“Oh!” Lenny’s fingers curled around the sheets as Nero’s dick eased home, but instead of stinging pain came the intense rush he’d dreamed about in that distant other world before Nero, the world where he’d had no idea what it meant to want someone so absolutely as he did Nero. As pleasure sent him soaring, he truly understood for the first time in his life that who put what where meant nothing. “Damn, Nero.”
Nero’s arm tightened around Lenny’s throat, and he cupped Lenny’s face in his hand, jerking it back for a kiss that was no more than a breathless brush of lips. Then he rocked his hips, driving his cock in and out until coherent thought left Lenny. That first, long, piercing stroke had been mind-blowing, but this? Fuck, it was insane. “Harder, God . . . oh, harder.”
“Yeah?” Nero gripped Lenny’s hips and fucked him deeper, faster, pushing him down until his chest hit the mattress and his face mushed into the duvet. “Oh God . . . I didn’t know it could feel this good. This ain’t gonna last long.”
Any disappointment in Lenny’s brain was quickly overwhelmed by an imminent orgasm that would wait for no one. Fuck. Already? But the need to come was unbearable. Lenny bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and fumbled for his cock, praying he wouldn’t fall apart before Nero blew inside him. God, he needed him to come, needed to hear him, feel him. I need him to come for me.
Nero’s rhythm faltered and his breaths grew ragged. He dug his blunt nails into Lenny’s hips. “Lenny—”
Whatever he’d been about to say was cut off with a strangled moan. His dick swelled and pulsed inside Lenny, and Lenny’s vision turned white. The world stopped. Nero drove deep and came with a yell, and Lenny tumbled over the precipice he’d been teetering on ever since they’d first kissed all those weeks ago. He shuddered and cried out, cursing, trembling, and then screaming Nero’s name as he spilled on his hand and the sheets below him.
He opened his eyes to find they had toppled to the side and landed in an ungainly heap of tangled, sweaty limbs. “Jesus.”
Nero’s only response was a low hum. Lenny reached for him and found his chest. He laid his palm over Nero’s thudding heart and counted the beats, absently this time, without the worry of recent days, when the heat beneath Nero’s skin had made him so anxious. “You weren’t supposed to be so good at that.”
“Eh?” Nero cracked open a lazy eye.
Lenny shrugged. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
“I do, not because I didn’t know how to fuck you, though. I ain’t a one-trick pony, am I?”
Clearly not, if the haze still clouding Lenny’s vision was anything to go by. “Why do you want to bottom, then? If it’s because you’re craving pain, you’ll be disappointed, ’cause I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me.” Nero’s gaze focused on something Lenny couldn’t see before he looked at Lenny. “You fucking me is just what I see when I close my eyes.”
“What about tonight?”
“Tonight? Lenny, mate, I didn’t stop to think about it, what I wanted, what you wanted, even. It happened, and isn’t that how it’s supposed to be? I don’t want to spend the rest of my life organising who puts their dick where.”
Put like that, Lenny could hardly argue, and the notion of spending the rest of his life with his dick anywhere near Nero warmed his chest. He took Nero’s hand. “Still, are you sure you’ve never done that before?”
“I’ve never done it with a bloke.”
“Oh.” Oh, indeed. Again, the thought of Nero with a woman was oddly thrilling, despite having no desire to be with one himself.
Nero sat up and stroked Lenny’s sweat-dampened hair back from his face. “I keep forgetting to tell you how much I like this.”
“The colour?”
“Yeah. It suits you. Cass told me you had pink hair when he met you. I was jealous, ’cause I missed it.”
“All this time you’ve had me worried I’m too flamboyant for you.”
“Why would you think that?”
Lenny shrugged and fingered the bangles he wore on his left arm, the silver glinting in tandem with the metallic paint splatters on his hands. “Because I’m a muppet.”
“If you say so.” There was mirth in Nero’s voice. He grinned warm and wide, before swooping in for a kiss. “What time is it?”
“Ugh, I have no idea.” Lenny forced himself to sit up and looked around for his jeans. They were hanging from the bedroom door, the skinny legs crumpled and bent at unnatural angles. “Does it even matter?”
“Not really. Bed?”
Lenny didn’t need asking twice. He scrambled under the covers, seeking Nero out the instant they were both safely under the duvet. Their lips met in a kiss that was warm and languid, gently stoking the embers of the inferno that had gone before. Lenny breathed Nero in, and then pulled back, searching him for any sign of distress or regret. “Are you okay?”
Nero nodded. “I’m good, mate. Better than good. I feel kinda free. Is that weird?”
“No weirder than I am.”
