Dave instantly rooted around in his shaving kit and passed the bottle back to Christian. And then he was hissing and shuddering as Christian’s lubed finger pressed inside him.
“Fuck, that’s cold,” he said, but the complaint in his voice gave way to a gasp as Christian started working him, and his head hung down between broad shoulders, body trembling as Christian started to open him up properly. There was nothing Christian loved more than Dave coming apart for him like this.
He could just see the top of Dave’s head in the mirror and the way his arms were braced. Dave was pushing back onto Christian’s fingers, so eager for more, and Christian cradled his chin in his freehand, bringing his face gently up till Dave was looking at Christian in the mirror, eyes so intense, color in his cheeks and flushing down his chest. He looked beautiful—shameless, and every last part of him was Christian’s. And when his mouth opened on a silent gasp as Christian added another finger, it was too much.
“Hands on the mirror,” he said. God, his voice was hoarse and wrecked already and he hadn’t even gotten inside Dave yet. But Dave obeyed, just the way he always did, and Christian lined up and pressed home, deep inside, torn between watching the way Dave opened up so beautifully for his cock and the way he was staring at himself in the mirror, eyes dazed and dark. “That’s it,” Christian whispered against his ear as he slid fully home. “Oh God, you feel so good.”
And he did—tight and slick and hot, and Christian couldn’t wait another second. His hips were moving before he knew what he was doing, falling into the rhythm he knew Dave loved in the mornings, slower than usual but merciless, not giving him a chance to back off from the edge Christian was keeping him on. Christian reached down and swept his fingers over the head of Dave’s cock. He was wet as hell already.
The groan that shook Dave had Christian looking at him again in the mirror. His mouth was lax, his eyes fluttering closed every time Christian pushed all the way in, only to open again as he pulled back. When Christian buried his mouth in Dave’s neck and nipped sharply at him, it was over—no real warning, just Dave shuddering around him and gasping something that might have been a curse or Christian’s name. And Dave clenching so tight around him, face slack with ecstasy, drew it out of Christian until he was coming, lost before he knew it.
His arms clenched tight around Dave as he folded over him, cheek to warm skin, breathing harder than he had a right to, givenhis workout regime. This. This was what he needed, more than anything, to ground him and keep him sane.
“Hell of a way to start the day,” he mumbled.
Dave moved under him, and Christian became aware that he was probably a lot more comfortable than Dave was right now. He didn’t want to move, though, because he could close his eyes and fall asleep wrapped around Dave like this.
He could scarcely remember his life without Dave, and he didn’t want to. Before Dave, there’d been no softness, no warmth shining from steady eyes. On the other hand, neither had there been a sharp elbow in his ribs nor someone wriggling underneath him.
“What?” he mumbled, breathing in Dave’s scent, the smell of home.
“You’re squashing me,” Dave said. “Also? Pretty sure there’s cum on my foot.”
Christian snorted and finally, reluctantly, disentangled himself. “And they say romance is dead.”
He planted a smacking kiss on Dave’s smoothly shaved cheek and waltzed into the shower. Life didn’t get much better than this.
Chapter Sixteen
DAVE
Dave tried not to grin, because Christian really was just that exasperating sometimes, but he couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at his lips as he cleaned up the mess he’d made. Christian was belting out some sort of rock-bluegrass fusion in the shower—and he complained aboutDave’ssinging?
But when he left the bathroom and pulled his jeans on, the grin faded from his face. He didn’t know whether that had been distraction or just Christian doing what he always did, pretending there was nothing to talk about.
For those moments, it had felt like they were back on solid ground again. But that was the thing, wasn’t it? He kept finding his footing, only to realize the ground beneath him was shifting.
Dave pulled on his shirt, fingers moving more slowly than usual as he thought. Christian had been glowing this morning. He looked better after a night of fighting than most people did aftera spa weekend. Relaxed and easy in that way he got when he was happy.
They want us, Christian had said last night, with something wild and hopeful in his voice. Dave hadn’t known what to say then. He still didn’t. Because Christian had looked at that fight club and seen a pack.
Dave rubbed at his chest absently, then stilled his hand. He wasn’t going to ruin this day before it started. Not when Christian had smiled at him this morning like he was everything good in the world.
He’d just put his socks on when there was a knock on the door. Pausing to pull the bathroom door closed, because he wouldn’t put it past Christian to wander out naked and give housekeeping a hell of a view, Dave crossed the room to answer.
His jaw dropped because it wasn’t a housekeeper standing there, but Justin. His hair gleamed gold in the sun, and his soft green eyes were brought to life by the dark-green sweatshirt he was wearing as he smiled, a hint of shyness in his face.
After the first instant of surprise, Dave remembered. Christian’s revelation had driven everything else from his head.
“Damn it,” he said, and Justin’s smile faltered. “No, I’m sorry, I forgot about our session, but your timing could not be better.”
He glanced back to find the impromptu rock concert was still going strong in the bathroom and stepped out into the morning sunshine, closing the door behind him. “I was just about to get started on my morning routine. You want to go over by the pool?”
“Wherever,” Justin said easily and fell into stride beside Dave, heading diagonally across the lot to the swimming pool. It had been drained for the winter, but the paved enclosure still had a couple of trees and some potted plants. Not much, but better than the lot. It wasn’t exactly what he was used to at home, where hisfavorite spot for morning meditation was an outcrop from which he could see for miles over open country.
Just as he opened the gate to the pool enclosure, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
“Rule number one,” he said, with a rueful grin at Justin. “Switch off your phone.”
