Joshua laughed, then removed his hand and arched against his husband. “Me!” he rasped out against Colin’s mouth. “Me, this time!”
Colin smiled up at him, arching his body, sliding his leg over Joshua’s hip to press him even harder against Colin’s distended erection. “My sweet boy wanna fuck me?” he muttered, then sucked hard on Joshua’s throat, sliding his tongue lower, biting his neck. “My sweet boy wanna fuck menow?” Colin asked, his voice like the growl of a cornered tiger. “Then do it!” he hissed through clenched teeth. “DO it!”
“Shhh!” Joshua warned.
“Trying!” Colin hissed, his voice a low murmur. “But it’s hard to stay quiet when you’re...” He hissed out a sudden breath. “Jesus, Josh!”
Joshua jerked open the drawer from their bedside table and grabbed the lube. He squeezed a huge dollop into his hand then bent to Colin and whispered: “Damn right your sweet boy wants to fuck you! And he’sgoingto fuck you!” He smeared the slippery substance over both of them, then coaxed Colin’s magnificent ass right to the edge of the bed. “Like this,” he whispered, then moaned in anguished desire as he stood beside the bed and joined his body to Colin’s, while Colin tried not to snicker and repeatedly shushed him.
Joshua could hear Colin panting. See his hands clenching around the sheets. Feel the tension in his body as Joshua pushed another inch deeper, then another. He moved against him,withinhim, every breath a sob as he plunged into the hot, moist core of Colin’s body. The heat of it was almost too much to bear, but he clenched his teeth and thrust harder, faster, pounding into him again and again.
Beneath him, Colin’s grunts change to soft cries. “Oh god! Oh god, Josh, yes! Jesus!” Then remembering they were trying to be quiet, he slapped his own hand over his mouth, alternating between moans of desire and bursts of embarrassed tittering.
Joshua clutched Colin’s iron-hard erection in his hand and timed the flick of his wrist to the endless pumping of his hips. Again. And again. Both were crying out now with every thrust, trying to stifle their moans, but unable to manage it. The pleasure too great. Too much to bear. Too powerful to resist.
Joshua fell on top of Colin’s body, convulsing as he flooded his husband with heat in a frenzy of explosions, blinding him with rapture. He felt Colin’s body spasm violently as he spilled himself over Joshua’s fist, gasping again and again with every exquisite jolt of raw pleasure.
Joshua’s knees could no longer hold him, and he slid lower, sinking toward the floor, still gasping from the ecstasy of his climax. “Holy shit, Colin,” he whispered, clutching at his husband’s knees for support, “we’rereallybad at this! I bet Jessica heard us all the way over in her cottage.”
Colin snickered then grabbed Joshua’s arms and pulled him onto the bed. “Ah, fuck it!” Colin muttered. “It’s not like they don’t know we make love now every and then.”
For several minutes there was no sound other than their embarrassed giggles and the hot, moist gasps of their breath. Then Joshua turned to his side and kissed Colin’s naked shoulder. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Did you hear me complain?”
Joshua gave a soft, spent laugh. “No. I did not.”
“Then I think you’re safe to assume I’ll survive, though for a moment or two there I had my doubts.”
“Be a great way to die,” Joshua murmured.
“Yeah, but not in your mother’s house.”
Joshua doubled over in soft laughter. “He fucked my son to death,” he said in a high accusatory whine. “And I heard every minute of it!”
“But, mom, heaskedme to! In fact, hebegged!” Colin replied, laughing as hard as Joshua.
“We’re gonna catch allkindsof crap tomorrow from Abe.”
“You think he heard us?” Colin asked.
Joshua leaned back and shot him a look of pure disbelief. “Are you fuckingkiddingme?”
“We werethatloud, huh.”
“Let’s hit the shower, baby.”
“Really, Josh?”
“Colin. Honestly. Shower.”
Chapter 27
Welcome Home, Darling
Joshua’s knee surgery went precisely as planned, and within two hours of waking up he was sitting with Colin in Moo Thru, one of Charlottesville’s favorite ice cream parlors, eating a Brownie Sundae with extra chocolate syrup. “Oh, man!” he mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate. “I should get surgery every day!”
“You don’t have to have surgery to go to Moo Thru,” Colin told him, laughing. “I’ll bring you here anytime you like.”
