“Oh no, not that one.” River gasped in mock horror. “That was my f…favourite.”
“Maybe they’ve washed it and put it back.”
“I hope they haven’t.”
“Want me to check.”
“No.”
Newt ran his fingers down the side of River’s body, over his ribs, the dip of his waist, the curve of his hip. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
“Is that what you thought when you first saw me?”
“Lying on the couch with a scowl on your face, shadows under your eyes and a hand down your jeans?”
“My best pose.”
“I thought you were gorgeous and I was hoping you’d take me up on my offer to give you a hand.”
“If I’d said yes, you’d have run.”
“Would I? Since you could only sayfuck offat that point, we’ll never know.” He laughed.
The sound rippled through River’s body. River rolled on top of him, peppering his face with kisses and Newt spread his legs wide, tucking his heels over River’s ankles.
Their cocks were wedged side by side and when River flexed against him, Newt groaned. The feel of their dicks pressing together made River’s toes curl. He closed his eyes and rocked into him again. All sorts of sounds were pouring from Newt: curses, whimpers and moans. River had his jaw clenched tight otherwise he’d have been making the same sounds. He slid his mouth over Newt’s cheek, down his neck and nibbled at his collar bone while Newt writhed beneath him, moving his heels to the back of River’s thighs to keep him where he was.
“River…River…”
Hearing Newt gasp his name was almost too much. He wanted this to last longer but his need to come was stronger than his need not to. He was chasing that impending sensation, wanting more and more, thrusting harder against Newt, moving faster and faster. Newt had his hands onRiver’s backside, urging him down, bucking into him and heat built and built as they caught fire. River couldn’t have stopped. All he could do was keep moving, grinding down until he came, his release spreading between them. As he buried his face in Newt’s neck, Newt followed him into the inferno, and they swallowed each other’s cries as they came.
They fell asleep wrapped up in each other.
“What was that?” Newt lurched to a sitting position in the bed.
River blinked himself to a more alert state. “What?”
“There’s someone in the house.”
As hot as River had felt a short while ago, he was now icy cold. Newt leapt out of bed and pulled on his boxers. Then glared at River as he did the same.
“Stay here,” Newt whispered.
“No!” River whispered back.
“River!” Max yelled from downstairs.
They both heaved sighs of relief that quickly turned to scowls of annoyance.
“Fuck off,” River called. “We’re in bed.” He signalled Newt to get back in with him. They were both messy with dried come. Newt pulled the covers up. River pushed them down. Newt glared and pulled them back up.
A moment later, Max opened the door. “It’s five thirty in the afternoon!”
“You mean, you can only get it up at night?” River smirked. “It’s…p…probably an age thing.”
Max sucked his teeth. “I was worried about you. You didn’t answer the intercom.”
“If you’d got me a phone, you could have called.”
