The rest of the world faded away, and for that moment in time, it was just the three of them.
Happy. Satisfied. Safe.
Whole.
35
Caleb
Arush of heavy fabric and the scrape of metal against metal jolted Caleb from his slumber. Startled, he opened his eyes and immediately wished he hadn’t. Twenty thousand lumens of solar suffering assaulted his eyeballs. Caleb made an undignified noise of anguish and rolled over, but the damage had been done—not only was he awake, but the amorphous blobs of color behind his eyelids resolved to never let him forget his mistake.
The sun was the devil’s work, Caleb concluded. It had no business in his bedroom.
So why was it so goddamn bright?
“Ev’rhett,” Caleb mumbled. He groped his way across the bed, seeking Everett out. “Ev’rhett.”
“What?” Everett groaned.
Caleb continued to search the bed with his palm until he found Everett’s shoulder. Greedy for his touch, Caleb curled his fingers over Everett’s arm and gave it a little tug. “C’mere.”
“You serious?” Everett groused. With a sigh, he wiggled his way across the bed and pulled Caleb into his arms. “You woke me up to ask me to snuggle you?”
“No,” Caleb admitted. “I woke you up to ask if you were the one who opened the curtains. The snuggles are an added bonus.”
“Dick.” Everett flicked Caleb’s forehead, and Caleb burst out laughing. He opened his eyes a crack and caught Everett’s lips in a playful and passionate kiss. One of his hands wandered beneath the sheets and wrapped around Everett’s bare cock, gripping his morning wood. “Not that kind of dick, either. Not that I’m complaining.” Everett thrust lazily into Caleb’s hand and made an airy noise of satisfaction. “I meanyou’rea dick for waking me up.”
Caleb ran his thumb over Everett’s crown, toying with his dripping slit. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Everett moaned and worked his hips, penetrating the gap between Caleb’s fingers. After a few exhausted thrusts, he said, “No.”
“No as in you didn’t open the curtains, or no as in you didn’t answer my question?”
“As in—” Everett tried to say, but was cut off by a voice from across the room.
“As in I was the one who opened the curtains.” Jayne made a small, satisfied noise, like he’d just reached the zenith of a divine stretch. It sounded like he stood by the window. “It was dark in here, and I was getting bored of listening to the two of you snore.”
“I don’t snore,” Caleb grumbled.
Everett choked back a laugh. “Oh, really?”
Caleb tightened his hand around Everett’s shaft, causing Everett to gasp and squirm, but most importantly, causing him to stop with the sass.
Unfortunately, it did nothing to stop Jayne, who said, “Well, if that wasn’t snoring, then you were sucking alotof dick very enthusiastically in your dreams.”
Ready to fire back with some sass of his own, Caleb rolled onto his back and turned his head to pin Jayne with his gaze when he noticed that Jayne was standing totally nude in front of the window, his back to the bed. Sunlight lit his skin and shone in his tawny hair. Last night, Caleb had explored Jayne’s body multiple times with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, but this morning he discovered Jayne all over again, and what he saw took his breath away.
Jayne, Caleb had assumed, was a creature of the night—a man who burned like starlight in the dark, and who danced with shadows while the rest of the world dreamed. While he still believed it to be true, he now knew it wasn’t the entire truth. The sun held Jayne in reverence. Its light played off his finest features, drawing attention to every dip and fragile curve, and when Jayne turned his head to look back at the bed, it glinted in his eyes and made the colors within pop.
He was fucking gorgeous.
Jayne looked Caleb over, then lifted his hand to cover his mouth, masking a yawn. A stretch followed, slow-paced and elegant; it extended the line of Jayne’s spine and thinned the tendons of his thighs. Caleb watched, breathless, as Jayne’s ass dimpled from his exertion. Then, as Jayne relaxed, it became plump and round again.
“Holy shit,” Everett whispered. There was barely enough volume behind his words to free them from his lips, but they found their way to Caleb’s skin regardless.
It seemed Caleb wasn’t the only one watching the show going on in front of the window.
“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Caleb asked in a low voice. He started to pump Everett again, and Everett sucked in a breath and worked himself into Caleb’s hand, matching his pace. “Can you believe he’s ours?”
