Tom’s hands ran down his sides, and Bailey squirmed at the tickle, pulling away from Tom’s fingers. “Hey! Not fair.”
Tom laughed and shoved Bailey’s shoulders, pushing him down the bed. Bailey moved onto his knees. He bent forward, inhaling Tom’s raw male scent. He took Tom into his mouth, one suck, sudden and hard to the back of his throat, before pulling off.
“Holy fuucck!”
Tom’s hips jerked but Bailey held him still. He looked at Tom and winked. “Now that’s teasing.”
“Arse—” Anything else Tom was going to say was cut off as Bailey sucked his cock again, this time moving up and down until the trembling told Bailey that Tom was being pushed to the edge.
Bailey grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers. He traced a circle around Tom’s opening before gently pressing inside. It wasn’t long until Tom was panting with need, hips rising to chase Bailey’s touch. Craving more of the sweet heat of Tom’s body, Bailey drew away long enough to suit up before pressing the head of his cock where his fingers had just been. He was desperate to be inside but forced himself to advance gently, small approaches as he sunk into Tom’s tight, silky heat until he finally bottomed out.Oh God. Perfect.
“Fuck, Tom. Feels so good.” Bailey ground out between gritted teeth, the squeeze on his cock almost taking his breath away.
Tom’s fingers dug into the flesh of his hips, pulling them closer as they rocked into each other. The fire quickly grew as he pressed into Tom’s warmth, kissing desperately as they moved together, the sound of skin slapping and the scent of their sweat filling his senses.
“Fuck, Bailey. Nearly there,” Tom panted.
“Jesus Christ. Me too.” Bailey wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. “Touch yourself.”
Tom reached between them and within a few strokes was coming. His shout of completion and the scent of his release was nearly enough to push Bailey over the edge. The rhythmic pulses of Tom’s orgasm tore away Bailey’s last shred of self-control. With a burst of pleasure he crashed over the edge, spilling everything he had. As the last of the sensations swept over him, he collapsed onto Tom, leaving them in a hot, sticky, tangled mess. After a moment or two, Bailey moved, easing the pressure of his weight and slipping from Tom’s body.
Tom stroked Bailey’s back as they lay in each other’s arms. Tom’s other hand played with the strands of Bailey’s hair. The action was tender and Bailey wanted to stay in that blissed-out state forever. He waited for his heartbeat to return to normal, his pulse racing from both the exertion and the emotion. Tom’s chest was rising and falling rapidly and Bailey was glad to see he wasn’t the only one struggling to get his body back under control.
“Holy shit, Bailey. That was amazing,” Tom said after a while.
“Uh-huh.” Bailey couldn’t get out any more words and nodded against Tom’s chest.
Finally the slight chill of the room against his cooling skin had Bailey moving from the bed. He slipped from Tom’s arms and took care of the condom. Tom followed him to the bathroom and they washed up next to each other. It was comfortable. Bailey met Tom’s eyes in the mirror and Tom smiled.I could get very used to this.
His happiness continued when they returned to the bedroom and Tom climbed back into the bed. Bailey got in beside him and Tom pulled the covers up.
“You gonna stay the night?” Bailey asked, although the answer seemed obvious.
“Uh-huh. If that’s okay.”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
Bailey snuggled further down the bed, hauling the bedclothes higher. He curled into Tom’s warmth, sighing as wrapped his arm tighter around him and held him close. He felt so protected, so safe. It feltright.
In the darkness, his mind returned to the events of earlier in the evening—the way Tom had stuck up for him when Brett made the comments about his inability to do the manager job. It almost sounded like Tom thought Bailey should go for the promotion, to better himself with a higher-paying job with more responsibility. But that made no sense given their previous conversations.Did it?
He pushed aside the thoughts that had been swirling around his head since the farewell—except for the part of the night where the only thing he’d been focused on was the feel of moving in Tom’s body—and instead focused on the firm body next to his own, the warmth and the reassuring, regular breathing, luxuriating in the knowledge he wasn’t alone.
