He settled down on the short-cropped grass and looked at how Dave was sitting cross-legged beside him. “How’s the ankle? And aren’t you worried about ant bites on your balls?”
Dave snorted and thumped Christian’s arm.
“Hey,” he said indignantly, rubbing at his bicep. “I thought you were all about peace and love and harmony.”
“I was,” Dave said. “In fact, I was doing really, really well, right until the moment you showed up.”
As Christian processed that and wondered for a sickening minute if it was true, if he was intruding, Dave tackled him down to the ground. “It was boring as hell,” he said.
Christian adjusted how he was lying so that he cradled Dave against his hips. He rolled them slightly, pushing up against Dave. “And now?”
“Things are looking up,” Dave said, leaning down and kissing Christian, a light, fleeting kiss that had Christian chasing hismouth for more. They kissed slow and deep and sweet. There was no hurry, because they’d have the rest of their lives for this.
Though, as the kiss continued and Dave started making those happy little satisfied noises deep in his throat, things got more urgent, until Christian rolled them over and laid Dave out on the smooth grass. He kissed his way down his body, over the tight brown nubs of his nipples, tracing along the lines of his ribs, until he knelt between his legs, which Dave very obligingly parted for him, his cock full and heavy and curving up, just ready for Christian’s mouth.
He loved how Dave tasted, the feel of his cock filling his mouth, the noises Dave made, high and broken like the birds calling overhead. “Don’t—I’m gonna—God, Christian—”
Christian pulled off, his jaw aching because Eagle had packed a hell of a punch. Instead, he wrapped his hand around the rigid length of Dave’s cock and worked him gently. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“I want you inside me when I come,” Dave said, his voice uneven as he thrust up into Christian’s hand.
Christian hadn’t wanted to stop his slow, lazy explorations, because he wanted to see Dave come apart under his hands, but that rough-voiced demand hit him deep in the gut. He could jerk Dave off later, could watch as he gasped before he relaxed completely, eyes soft and content on Christian. But now, he wanted to push deep inside him, to fill him and fuck him until neither of them knew anything else.
Christian was tearing his T-shirt off and shucking his jeans, uncaring about the way his bruises pulled, and he only just caught Dave’s next words.
“Want to be as close to you as I can get.”
The words and the way Dave had said them made something in his chest ache, in a good way. Perhaps heshould have said something sappy back, but instead he stared at Dave in horror as the reality of their situation dawned on him. “Fuck,” he said. “Lube.”
Dave’s expression went from open and soft and wondering to his eyes crinkling and his face screwing up with helpless laughter. “God, I love you,” he got out eventually, through breath that was still coming in gasps.
“Yeah, butlube.”He was missing the point here.
“Front pocket of my jeans,” Dave said. “There’s a packet.”
“So this was all part of your evil mastermind plan, like your naked meditating.” Christian rooted around until he found the packet in question.
“Damn straight,” Dave said.
Christian slicked his fingers and eased one inside Dave, watching his flushed cheeks and dark, blown pupils, as he gasped and pushed down for more. By the time Christian slicked himself, Dave was reaching for him.
Christian pressed forward, slow and steady, until he was buried deep, braced above Dave so he could watch every flicker of pleasure cross his face.
“Now,” Dave whispered. “For God’s sake, move.”
Christian did. Long, deep glides that left them both shaking, then faster, harder, until Dave was clutching at him and crying out with each thrust, before he shattered between them with a broken sob.
The sight, the feel of Dave clenching around him, undid Christian completely. He came hard, deep inside him.
They lay tangled together in the grass. Christian held Dave close, watching the way the sun turned the tips of his eyelashes to gold, and whispered that he loved him.
DAVE
Pack breakfast was in full swing when they returned to the house. The air was filled with the scent of coffee and bacon, Karl had come in from his overnight patrol, and Tristan had temporarily abandoned the plate in front of him in favor of a convoluted story involving chickens and the second law of thermodynamics.
“Breakfast?” Jason asked, nudging Dave’s arm as he moved over to the kettle to start on his tea.
“That’d be good, thanks.” Dave was perfectly capable of making his own breakfast, but the offer felt warm and nurturing, something he didn’t think Barton’s pack was capable of. He hoped, suddenly and fiercely, that Justin got away from there and made it out to Portland.
