“Shocked more than angry,” Fallon said. He closed his eyes and fought the urge to lean in for a kiss. But it was getting harder, the more Gage got comfortable with him. The more they were intimate. He licked his lips and rocked his hips gently. He wanted to stop himself, but he couldn’t.
Gage grunted, then froze. “Fallon…”
“Shit. Sorry. Sorry.” He was awake now and humiliated. He tried to pull back, but Gage quickly pinned him down with a firm hand on his hip.
“Stop. Just…just wait.”
Fallon’s entire face felt like it was going to catch on fire. “I didn’t mean to…I’ve just been so…”
“So what?”
Fallon swallowed thickly. “Horny. You’re so hot, and so sweet, and I like you. And my body’s so needy. And I can totally take care of it myself, okay? I can. And then I can be here for you.”
“I don’t want you to go take care of it.”
Fallon’s blush deepened. Fuck, he was being shameless, wasn’t he? Fucking wanton. “I don’t mean to be like this.”
“I like you like this. Shit.” Gage’s hand pressed down harder, and he pushed his hips into Fallon, proving to him that he wasn’t lying. He was hard, and Fallon had no idea what to think. “I read about it. How it works sometimes, this far along. I know it’s a lot,” he said, his voice going softer. “I’d like to help make you feel good.”
“Why?” Fallon’s voice was ragged and unsure.
Gage released his hip and cupped Fallon’s cheek, stroking a thumb over his jaw. He was freshly shaved, and his stubble was softer now that he’d been off testosterone for so many months. “Because I like you. Because you—you’re one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen in my life. Because you’ve been through a lot, and you deserve to have some pleasure when you want it.”
Fallon’s throat was thick and hot with want. He wasn’t going to be able to resist if Gage kept this up. And fuck, why should he? Why should he resist at all? Maybe it would blur lines between friendship and a relationship, but everything felt blurry right now.
His life was upside down and about to turn inside out in just a few months. So why not have this?
“I want you to kiss me,” Fallon said.
Gage groaned and surged forward, pressing his lips to Fallon’s in a chaste but heavy kiss. Fallon’s eyes slammed shut, and then he parted his lips and carefully touched his tongue to Gage’s. It was so warm, so soft.
Fallon’s dick twitched in his pants, and he shoved his hand down the front, grinding against the heel of his palm. He heard Gage suck in a breath, and when he looked at him, he saw Gage staring down at where he was touching himself.
“I want to do that,” Gage said. “Please let me.”
Fallon nodded, nearly frantic as he pulled his hand away, and Gage threw the blankets back, sliding onto his knees before taking Fallon’s legs and hooking them over his shoulders. His fingers twisted into the waistband of his sweats and tugged until they slipped down over his ass.
His packer fell out with a heavy thud, and Gage grunted before lifting Fallon’s left leg and pulling the sweats down. When he spread his knees, Fallon felt the cool air hit him right at his core, and his muscles clenched in anticipation.
He loved the way Gage watched him. He’d melted under it the first time, and the fact that he was here again under his tender yet rough care was beyond his ability to comprehend. This had happened a thousand times in his fantasies, but he never thought he’d be brave enough to ask for it again.
“Can I use my mouth? Can I suck your dick?”
Fallon groaned. “Yeah, but I’ll come right away.”
“Good. I want you to come until you can’t come anymore.” Gage leaned in, grazing two fingers over his front hole, dipping low to his ass, where he pressed down gently, then leaned in and sucked Fallon’s cock into the curl of his tongue.
Fallon only had enough time to suck in a breath before his first orgasm crashed over him. He pulsed. He gushed. He felt Gage toying with his ass, which made the pleasure so much more. His eyes slammed shut as his stomach clenched, and then he sat up with a soft gasp and shoved Gage back.
“Tell me this is okay.”
Gage frowned at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re certified as an EMT, right? Tell me that you don’t think I’ll hurt—” He pressed his hand to his stomach.
Gage shook his head, smiling as he sat up higher on his knees and took Fallon by the chin. “I researched that too. Sorry if I sound like a stalker, but I was hoping—I don’t know. That I might have a shot with you again. So I wanted to be sure. And safe.”
“Oh.” Fallon was touched. Too touched. His eyes got all hot, and he hated how easily he cried now. Trying to distract himself, he yanked Gage in by the front of his shirt and kissed him hard, and messier than he normally liked.
