It had been a while since those words had last turned Rupert inside out. He scrambled out of his own clothes and tossed them aside. He grasped Jodi’s hips and yanked him back, grinding his cock along where Jodi needed him most. “This what you want? Like this? You want it like this?”
“I don’t care. Just fuck me. Please. Don’t make me beg.”
As if. Rupert had never made Jodi beg for anything, but taking Jodi on all fours when he hadn’t been fucked for months was probably a bad idea, especially when there was no guarantee that Jodi’s body would remember Rupert’s dick any more than Jodi did.
He rolled Jodi onto his side and fumbled in the bedside drawer for condoms and lube. Then he lay behind Jodi, hooking his arm loosely around Jodi’s neck so he could grip his hand, for his own benefit as much as Jodi’s, needing something—anything—to ground him.
Jodi’s shoulders trembled. Rupert kissed his cheek. “Don’t be scared, boyo. I’ve got you. I promise.”
“I know. I’ve always known.”
That was enough for Rupert. He rolled a condom on and lubed up, then turned his attention to Jodi, gently rubbing lube into him with a slick finger.
Jodi groaned. “Damn. I like that even more than I thought I would.”
“Yeah?” Rupert twisted his finger, then added a second, slowly, trying not to get lost in the wet heat of Jodi’s body tightening around him. “What about this?”
He scissored his fingers, stretching Jodi out. Jodi gasped and moaned again, before it was muffled by the pillow he shoved his face into. “Rupert,please.”
Rupert played Jodi for as long as he could stand, resisting the urge to touch himself or grind his dick into Jodi’s back, but as Jodi writhed and groaned, clearly on the point of release, suddenly, he couldn’t wait. He needed this as much as Jodi.
And he needed it now.
He withdrew his fingers and aligned his body with Jodi’s. Then he pushed forward, easing himself inside Jodi, inch by inch, following the natural cues of Jodi’s body like they’d done this just yesterday, and the day before that, and before that. Like they’d never stopped. Jodi’s body consumed him, squeezing him tight. Rupert’s eyes rolled, but he fought for control, watching Jodi, listening to every breath and moan, searching for any sign of distress.
Jodi let out a pained gasp. Rupert froze and squeezed Jodi’s hand. “Want to stop?”
“No ... God, no. I just need a minute.”
Rupert waited, his face buried in Jodi’s neck, counting the speeding thrum of Jodi’s pulse beneath his lips. Jodi remained silent and still for so long that Rupert wondered if this was it, if it was over until the next time Jodi told him the moment was right to try again. There was no rush. They had all the time in the world.
Then Jodi moved, so slightly at first Rupert thought he’d imagined it. He pushed his hips back again and again, circling in a slow rhythm that almost had Rupert coming before they’d got started. “Jesus. That feels amazing.”
“Yeah.” Jodi released a shaky breath. “Like that, like that. Fuck me, Rupert. I’m okay, I promise.”
Rupert lifted Jodi’s leg and thrust gently. Jodi threw his head back. Rupert cupped his face and kissed his throat, feeling Jodi’s near-silent moan against his lips. God, he remembered this. The sensation of Jodi falling apart in his arms, entangled in a warm web of love and desire, nothing in the world but each other.
He scraped Jodi’s neck with his teeth. Withdrew from Jodi, then pushed back in, harder than before. Jodi cried out and punched the bed. He arched his spine, opening himself more to Rupert. “Shit, yeah.”
Rupert groaned. He’d been so afraid of hurting Jodi or sending them both careening twenty steps back, he hadn’t considered how to handle the crazy heat sweeping over him, even hotter than he could remember. He shifted, pushing Jodi onto his front, pressing his face into the pillow, fucking him harder and harder, until his hips were slapping Jodi’s with so much force that the bed hit the wall.
“I’m going to come.” Jodi gripped the headboard and raised himself up, defying the weight of Rupert pinning him down. “Oh God, oh God, I’m going to come.”
Then Jodi yelled out, screaming, long and loud, like he used to. Rupert thrust again, once, twice, three times, then coherent thought abandoned him, and he came hard, collapsing on Jodi’s back, absorbing every jolt and judder of Jodi beneath him.
For a long moment, he was lost in that white, misty place where there was nothing but the release of his dick still pulsing inside Jodi, the wet warmth of their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, and the smell of sex hanging over them like a haze of all that was right with the world.
Then reality set in, and not much changed. He pushed Jodi’s damp hair away from his face. “Okay?”
Jodi grunted. “I’m fucked.”
“Sounds about right. Can you move?”
“Not with you sitting on top of me.”
Rupert carefully withdrew and rolled away.
Jodi caught his hand. “Don’t go too far. I’m not done with you yet.”
