Gage leaned down and kissed him. “I can absolutely do that.” He stepped out of the tub carefully, wrapping a towel around his waist before easing Fallon out. He took his time touching him—over his collarbones, down his sternum, over his stomach, then cupping between his legs.
Fallon groaned and rocked his hips downward as Gage’s fingers played with his front. “Love that. Love it,” he whispered.
Gage turned them both, twisting his arm a bit so he could position Fallon in front of the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he told him. “Look how fucking amazing pleasure looks on you.” He pushed two fingers inside, then used his thumb to rub up and down Fallon’s dick. “You take my fingers so fucking well, my darling. Fuck. Look at you.”
“Hnng,” Fallon whined as he began to bounce on his feet, forcing Gage’s fingers deeper.
“Yeah. Fuck. That’s right, sweetheart. Take it, take it as deep as you want it. I’m all yours.”
Fallon quickly shook his head, and Gage’s hand immediately stilled. “Fuck me like this. Make me watch.”
Gage pushed his fingers in a little deeper. “In here? Like this?”
“Mm. Don’t want lube and prep. Just want you.”
Gage wasted no time guiding Fallon’s hands to the sink, and then he lifted him by the hips and slotted his cock right into the opening in his front. Fallon gasped, his insides twitching around Gage, and he thrust his hips back, taking him all the way in.
“Ohhhh fuck,” Fallon gasped. He was slick and hot and squeezing around Gage’s cock. “Hard. Want it hard.”
Gage wasn’t going to go too hard, but he’d give Fallon what he was begging for. He wrapped one hand around his waist, using his free hand to tip Fallon’s chin up so he was looking at them both. Gage stared into his eyes in the mirror as he pulled his hips back, then thrust up.
Hard.
Fallon gasped, rolling his hips backward. The pleasure of it was so intense, Gage felt the first vestiges of his orgasm start to burn low in his groin.
“I’m not gonna last long, my darling,” he murmured, kissing the side of Fallon’s neck. “So get a good look because I’m going to stroke your dick and fill you up with my come.”
Fallon sucked in a breath as Gage began to fuck him in earnest, hard enough to bring him to his toes, guiding him with the arm around his waist as his other hand dipped low to take his dick. It was thick and hard and throbbing as Gage began to stroke in time with his thrusts, and he felt it when Fallon was about to let go.
“Yeah, like that, my good boy. Just like that. Watch yourself come all over my cock.”
“Fuck, fuck,” Fallon gasped. He bent forward, sucking in a heaving breath as he let go, and Gage didn’t last much longer than that. He spilled and spilled, hot ropes deep inside his boyfriend until his legs threatened to give out.
By the time he pulled away, Fallon was sagging over the sink, and Gage had to nearly lift him into his arms to get him to the bed. They both collapsed on the sheets next to Fallon’s work bag, and Gage rolled toward him with a grin.
“How was that?”
“Amazing,” Fallon said. “Exactly what I needed.”
“Good. Because I—” Gage’s words were cut off when Fallon’s phone began to buzz. “Want me to get that for you?”
Fallon nodded, so Gage sat up and pawed around until he found the phone. The screen had an unknown number, and his stomach sank. He had a feeling he knew what it was.
He hit Answer and pressed it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Fallon Montez?”
“He’s right here.” Gage held the phone away. “I think it’s the test results,” he told his boyfriend.
Fallon went white as a sheet. “Put it on speaker.”
Gage did, with a trembling finger, then held the phone out.
Fallon cleared his throat. “Yes. Hi. I’m here.”
“Mr. Montez. My name is Greg Burke. I’ve been appointed as mediator regarding the case with Charles Scott.”
“Okay,” Fallon said quietly.
