“You’d be better,” he said through gritted teeth as Avery worked him up and down, twisting over the top the way he was learning Linc liked.
Avery purred against Linc’s chest. He was still careful with his nose, but he let his mouth roam all over Linc’s body. “I’m better?”
Linc grinned. Always fishing for the compliment, the unfettered praise. And Linc was more than happy to give it to him. “I dreamed about you last night.”
“Yeah?” Avery stopped his exploration, resting his cheek on Linc’s sternum so he faced down his body. Linc imagined what his dick looked like pumping in and out of Avery’s fist, the head growing dark and leaking.
He had. He’d been asleep in the station dorm for more hours than normal. In his dream, he was deep inside Avery’s body, and every thrust felt like the hot, tight fist wrapped around his dick right now. He’d woken up to find himself embarrassingly hard. Fortunately, no one was around, and he’d recited evacuation protocols until his erection went down.
Now, though, he could do exactly what he wanted.
“More,” he growled. “I always want more from you.”
Avery pushed himself down the mattress, crawling between Linc’s legs. His hand slowed as he repositioned himself, and Linc squirmed at the loss of sensation.
“If I didn’t live here, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” Avery didn’t give him a chance to ask what “this” was before lapping along the seam of Linc’s balls, while his hand took up its work on his shaft again.
“Fuck,” Linc growled, thrusting into Avery’s palm. Avery was gentle with the sensitive skin of Linc’s sack: sucking each ball into his mouth, one at a time, then releasing them with a sloppy pop. A thumb pressed against his taint, before sliding along his crack and rubbing over his hole. “This okay?”
“Yeah.” Linc’s hips had chosen their own rhythm now. No stopping. No turning back. “Yeah, that’s good, Red.”
Avery traced the muscle, using the soft pad of his thumb to push in a fraction of an inch. His other hand was keeping pace with Linc, staying tight and slick as the pressure started to build at the base of his cock.
“Do you think you might let me fuck you sometime?”
The question was asked so casually, so offhand, the way Avery might have asked if the weather would be nice tomorrow, Linc almost didn’t understand what he’d just said. He was so lost in the sensation, the tingling in his balls, the wet heat around his dick, and the gentle press against his ass that he nearly missed the meaning.
And then bright lights exploded behind his eyelids at the thought of Avery’s long cock sliding in and out of him, holding him open. Of the burn and the stretch, Avery’s hands on his lower back, holding him in place, and hot breath on Linc’s neck. His orgasm was a rush, while his scream was a long, strangled thing as come spurted out of his dick, striping his stomach. His hips had curled up and Avery’s tongue was on his taint and, holy shit, if Avery kept doing that, Linc might find it in himself to come again.
“Stop,” he rasped, tingling with overstimulation. Avery’s head popped up from between Linc’s thighs, his smile as bright as Linc’s orgasm. He tugged off his clothes and climbed up Linc’s body, smearing come between them and not seeming to care in the least. When he was completely sprawled across Linc, he kissed him, long and hard, tongue swiping inside Linc’s mouth like he was trying to claim every single inch of him.
Love. The word popped into Linc’s brain, and he squashed it down immediately. Too soon, too fast. But also impossible to deny. Everything about the way he and Avery fit together felt so right.
“I’ve made a decision,” Avery said.
“About?”
“I’m staying in Seacroft.”
