“Fuck,” he whispers, his fingers tightening where he’s holding me. “I’m gonna come. I can’t stop it.”
“Good rabbit. Come for me.”
I pick up the pace, chasing my own pleasure as he starts to tense beneath me. He fills the condom almost immediately with a long, low moan. I take a little longer, but soon I’m following after him and spurting cum all over his chest for what feels like the thousandth time since we met.
It feels like it drags on and on, and I don’t want to stop even after my orgasm fades, but I force myself to. My hole feels more tender than I expected, and my face is starting to throb, so it’s very possible I got carried away in the moment.
Colm is still trying to catch his breath, but he’s watching me just as closely as before.
“You should ice that again before you go back to sleep. If you lie down, I can grab it for you.”
I’m nodding without thinking about it, even though I don’t normally like being taken care of like this. I let myself collapse to the side somewhat gracelessly, sprawling out on the mattress on my back, about half a foot of space between us on the bed.
Colm hesitates for just a second, watching me. I think he might say something, but he seems to swallow it. He groans like an old man as he gets up, and on a whim, I reach out and slap his massive ass.
“Am I wearing you out?”
Colm snorts. “Never. You can wake me up in the middle of any night you want, even if it is like being woken up by a feral incubus.”
He moves away from me, leaving the door to the bathroom open as he takes care of the condom and cleans himself up.
“You know, you don’t sound like someone who’s a barely educated lifelong criminal.” I raise my voice to be heard over the running water. “No offense.”
“Neither do you,” he calls back to me.
“Benefits of a classical education, darling,” I say in an exaggerated posh accent. “I may be a criminal, but Murphy always took our education very seriously. No expense spared, and all that.”
It isn’t until Colm walks back into the room with a weird look in his eye that I realize I slipped up. Fuck. Thatourjust fell right out of my mouth. Like Colm is someone I actually talk to, and not a stranger I fuck.
I’m holding my breath, waiting for him to ask, but it doesn’t come. He wants to, I can feel it in the air. But he has to know I won’t answer.
“I wasn’t exactly an honor roll student, but I do know how to read. Criminals can’t read?”
“Not in my experience, but there are obviously exceptions to every rule. I guess I wasn’t expecting to find an exception—” I wave my hands around, “—here.”
Colm laughs a little at that, tightening the towel around his waist and reaching for another ice pack to crack before handing it to me, along with a damp washcloth to clean up.
“Honestly, I don’t really read. But I like documentaries. There’s something soothing about the way they tend to be so monotone and chill, even if the topic is serious. And I think I listen to people when they talk more than a lot of guys do.”
He shrugs, and it’s more adorable than it should be on a guy of his build.
“God, you really are boring,” I say, but I can’t help but smile at him while I say it, and he smiles right back at me like some ridiculous feedback loop that feels like sunshine creeping into our hotel room.
“Put that on your face.”
Colm pulls off the towel and gives me a brief glimpse of soft cock and hairy thighs before he pulls his underwear back on and resumes his place on his bed, leaning against the headboard again.
I should move back to my bed, but I’m too lazy. And the cold feels so good once I press it to my cheek. I roll over, rearranging myself until I’m more or less clean, under the covers, and lying on my side with the ice pack resting on my face without needing to hold it.
Colm watches me silently through all of it. He doesn’t ask if I’m going to move back to my side of the room, and when he eventually shuffles down into a lying position and rolls on his side to face me, I notice how careful he is to leave me a buffer zone of personal space.
I’m sure that fucking ass of his is hanging off the side of the mattress, but I don’t care. The expression of contentment on his face is fucking delightful.
We lie like that in silence for a long time, until Colm’s breathing evens out a little, even though his eyes are still open, and I feel myself drifting closer to sleep. Just like when we were fucking, the rest of the world feels far away, and I find my mouth opening to speak without really considering it.
“I wasn’t molested, you know.”
The words fall like lead between us. Colm doesn’t move or speak, but I can see him holding his breath.
