“You already do.” Jared rasped out a moan, his hands slithering from Dylan’s waist to clutch onto his thighs possessively. “No one has ever treated... or fucked me like you do.” He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his head back on the pillow as Dylan straightened and impaled himself harder on his cock.
“And no one—” Dylan groaned, almost tumbling over the edge, his entire existence finding relief when Jared’s fingersintertwined with his and their eyes locked in a virtual space where only the two of them existed. “No one has or ever will love you like I do.”
Flames soared in Jared’s gaze when he let go of Dylan’s hands and grabbed his hips, grinding him with passion and need. “Kiss me.”
Dylan didn’t need to be asked twice. Bending over, he grabbed the back of Jared’s neck and pressed their mouths together. Grunts, moans, and all kinds of erratic sounds flooded the room.
“Fill me up, candy boy,” Dylan coaxed. “Mark me with your cum.”
“Yes, baby... Keep fucking me like that!”
Jared’s face contorted in gorgeous orgasmic bliss. Dylan’s dick spasmed, cum pooling between their abs while his legs trembled with the strength of his orgasm. It felt as though a ball of energy had exploded around them, electrifying the space and their skin. They groaned into each other’s mouths, reluctantly slowing down when their climaxes faded.
“I love you, Dyl,” Jared whispered, tears brimming his beautiful eyes as he caressed a palm over Dylan’s beard.
“Jared…” Dylan started, keeping their bodies connected. He wanted Jared’s cock inside of him for as long as possible, to keep it tightly wrapped, warm, and damp in his own creamy mess. “You’re the best thing that I never planned.” He planted a lingering kiss on his lips. “I love you... even if you make me watch those Japanese cartoons every weekend.”
“Anime,” Jared retorted, grinning that stunning smile of his that Dylan had realized was meant only for him.
They kissed once more. But it was rougher this time, passionate and so hot, their bodies lit up again.
“Are you sure about this?” Jared asked, panting. “Like a hundred percent sure you want a relationship? I don’t want you to feelforced—”
“You aren’t forcing me to do anything, so shut the fuck up,” Dylan said, a thumb hungrily brushing over Jared’s lips. “A few months ago, I wouldn’t have thought I’d fall in love ever again. I wasn’t in the best place to deal with any of this, and neither were you. But here we are, two shitshows stumbling unannounced into each other’s lives. So trust me, love me, and fuck me until neither of us can take it anymore.”
11. Epilogue
One year later…
Switzerland, a land ofbreathtaking scenery.
That was what Jared would be thinking if he wasn’t lying in the snow with his right ass cheek pulsing with what would probably become a massive bruise.
He sighed, letting the cold creep into his bones as his eyes focused on the sky. It was surprisingly clear, painted a pretty shade of blue for December in the Alps. He expected it all to be a lot more greyish—like home. It was gorgeous though.
“That was quite a fall.” Dylan laughed, outstretching his hand to help Jared up.
“Shut up,” Jared grumbled. He was done with these stupidly slippery slopes.
He had never been good at sports, especially not the type that required such a high level of balance and coordination, and that wasn’t changing now. Not when he could be inside Chaz’s house, enjoying the smell of burning wood mixed with the bittersweet scent of a hot cocoa. That was life. This was not.
Also, yes. Jared and Dylan were staying at Chaz and his wife’s cabin—Jared felt like Heidi; not the model, the girl from the anime TV show. The couple had practically forced them to stay at their place when they’d learned the two of them were spending a week here. And honestly, after checking the pricesfor ski and snowboarding season in the area, there was no way they would refuse the offer.
“It was your fault,” Jared said as he stood up.
“How is it my fault that you have two left feet?” Dylan chuckled some more, lovingly brushing some wet locks from Jared’s forehead.
His eyes had always been captivating, like the depths of the bluest ocean, but right now, the way they were glowing, with so much affection and a dash of mischief...
Jared was weak for this man. Anything Dylan said or did, he would vow to it. But he loved their dynamic the most when he played the victim and Dylan was the boyfriend who comforted him, so he laid it on extra thick.
“I told you to wait for me. And you didn’t.” Jared looked at him with his best puppy dog eyes, feigning innocence and hurt.
“It was an easy one, baby boy. How was I supposed to know you’d fall on an almost flat slope?” Dylan pecked his cheek, his lips as cold as Jared’s skin. Then bit him.
What the fuck?
Jared facepalmed Dylan and pushed him away. “Easy slope, easy slope…” he mocked. “Tell that to my ass!”
