“If you keep finding new ways to call me boring, I’m going to have to fuck the brat right out of you.”
He rolls his eyes, but also makes a few breathy, pleased noises and clenches his hole around my cock. I’ve been staving off the need to move until now, but the less worried I feel, the harder it is to hold back.
“Promises, promises,” he says, but the end of the last word trails off when I pull out to the tip before slamming back in.
Fallow chokes on a groan, and I feel pleasure rising in my chest.
I pull out and slam back in again, slow and hard, and Fallow continues to moan, so I take it as encouragement.
In all the things I’ve thought I’d do with Fallow, this wasn’t one of them. Feeling his warm, sweaty skin against mine; getting to pick up the vibrations of his moans by pressing open-mouthed kisses against his neck… it’s life changing. I was already committed to keeping him, but there’s no turning back now. Nothing will top this.
It feels utterly natural to pick up a rhythm, and Fallow meets my thrusts with ease. We’re in sync, moving together. His hard cock is trapped between us, soaking up the friction, and every time I have the breath, I put my tongue in Fallow’s mouth and drink him in.
The pressure builds slowly. There are no bells and whistles and knives and corpses this time, although I look forward todoing more of that in the future. This is just my skin against his, both of us riding the other into oblivion.
Fallow gasps, shouts out “Colm!”, and then there’s wetness between us. I’m not sure which of us is more surprised by his orgasm barreling in out of nowhere, but watching that ecstasy on his face does something obscene to me.
I pound him as hard as I can, my teeth in his neck, and less than a minute later I’m groaning and coming inside him.
It takes longer for both of us to come down and be able to form words than it did for us to get there. I keep my softening dick inside him the whole time, even when it feels a little uncomfortable, because I’m not ready to part.
Fallow seems content to indulge me. He purrs and shimmies some more as I stroke him everywhere I can reach, letting me lay about half of my body weight on him.
“You really liked that, didn’t you?” I ask, when I finally get my words back.
“Mmm,” he says, kissing me softly. “It’s nice. The thought of anyone else touching me is exactly like it always was. I don’t feel like I’ve changed. It just feels like my body has decided you can join Ellery on the exception list, and I’ve always liked it when Ellery touches me. In a very different way, obviously, but you get the picture.”
He laughs a little, and the lightness of the sound makes me happier than any other damn thing I’ve done in my life has.
“So,” I say slowly, trying to find the words to finally ask what I’m afraid to. “This is real? You’re coming back to stay with me? Forever?”
I expect him to tease me for being needy, but he just nods, grazing my nose with his.
“That’s what I want. And I know it’s what you want, because you’re a terrible liar. As long as you don’t mind outing yourself to all the mafia morons.”
“Pfft, I’d say I’d beat the homophobia out of anyone who says anything, but I’m pretty sure they’re all too terrified of you to start anything. Either way, I’ll keep them in line. Or we’ll keep them in line. If they don’t like shit, they can keep it to themselves or go work for the Aryans.”
Fallow nods again. He’s not exactly a wilting flower who needs my protection. If anything, he’s the one who protects me. That doesn’t do anything to kill the urge, though.
“I love you,” I say, throwing caution to the wind. “All I want is to make you happy. Whatever that looks like.”
Fallow’s eyebrows draw together, and he looks over every inch of my face for too long before answering.
“I always told Ellery I loved them, because it seemed like what you were supposed to say. And they were the only thing that meant anything to me. I would never admit it, but I didn’t really understand what the word means. I still don’t. But I can tell you that whatever depth of feeling I hold for my sister, I hold just as much for you. For whatever that’s worth. I know it’s not exactly a hallmark card, but you’re the only person apart from Ellery that I care about more than myself.”
Honestly, that little speech makes me feel even more joyful than if he’d told me he loved me. It’s deeply, intrinsicallyhimand it feels real.
“I’ll take it.”
The room gets quiet again, but in a way I could swim in forever.
“And my real name is Brady.”
Fallow says the words on a single rushed exhale, like he’s trying to get the sentence out and in the past. It’s so rushed; it takes me several long blinks to process.
Then I start to laugh. I laugh hard enough that my now-soft dick finally slips out of him, and he tries to crawl away from meto pout but I don’t let him, wrapping him up in my arms and squeezing, leaving a new trail of kisses up his neck.
“That’s glorious. I can see why you keep it to yourself. Brady, the big bad mafia villain. Brady the serial killer. Brady would be less likely to have all my men quaking in their boots.”
