River was entranced. He’d been jacking off for years, but it was fucking magical making another guy come. It had been a revelation. He hadn’t even thought about himself because he’d wanted to make Newt see stars. Though now River’s cock was achingly jealous.
Yes, he’d taken a risk.
No, he probably shouldn’t have.
Yes, Max would be pissed off with him.If he finds out.Which he wouldn’t.
I don’t fucking care if he does.
“Oh my God. Where did you learn to do that? You were really good. Anyone would think you’d been practising for years.” Newt’s chest shook as he chuckled.
River grinned. Newt was breathing heavily, his eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, looking blissed out, sated and…sexy.I did that!Some of that.Newt looked sexy when he was fully clothed. River brought his come-covered fingers to his lips and licked. Would the taste be the same?Not quite. Newt’s come was a bit saltier than his, maybe. As he took another lick, he saw Newt’s eyes widen as he watched.
“Your turn.” Newt pulled down River’s sleep pants. “Fuck, look at you.”
Newt scooped come from his abs and wrapped slick fingers around River’s cock.
“Now I know what to do…” Newt gave him a cheeky grin.
River would like to have believed he lasted at least aslong as Newt, but he didn’t. He was almost at boiling point before Newt had laid a hand on him. One thumb-brush over his slit and River arched his back, jetting over his chest and Newt’s fingers.Shit.
“So hot, so fucking hot.”
When River opened his eyes, Newt was still staring at him.
“Wow,” Newt whispered. He dropped onto his back and slid his hand into River’s. “Let’s pretend we’ve been at this for hours. If we’re both lying about the same thing, then it’s fine.”
River laughed. No going back now. Though that didn’t mean he was coming out of the closet. What he did in his own home was up to him.
It was Newt who eventually pushed to his feet and headed for the bathroom. He came back with a warm wet cloth and gently wiped River down. “Well done for not messing up the sheets.”
River didn’t know if Newt wanted him to return to his own bed, but when Newt climbed in beside him, tugged the duvet up and pulled him close, River sank into his embrace. He refused to think about what this meant, what would happen tomorrow, or the day after that. He knew how quickly life could change. This was something to enjoy while they could.
The following morning, they woke late. The new physiotherapist was due to arrive in ten minutes and all River’s plans for what he wanted to do with Newt went out of the window. It was as much as he could manage to shower and get ready. By the time he got downstairs, Newt was talking tocall me Ed.
The physio was painful at times but nowhere near asbad as it had been with Jorge. Ed was patient and encouraging and didn’t force him into anything that made him yelp. River hoped that wasn’t just because Newt was watching.
After Ed had gone, Newt dangled the car keys. “Want to go out?”
“Yes.” River was tired but he could rest in the car.
“Good because I’d have dragged you out otherwise. We have a thing booked.”
“W…wa…”
“What. You have to ask me properly.”
“What…thin…thing?” River forced out.
“Not telling you.”
“Fuck off.”
“It’s a surprise.”
He kept glaring and Newt glared back.
“I’m just going to check if the delivery has come. I’ll see you in the boot room. Shoes, coat, hat and gloves, right?”
