Not again.Rupert wouldn’t survive. He was battle-scarred, locked and loaded, by Jodi’s side forever. But, fuck, those scars ran as deep as the shadow on Jodi’s brain.
They kissed again. Jodi was tired, but he loved sex and their connection burned bright. Rupert slipped his tongue into Jodi’s hot mouth and let his hands roam before he eased himself from beneath Jodi’s head and lay on the couch with him.
Heat rose. Rupert stripped Jodi to his underwear and ground against him, revelling in Jodi’s low moan. In the strain of his cock against his boxer-briefs, thin black cotton that hugged his slender, sinewy frame.
“Take your clothes off,” Jodi whispered. “I want your skin on mine.”
There was nothing Rupert wouldn’t do for Jodi. He wrestled out of the joggers and tee he’d yanked on after his third post-Grenfell shower.
No underwear.
Jodi’s gaze zeroed in on Rupert’s dick, already hard and jutting from his body. “We fucked yesterday, but I always forget how big you are.”
“It’s not that big.” A flush crept over Rupert’s pale skin, making him glad of the dim light in the room. “Don’t think about it. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
Jodi stretched out and slid his underwear over his hips. His cock was beautiful. Rupert wanted it in his mouth. He dug lube from the secret hiding place under the couch, then knelt between Jodi’s legs, sucking him between his lips.
Jodi groaned. “Fuck yeah. Like that.”
Rupert didn’t need telling. He knew what Jodi liked. What made him sweat and shake and curse. He blew Jodi and fucked him with gentle fingers. Minutes passed.
Hours.
Then he drew back, slicking lube onto his own dick. “You ready?”
“Don’t take the piss, mate.”
Jodi’s dry tone belied the frenetic heat in his gaze, the tremor in his panting breaths.
Rupert smiled and bent to kiss him. “I love you.”
A whisper.
Then he pushed inside Jodi, swallowing his response with another kiss.
They fucked on the couch, long and slow. Deep and loving. Measured, butdesperate, the building ache of pure pleasure almost too much to bear.
Rupert covered Jodi with his body, driving into him, grinding their hips together, Jodi’s dick trapped against his abdomen. A gravelly moan expanded his chest, possessive and primal, and his own muscles trembled, his climax building, brick by red hot brick.
Slow down.
He eased off, banking Jodi’s rumbled curse to laugh at later, slowing their cadence to an achingly temperate rock. Perhaps with for other people it would have been enough, but the pared down rhythm was killer.
“Fuck, Jodi.” Rupert’s breathing shallowed. He rocked deeper, gritting his teeth, before sensation forced his mouth to fall open again, his teeth gouged into his bottom lip. “So fucking good.”
A garbled noise escaped Jodi’s kissed raw lips. He flung his arms over his head, neck muscles taut, scrabbling for purchase on the arm of the couch. “Fuck.Fuck.”
He arched his back, drawing Rupert deeper.
Pleasure crested.
Yes.
Jodi moaned again and Rupert fucked him harder, rising to an intense peak, white spots dancing in his vision.
I love him.
