His cock jerks against mine, and I know he’s close. I tighten my fist, driving our cocks together with every thrust.
“Don’t hold back,” I beg, hips snapping up hard. “I’m dying to see you, Gabe. I wanna watch you come, wanna see how fucking beautiful you look when you fall apart for me.”
“Noah—I’m gonna—I can’t stop—” He whines.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, driving us harder, faster. We’re both trembling. “Come with me, baby. Right now.”
His orgasm hits like a wave I feel under my palm—the stutter, the full-body seize—then he’s crying out, spilling across my fistand stomach in thick, hot pulses that coat my hand and streak both our cocks. I work him through it as he falls apart, using his cum to pump us both.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, rutting into the mess he made, slicking myself with his cum and stroking harder, making it dirtier, until it rips out of me, too. My hips jerk, and my forehead drops to the crook of his neck with a guttural sound I can’t swallow as I spill over his stomach, over my own knuckles, over the base of our cocks. It’s everywhere—heat and salt and the smell of sex heavy between us.
I slump back into the sofa and haul him with me. He sags against me, forehead to my temple, both of us breathing hard. My free hand stays at the back of his neck until the world stops spinning.
“Fuck,” I murmur against his hair, kissing his sweaty temple. My throat works around words that don’t feel big enough, my mind scrambling for something—anything—that could touch what I’m feeling. “You’re… I don’t even know—” I let out a shaky laugh. “You’re unreal.”
For a second, he just breathes, like he’s catching up to what we just did. His head dips, forehead pressed to my collarbone, and I let him stay there, rubbing circles over his spine until the tension in his shoulders melts away. I can’t stop looking down at him—at the flush in his ears, the little tremor running through his thighs.
He tucks his face further into my neck, trying to hide his smile, but I feel it—the curve against my skin. I smooth a hand down his side, tracing the dip of his waist, then tip his chin up so he meets my gaze. He looks shy and proud all at once.
“All good?” I ask quietly.
He huffs a laugh, breath shaky. It’s my favorite sound.
“Yes,” he whispers. “Again?”
I laugh at him throwing those words at me again, pleased and dizzy with it. I kiss his forehead. “Give me five minutes,” I say, grinning, “and maybe a few Oreos.”
We both crack, laughter breaking the tension as I pull him tighter against me. His eyes shine, still hazy but lighter, and when I kiss him again, soft and lingering, it isn’t just heat.
It’s everything.
25
GABE
We stay like that for a while, my face pressed into his neck, his hands gently running up and down my spine. I sink into the warmth of him, the gentleness of his touch. This is the safest I’ve ever felt, the most cared for. This feeling of completeness is so foreign to me, and I never want this moment to end. It's like I’ve stepped into the safest space in the world.
But I know it won’t last, I’m too damaged to keep him forever. No matter how much I want to. He’s a bright light; I’m hidden shadows. But maybe I can keep him for a little while… until he’s done with me. Until he realizes how bad things can get for me. Maybe if I can just hide things better. The thought sits sour in my stomach. I don’t want to hide anything from him, but I’m terrified to show him everything.
I push back the emotions threatening to drag me under and hold on to him tighter.
Noah presses one last kiss to my forehead and murmurs, “Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I blink at him, still dazed, but he’s already helping me stand and tugging me toward the bathroom. I let him lead me, my legs are like jelly.
Heat creeps up my neck when I see our combined release on my stomach. I reach for a towel to take care of it before he can.
“I can—” I start.
But Noah takes it and dampens it under the tap. “Let me.” His tone is soft but certain.
The first swipe of the warm cloth makes my face flame. No one’s ever done this for me. Nobody has ever taken care of me like this.
“You don’t have to.” I whisper.
“I know, but I want to take care of you.” He glances up, catching my eye with an easy smile.
Something flutters low in me, not arousal but something heavier. My embarrassment fades, replaced by warmth, by a feeling so big I don’t have words for.
