I thrust in our joined hands, picking up a starved and desperate rhythm that he matches with a rumbling groan. His hands tighten and his kiss grows rougher. I taste blood and it detonates me into space.
Fuck.
I release hard, breath hitching, a tortured groan tearing from my chest. Come coats my fingers and it’s the hottest thing ever.
Then Joss comes too, growling a curse that rattles my bones, and I realizethat’sthe hottest thing ever.
It’s him.
I watch him fall apart. Watch him shiver through his climax, eyes rolling, skin flushing, and holy-hot-damn-fuck, my cock isn’t done.
“Jesuswept.” Joss drops his head to my shoulder again.
I hold him up, but he doesn’t let me for long. He finds his underwear, wipes our hands, then cups the back of my head, pressing a kiss to the base of my throat. “Shower?”
We need it.
I take his hand and lead him to the bathroom. He’s so fuckin’ chill, it doesn’t feel weird. There’s room for us both beneath the spray, and we rinse down together.
Euphoria is throwing a rager in my nerves. It’s a good feeling, but I don’t know what to do with it. And as my blood cools, I begin to wonder what’s next. I’m tired, but I don’t want to go to bed.
Not without him.
Is it weird to ask him to stay with me?
Joss slides his hand along my jaw. “Okay?”
I gaze at him through the steam. He’s shut the shower off, and I didn’t notice.Andhe’s eyeing me like he’s worried I’m going to freak.
Hell-to-the-fuck-no.
Not happening. I kiss him with my wet hair plastered to my face and his still cascading water down his back. Then I press my forehead to his because I like how it feels. “Can I ask you to do something weird?”
“Define weird, mate. I’m not easy to shock.”
I can believe that. But for the first time since we came home, nerves rattle me. “I want to ask you to sleep in my bed with me.”
Joss pulls back from me and wrings his hair out. “Okay. What’s the weird part?”
“That was it.”
“If that’s the best you’ve got, I want a refund.”
“Huh?”
Joss steps out of the shower. He hands me a towel before haphazardly drying himself with another. “Look at it like this: even if we slept in our own rooms, our beds are, what, three meters apart? What’s weird about sleeping a little closer?”
It’s simplifying in the extreme, but his logic suits me. I shrug, brush my teeth, and lead him back to my room.
Our clothes litter the floor. Joss scoops his up and disappears.
He returns carrying his favorite sweats. “Put yours on too. Trust me.”
It feels like sacrilege, but I do trust him, so I obey, and we crawl into my bed.
I turn the lamp off and we face each other in the dark. He’s tied his hair back. Mine is a damp mess and he pushes it out of my eyes.
“There you are.”
