Dylan’s grip on Angelo held firm. “Notnecessarily.”
Angelo laughed but shook his head. “No. Really. We do. I want you so much, but not like this?—not when your brain is in bits and I’m too tired to think clearly for both ofus.”
“I’m okay,Ang?—?”
Angelo covered Dylan’s mouth with his hands. “You’re too good at making yourself okay for other people, and I don’t want you to do that for me. You need to let me take care of you for a while. Will you let me do that...please?”
For a long moment, Angelo feared that Dylan would refuse. And that he’d let him, and they’d fall into each other for all the wrongreasons.
Then Dylan took Angelo’s hand from his mouth and kissed his knuckles. “Onlyyou.”
Chapter Sixteen
Dylan woketo rare November sunshine streaming through his bedroom windows. The daylight startled him?—it had been a while since he’d last slept past dawn, and at this time of year, most mornings were dreary and wet. Rubbing his face, he rolled over, chasing the warmth of the body beside him and fully expecting to find Angeloasleep.
Wide brown eyes startled him for a second time. “You’reawake.”
Angelo blinked. “So areyou.”
Any response Dylan may have made caught in his throat. Angelo was always gorgeous, but right now he was beautiful?—he was everything?—and Dylan couldn’t look away. Couldn’t resist the invisible magnet that drew them together. He reached out and touched Angelo’s face, scratching the dark stubble on his jaw, rubbing his thumb over the shadows beneath his eyes.He hasn’tslept.
Guilt burned in Dylan’s gut. Last night was a conflicting blur of numbness and razor-sharp anxiety, but he remembered the gentle way Angelo had coaxed him through those stretches, even though it was clear that his own body had given up the ghost for the day. And then how he’d led Dylan to bed, laid him down, and held his hand, talking about anything and nothing until Dylan had somehow fallen asleep. “Angelo?—?”
But there was nothing he could say. Could only feel. Could only touch. Could only lose himself in Angelo with the kind of kiss they should’ve been sharing from the start. Dylan’s heart thundered as Angelo kissed him back with his whole body, shoving the sheet aside until skin found skin and pressing them so tight together they both gasped. The first night they’d been together at the club flashed through Dylan’s brain. Angelo had been dominant then, but so much had happened since; their dynamic had shifted a hundred times and never settled in the same placetwice.
Right now was no different. Dylan shoved Angelo in the chest and toppled him backwards, and Angelo fell without struggle, splaying out on the bed, his arms wide, like he knew what Dylan wanted before it had solidified in Dylan’s ownmind.
Dylan crawled over him, covering Angelo with his body. Just their underwear separated them, and as he kissed down Angelo’s torso, pausing at every rip of his abs, he made short work of stripping them both. Angelo’s cock seemed to find its own way into his mouth, but Dylan didn’t linger there for long. Couldn’t, because the primal craving heating his blood was fast takingover.
He pulled Angelo down the bed so their faces were level. Angelo’s eyes were hooded and bloodshot, but the fire in them matched Dylan’s. “I know what you want,” hewhispered.
“You always do.” Dylan hooked a cautious arm under one of Angelo’s knees, raising it and bringing it slowly to Angelo’s chest. “I don’t know if it’s something you want too,though.”
“Try it andsee.”
“Are yousure?”
In answer, Angelo shifted onto his side and pulled Dylan behind him. “I pictured this the first time we fucked. Like I knew this moment would come. Don’t be too gentle. I need to feelyou.”
It was all Dylan needed to hear. The unseasonal sunshine had faded, but it didn’t matter. They had enough warmth and light of their own. He lubed up and rolled a condom on and then pressed inside Angelo so slowly that he almost busted right then, ending this dream before it had trulybegun.
But Angelo’s ragged groan grounded him, perhaps the way Angelo always had, whether either of them knew it or not. Angelo felt incredible wrapped around his dick, hotter and tighter than anyone before him... men, women, and everything in between; all faces Dylan couldn’t remember now. Didn’t want to. Didn’t care to. Because there was no one in the world for him but Angelo. Body, heart, whatever. They’d shared a playground, and now they shared asoul.
Dylan fucked Angelo long and deep, heeding every subtle signal and cue Angelo gave, every gasp and whispered moan, until it seemed like they’d been this way forever?—limbs entwined, torsos sliding together with shared sweat, their lips fused like they’d never beenapart.
But then something changed. The air shifted, and everything was suddenly hotter. Angelo rose up on his knees, his chest to the mattress, and pushed back on Dylan. “Harder.”
As if Dylan could refuse. As if he wanted to. He gripped Angelo’s hips and banged him harder,faster, the only sound in the room the slap of their flesh and their guttural cries. He was so close that his shaking thighs barely held him up, and he yelled as Angelo tightened around him. Angelo’s hands curled into fists and he cried out, arching his back and coming with a shudder that pushed Dylan over theedge.
He shot inside Angelo, his dick pulsing so hard an irrational fear that it would explode sent him tumbling to the side, an intelligible noise that was halfway between a laugh and shout bursting out of him. His chest heaved, lungs burning, and his vision blurred, but his mind was clearer than it had been in a longtime.
Clear enough to eventually pull himself together and wrap his arms around Angelo’s shaking form. “Youokay?”
Angelo was breathing too hard to answer. Dylan withdrew fast and rolled him over. Anxiety clawed its way up from the depths they’d chased it to, but when he found Angelo’s eyes, they were bright and laughing, despite his obvious discomfort. “Give me... a minute. I’m fine,honest.”
He wasn’t fine, but they’d both learned the tough way that he rarely would be. Dylan cleaned up as best he could and then retrieved the duvet from where it had been kicked to the floor. He got back into bed and laid his hand on Angelo’s chest, absorbing the tremors as they racked Angelo’s body. “Shit. Did I hurtyou?”
“As if youcould.”
