“Let it go for a bit, babe.” Dillon rubbed harder, really digging in.
“I…” His knees buckled some. “Fuck, that’s good.”
He shouldn’t just… But he did, damn it. He needed this for a bit.
“I got you, babe. I would tell you if anyone needed you.” Yeah. Yeah, Dillon was a good guy.
“Uh-huh. I got a wicked headache, you know?”
“I can tell.” Dillon took him by the hand, sat him down at the table.
He went, leaned his head on his hands, trying to stretch out a little. “I made us coffee.”
“You rock.” Something went into the microwave, and before he knew it, he had a nice, hot neck pillow on his skin.
“Oh, damn.” Dillon made him feel so fucking good. Like he wasn’t eighty thousand years old and busted.
“Mmm.” Dillon stroked the back of his head. “Better?”
“Yeah. Yeah, sorry, cowboy. I got all…”Tense. Aggravated. Worried. “…caught up.”
“No need to apologize, babe. You love your people. I get the benefit of that.” Dillon kissed the top of his head.
“You’re my people.” Sometimes he thought that he ought to be guilty for having someone who loved him so good.
“I am. So yours.” Now the slippery man just slid between him and the table, landing in his lap.
That made him grin, made him happy where nothing else could. “Well, hello there.”
“Hey, babe.” He got him a peck on the lips. “You just need to focus.”
“Focus.” Coke leaned and took another of those kisses.
“Mmmhmm. You need to be one with the clown.” That came with a little wiggle that made his eyes cross.
“I can handle that, I think.” His hands found Dillon’s hips, rubbed a bit. “It snowing outside?”
“It is. Just a light dusting.” Those lips rubbed his cheek, Dillon’s ass moving on Coke’s lap.
“That’s good. We oughta take a walk tomorrow morning, explore some.”
“Sure.” Those clever fingers moved up his arms, then to his shoulders, digging in again.
Coke hummed, his forehead against Dillon’s. “You got the neatest eyes, honey. Clear as all get out.”
“Yeah? I like yours. Kinda hazel-y.” They rubbed noses, too.
He took a deep breath, relaxed some. “We’re basking, cowboy.” It felt pretty damn good, actually.
“We are. There is no bad there. I’m thinking of getting us a heat lamp.” That had him chuckling.
“Lizard boy.” He swatted Dillon’s butt playfully.
“Anything for you, babe.” Dillon wiggled harder, his breath coming fast.
“You okay?” He leaned in, lips brushing Dillon’s again.
“I am.” Hugging him tight, Dillon hummed. “I’m here with you.”
