teased inside.
“Oh yeah,” Harper groaned. Colson lowered his face to Harper and tongued all around his rim. “You should’ve let me shower first.”
“No, I love it raw and real.” To prove it, he spread Harper wide and sucked at his hole. “And this is as real as it gets.” Harper moaned and raised his hips higher to reach under him and work his dick. Colson lapped at the outside of his hole, then rubbed his erect cock in the cleft of Harper’s ass.
“Fuck, I need in you before I explode.”
Colson got the condom and lube. “Turn over.” Harper rolled to face him, his thick cock almost flat on his belly. Colson tore open the packet and rolled it over Harper’s shaft. He slicked him up and grasped him. “I’m going to ride you, baby.”
Harper gripped his hips as he lowered himself onto Harper’s rock-hard cock. The head popped through the muscled ring, and he hissed but kept pushing on, needing to be filled, craving to be stuffed with Harper’s dick.
“Fuck me. You’re swallowing me up like I’m part of you.”
“You are. The best part of me. The one that let me love again.” Colson leaned down to kiss Harper, and the movement lit him up as the head of Harper’s cock rubbed his prostate.
“Oh, goddammit.”
Harper flexed his hips and thrust up hard and deep, and Colson moved in tune with him. Colson could feel the swell and throb of his dick as they kissed. Harper grew more demanding, licking into his mouth, tugging at his lip, and sucking his tongue. He wrapped his hand around Colson’s rigid shaft.
“Harper, please. Do it. Harder, come on.”
He ground onto Harper’s shaft as Harper jerked his cock in rough, quick strokes. “Yeah, look at that. You love it, don’t you?”
“I-I…”
His climax ripped through him, and he lost the ability to speak. Colson fell forward, and Harper held him close. Harper pumped into him, using his shaking body at a punishing pace, and when he came, his loud groan echoed in the room.
They stayed like that, bodies fitting together, until their hearts settled into a natural rhythm and Colson could find his voice. “Feeling better now?”
Harper kissed his cheek. “The best. And just for the record, you are strictly limited to me.”
He smiled against Harper’s lips. “Duly noted, Detective.”
***
Every day, he would write, his head filled with images of his characters, and the words flowed from his mind to his fingers and the computer. The burgeoning relationship between him and Harper had unlocked his stifled creativity, and with a start,he realized where he used to wake up and want to pull the covers over his head to keep from facing the endless hours of another day, he now couldn’t wait to get up and begin writing.
At six o’clock, he would shut everything off and walk over to Harper’s. The three of them would have dinner and then watch a movie, a ball game, or he’d read to David, while Harper would lie on the couch with his head in his lap.
Luis would read the chapters he’d written, and while Harper put David to bed, they’d go over his notes and discuss. One thing he never missed was saying good night to David. Colson receiving his kiss had become part of their family routine.
That Friday, after he said good night to David and they left the room, he stopped Harper. “I have an idea. How would you feel about taking a drive tomorrow?”
“Where to?” Harper asked. “You look as though you have a specific plan in mind.”
He took Harper by the hand, and they returned to the living room and lay on the couch together. “I have a house—my grandparents left it to me. It’s in Connecticut. It’s a ranch, so it won’t be a problem with David’s chair, and it has a pool, tennis courts, and lots of land. When my grandfather had his first stroke, they installed a ramp at the front, so we can use that. I haven’t been there since they passed, but I think maybe we should start using it when you have time off. David would love the country. There are deer and rabbits, and we can take him apple picking. He should get out of the city every once in a while, and this is perfect, don’t you think?”
