“I do.”
“Why?”
Jodi wriggled out of his remaining clothes, then fixed Rupert with a shrewd stare. “Because you’re a good man.”
What that had to do with getting naked, Rupert had no idea, but coming from Jodi, a man Rupert had idolised as much as he’d loved ... Jesus fecking Christ, could they do nothing without Rupert wanting to bawl his eyes out?
Apparently not, but Jodi straddled Rupert’s chest before Rupert could dwell on it.
“I wouldn’t do this to a woman,” Jodi said. “Unless she asked me to.”
Rupert eyed Jodi’s cock as it carved a gentle rut in his chest. “Perhaps she would. I can’t imagine anyone not wanting this.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. How does it feel? Do you like it?”
Jodi sucked in a breath. “Fuck yeah. It feels amazing. Can’t believe I forgot about something like this. How does that happen?”
Rupert could picture how it happened all too well, but it wasn’t the time for morbid imaginings. This was beyond what he’d dared hope for, and he wasn’t going to let the shadows chase it away. He closed his fist around Jodi’s cock, squeezing, lightly at first, but then harder as Jodi’s eyes widened and rolled into the back of his head.
“Oh God, yeah.” Jodi thrust his hips forward. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Rupert gave into Jodi’s whispered plea, for a while, at least. He’d missed this side of Jodi—the uninhibited, sexual side of him—untamed and a little wild. From the very first time he’d laid a hand on Jodi, he’d been enthralled by the way he moved his body, the sounds he made. Jodi was beautiful.
But eventually, as Jodi’s thighs trembled and his gasps caught in his chest, Rupert pushed his luck and pulled Jodi closer ... close enough to flick his tongue over Jodi’s dick.
Jodi’s eyes flew open. “Shit.”
“Is that a good ‘shit’?”
“What the fuck do you think?”
Rupert grinned. “I think you want more.”
Jodi shuffled forward on his knees and pushed his cock into Rupert’s mouth. “Then give me more.”
As if Rupert could say no. As if he wanted to. He’d always got off on giving Jodi head. Perhaps it had been the power—the control it gave him over this beautiful man who Rupert felt so plain beside ... but Rupert didn’t feel like that anymore. Hadn’t in years. Jodi had taught him to feel nothing but pleasure when they were laid bare to each other like this.
He took Jodi deep, scraping him against the roof of his mouth and down his throat. Jodi, perhaps expecting Rupert to ease him in gently, cried out, jerking violently. Rupert held him still, controlling the pace initially. Then he relented and let Jodi fuck his mouth, slowly at first, but then faster and harder, until Jodi yelled out a curse and shot down his throat.
For a long moment, Jodi gasped and clung to the headboard. His arms shook and his legs quivered. He stared at Rupert, his mouth opening and closing, but nothing intelligible came out. Alarmed, Rupert wriggled from beneath him and pried his hands from the bed frame, easing him onto his back.
“Jodi? Talk to me. You all right?”
For a long, anxious moment, Jodi didn’t answer, then he burst out laughing and yanked Rupert down to lie on top of him. “All right? I feel like I’ve just done a bloody sky dive.”
“Landed on your feet, I hope.”
“I landed on the fucking moon.”
Jodi laughed some more, and his euphoric humour was infectious. Rupert wrapped his arms around him and held him tight, smiling so hard his cheeks ached. “Are you ready to come back to earth and go to sleep?”
“Sleep?” Jodi sunk his teeth into Rupert’s shoulder. “But what about you? I want you to feel like I do—if I can do it half as well as you can. I want—”
It was Rupert’s turn to kill the conversation. He kissed Jodi gently, warmly, with barely a tickle of the heat that had just exploded between them. “We’ve got all the time in the world to fuck about. Come and sleep with me? Please?”
Jodi tried to scowl, but a tired, sheepish smile won out. He crawled under the covers and held up the duvet. Rupert slipped in beside him and rolled onto his side to spoon him from behind, the way they’d always slept before the accident, even in the heat of summer. It took him a moment to realise what he’d done, and for the umpteenth time, the magnitude of how far they’d come in a matter of weeks threatened to overwhelm him.
