Tean reached out to press down on Jem’s dick.It bobbed back up when Tean released it.“I can see that.”
“Ha ha,” Jem said as he climbed onto the bed.
A grin splashed across Tean’s face.He was always so serious.Always so responsible.And the expression now made him look younger, playful, alive.“Give me that big cock.”
When they’d first started fooling around—no, Jem thought, that wasn’t right.When they’d first started making love, even though Jem hadn’t known that was what they were doing, Tean had tried dirty talk.In a moment of maybe not-too-smart honesty, Jem had told him he sounded like a robot.
Well, he didn’t sound like a robot now.He sounded like Tean.He sounded like Jem’s Tean.When he needed a good dicking.
Smirking, Jem settled himself between Tean’s legs.He ran his hands up Tean’s calves, the hair whispering against his palms.He was so goddamn thin, but under Jem’s hands was the dense definition of muscle built from miles of hiking.Up to the knees.Then sliding along Tean’s thighs.
He thought about saying,I love you.
Instead, he hooked his arms around Tean’s legs and dragged him down the bed.Tean’s head slid off the pillow.Jem opened the drawer in the nightstand and found the lube.He squeezed some into his hand, lifted one of Tean’s legs over his shoulder, and found Tean’s hole.He moved slowly at first, spreading the lube around, pressing at the opening with his thumb until it started to give, and then stroking away the pressure again.When he slid his index finger in, there was a moment of resistance, and then Tean let out a breath and raised his hips fractionally.At two fingers, he shifted again, but when Jem curled and dragged and searched, Tean hissed, and his heel dug into Jem’s shoulder blade.
Jem kissed his leg.He eased his fingers free and scooted closer.Both of Tean’s legs were over his shoulders now, and Tean had raised his head.The angle made his eyes fall into shadow, but it didn’t matter.The tightness that had marked his expression for months now was gone.No more of that dark, almost angry seriousness.In its place, he looked exposed.Vulnerable.A hint of a blush.Lips parted.Hair standing up like he’d been fried by lightning.
The first thrust was slow.Even after being loosened up, Tean’s body tried to resist.And then Jem was past, sliding into the tight ring of muscle.Slow.Slow.Slow.
Tean had his head back, and the lamplight ran over him like a river.His face was scrunched up.And tears glistened at the corners of his eyes.He must have sensed Jem’s hesitation because he whispered, “I’m fine.I’m fine.It doesn’t hurt.”And a heartbeat later, “Don’t stop.”
Which was good, because Jem wasn’t sure he could stop.He moved carefully at first, because the temptation was to rush.Even with the lube, there was still that pleasant grit, still that intense tightness before Tean’s body began to surrender.But when Tean tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple jutting out, and whimpered, Jem rolled his hips.And when Tean grabbed at the sheet, fingers opening and closing, Jem adjusted, rising up, angling Tean’s body, until Tean let out a short, shocked “Oh shit!”
“Fuck yeah,” Jem said and let himself go.
He lasted longer than he expected, but he didn’t last long.As the orgasm made his vision tunnel, he drilled into Tean, hips bucking, trying to get as much as he could as fast as he could in those final seconds.And then he jittered to a halt, leaning over Tean, propped on his hands, dragging down harsh breaths.
Tean wiggled a little, turning his head to the side, the movements slow and stretching like he was getting comfortable.The light glowed like bronze on his skin.A dime-sized spot of come marked his belly.
“Fuck,” Jem said, sitting back so he could rub Tean’s legs.
“I was a little pent up,” Tean said with a smile.
He closed his eyes, head still turned to the side, and began to stroke himself.Jem bent over him, kissing his shoulder, his jaw, the chafed skin of his neck.He was still mostly hard.Tean started to move, angling his hips until he was pressing that spot inside himself against Jem’s dick, and then he made a choked sound and came.
They stayed like that for a while: Jem kissing him slowly, carefully, trying not to miss an inch of skin, and Tean uncoiled beneath him.
“Lie down with me,” Tean finally murmured, curling his fingers through Jem’s hair.
Jem did.A few minutes, and then he’d clean them both up.
But he closed his eyes.And Tean ran his nails lightly up and down Jem’s forearm.And then he was gone.
31
Tean was awake between one second and the next.
The room was still dark.The house was quiet.Jem was sprawled out next to him, still breathing slow and deep.
The dream had been the same: the river, the cabin, the gun.
The clock said quarter to four.
So, maybe not everything had changed.Not everything was fixed.Not after one night, anyway.
“Jem,” he whispered.“Jem.”
The blond man stirred.
