Too good.
He was going to come too. But not before he made Gage lose total control.
“Uh uh uh,” Gage grunted as Fallon fucked him deeper. Harder. Rolling his hips but keeping that same angle. His hand coasted further up Gage’s back, then tangled in his hair. It was sweaty and silky, soft and hard to grip, but he twisted the short locks around his finger and pulled.
“Oh God oh fuck I’m…” Gage babbled, and then his hips stuttered…and then they stilled.
Curious and turned on, Fallon lifted Gage’s hips off the bed. He whined in protest, but Fallon cupped his still-hard dick and felt the wetness there. The mess he’d left behind. He let Gage rock against his hand, giving him the last vestiges of his orgasm as Fallon closed his eyes and let his own hit him.
It was softer this time—a gentle rolling thunder starting deep inside him as his walls clenched. He rocked his dick against the vibe even harder as the feeling spread to his limbs, stealing his breath, forcing his eyes shut.
He heard himself moaning, and then he pulled back, the cock slipping from Gage just far enough that he could collapse on his back and fumble for the button to turn the vibe off now that the sensation was too much.
Gage fell forward into the wet spot, but he didn’t seem to mind. Not the way Fallon would have.
They lay there like that for a short forever, and then Fallon fell onto his side, and Gage turned to face him. He hooked their legs together, then placed a hand on Fallon’s jaw and stroked his cheek with a rough thumb.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
Fallon blinked at him. “Ever?” He couldn’t possibly mean ever. For Fallon, sure. This was a fucking moment. But for Gage…?
Pushing up on his elbow, Gage leaned forward and took a kiss, Fallon’s eyes closing against it. His hand moved from Fallon’s jaw to his throat, applying the barest pressure there before moving down to the center of his sternum, then lower. Then lower.
He heard the distinct sound of Gage’s hand on his cock. It was wet from the lube and probably warm. Gage’s hand moved, stroking it, and Fallon’s breath stuttered in his chest.
“Is this okay? Is it…do you like it?”
Fallon opened his eyes and looked down to see Gage’s tan fingers curled around the silicone. He looked up at his friend. At his lover. At his…hell, there wasn’t really a word for what they were to each other.
“I like when you touch me. All of me.”
Gage’s hand sped up for a second, then slowed. He let the cock drop to the side, and then his fingers coasted up, stopping on the very slight swell of Fallon’s stomach.
Fallon’s breath caught halfway up his throat, and for a moment, it felt like he was choking. It took him a moment toexhale and then inhale. He barely touched himself there, and it was a lot. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Gage doing it.
“Tell me to stop if?—”
“Don’t stop.” The words came unthinking. Fallon didn’t know how he felt until right in that moment when he was asked to make that choice. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stand it if it were anyone else.
But Gage was different.
From the moment Fallon had met him, he’d been different.
Gage lightened his touch, though not enough to be painful, and he traced over the shape of the swell. “I can see it now.”
“Mm. My clothes don’t fit anymore. They’re too tight. I hate the feeling.”
Gage’s touch ran upward until he was cupping Fallon’s jaw again. “Let me take you shopping.”
“Gage—”
He leaned in and kissed Fallon quiet. “Let me take you shopping,” he repeated. “Things that feel goodandlook good. Yes?”
Fallon folded like a wet paper towel. It was impossible to say no to this man. “Yes.”
“Mm. Good boy.”
Fallon gave a hard, intense shudder. “I?—”
