Joshua’s chocolate-brown eyes clouded over with sadness. “Colin, she thinks she can love the abusiveness out of him! She’s wrong, of course, but she’s motivated by a desire to help.”
“She’d be better off helpingherself.”
“I’d be the last guy on earth to disagree.”
Colin wrapped his index finger around one of Joshua’s curls, smiling down at his husband as his finger disappeared into the soft, dark cocoon. “How many times do you think you’ve done that in the past three years?” Joshua asked, his voice a raspy whisper in the semi-darkened room.
“Hard to say,” Colin murmured, his arm tightening, drawing Joshua’s face close to his own. “All I know for sure is that it feels as good right now as it did the first time.” He buried his face in Joshua’s hair, losing himself, feeling his senses melting into Joshua’s scent, his warmth, the silken touch of his luxurious curls sliding across his face. He heard a soft moan echo in the room, a moan which came from his own throat, and his arms tightened, lifting Joshua into his embrace. He tried to say Joshua’s name, but their lips came together with such intense longing that the word died in his throat.
Again, and again, Colin pressed his open mouth to Joshua’s. Their tongues met in a seductive tangle, a wet and delicious dance that drew whimpers from both of them. Hot, wild desire flooded through Colin, and he gasped, reaching to grasp Joshua’s hand, guiding it to the part of himself that ached and throbbed most.
“Oh, god, Josh,” Colin groaned arching into Joshua’s hand as it closed around his hard, thick erection. “Jesus, that’s so good!”
Joshua’s tongue licked across Colin’s lips, then he sucked and nibbled at each of them before licking again. “God, you have a beautiful mouth,” he said between panting breaths. “Let’s go up!” He struggled to free himself from Colin’s tight embrace. “Come on, baby!” He tugged on Colin’s hand, drawing him to his feet, pulling him toward the stairs.
“Pushy little tart, aren’t you!” Colin teased as they moved up the first few steps. He grabbed the railing and leveraged himself to the step where Joshua stood. His other arm wound around Joshua’s waist, hauling him close, crushing him against his body as his lips claimed hard, hungry kisses
“We’re going to fall down the damned stairs!” Joshua exclaimed, breathless. He clung to Colin’s shoulders, collapsing against him, returning kiss for passionate kiss.
Colin spun and gripped the railing with Joshua trapped between both hands. He ground his rigid cock against Joshua’s, still kissing him as though he could never get enough, using his iron grip on the rail to hold them both erect and keep them stable.
“Let’s go,” Joshua urged against Colin’s lips. He grabbed his arm and tugged him up the remaining steps. “I fell down this bastard once,” he laughed, dragging Colin toward their bedroom. “I don’t want to repeat that performance.”
As he strode toward the bed, Colin grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head. As he threw it to one side, he saw Joshua standing in silence, his own T-shirt dangling from his fingers, his eyes fixed on Colin’s muscular chest. Colin flashed his dimples in a crooked smile. “You see something you like?” He yanked off his slacks and tossed them to the floor, his eyes still fastened on Joshua.
“You’re standing there with no shirt on, and you ask methat?” Joshua ground out. He strode toward Colin and hurled his shirt to one side. He grabbed both Colin’s arms and spun him onto the bed, then fell on top of him, their naked bodies pressed together. His own whimper was drowned out by Colin’s sharp cry, and Joshua sucked in a hissing breath, his face pressed to Colin’s neck.
“Jesus!” Colin gasped, arching his hips as his arms locked around Joshua and tightened, crushing his husband against his chest, feeling the smooth ripple of muscle beneath warm, bare skin. “Jesus!” Colin gasped again. His fingers fisted in Joshua’s hair and yanked him into a fierce, hard kiss. He moaned, losing all sense of himself, lost in a longing so intense that he knew Joshua felt it as well. Felt it in his heart, his soul, in his very bones.
His fingers in Joshua’s hair gripped tight, and on some level, Colinknewit had to hurt, but Joshua made no move to pull away. He writhed on top of Colin’s body, his hands dropping to Colin’s chest, sliding across the hardened muscles. There was no suggestion of a caress in his touch, no feeling of tenderness. His hands and mouth devoured the sculpted muscles of Colin’s chest, their rough, restless touching a desperate craving for ownership—for possession, a craving which not even sex could satisfy.
Joshua ground out a moan through clenched teeth, and his hand slapped against the bedside table, sending a glass flying, knocking over the lamp, fumbling until his fingers found what they sought. He held the tube in front of Colin’s eyes, breath hitching in shallow gasps. “Fuck me!” he demanded. “Fuck me now!”
Colin gripped Joshua’s shoulders and spun him on the bed; his hands slid down his husband’s body and hooked under his knees, lifting his legs until they rested upon his broad shoulders. After smearing them both with the slippery lubricant, he bent over Joshua, lacing their hands together on either side of Joshua’s head, smiling as he looked into the deep brown of his eyes.
“Fuck you, huh?” Colin taunted, his voice a guttural grate in his throat.
Joshua wrenched his hand free and pulled Colin’s lips to his in a kiss so hard and demanding that Colin’s teeth dug into his mouth. “Now!” Joshua demanded, fumbling between their legs to guide Colin’s erection into his waiting body. “Now, Colin!”
Colin’s teeth bit down the edge of Joshua’s jawline qas he joined his body with Joshua’s. “Yes,” hissed out, his tongue caressing Joshua’s face, then his ear, nudging himself ever deeper, pushing into the hot core, to the very center of Joshua’s body, feeling himself sinking into the ecstasy of their unity. He loved this moment more than any other. More than release. More than the ecstasy of orgasm. This moment when he lost any sense of himself as a separate being and surrendered himself to the joy of becoming one with the man he loved.
Eyes closed in rapture, he pressed deeper, feeling Joshua’s arms and legs tighten around him, hearing him moan out choking, incoherent cries of raw pleasure, not even conscious of himself. This was the music that touched Colin’s soul. This song of their love and their joining. A tangible, audible recognition of their unity.
He choked out a sob as he spasmed in pulsing waves of pleasure, almost sad that this moment had come, reluctant to leave their shared rapture behind, then felt Joshua’s body quake against his, loving the hot pulse of his climax against Colin’s belly and chest.
He gasped again, as jolt after jolt of pleasure flamed through every atom in his body. His wet face pressed against Joshua’s equally damp neck, letting his tongue drag along Joshua’s throat, tasting the salt of his sweat.
“Colin,” Joshua panted, his fingers fisting in Colin’s hair, his legs slowly relaxing their grip on Colin’s body. “My god, baby...” Joshua wheezed out, then could say no more, still struggling to fill his lungs as his body quivered with pleasure.
“Yeah,” Colin whispered. “I know, my sweet love. Iknow.” He lifted his head and pressed a soft kiss to Joshua’s lips before falling to his back, feeling himself shiver as the cooler room air touched his sweat-damp body.
For several minutes neither of them spoke, then Colin turned to his side, leaning on one elbow as he gazed down at his husband.
Joshua’s eyes were closed. His body was sprawled in a languid heap, the back of one hand resting against Colin’s bare stomach as if needing to maintain contact with his husband’s skin. His breath still wavered in his chest but was slower now, and as Colin watched, his eyelids fluttered and slowly opened. His beauty in that moment wrenched a soft cry from Colin’s throat.
Hearing him, Joshua turned his head and when his gaze met Colin’s, his eyes slanted with an expression of pure joy. He stretched out his hand to touch Colin’s cheek, and his face glowed with a smile of such sweet adoration that Colin’s own eyes filled with scalding hot tears. “You are my whole life,” Colin whispered, bending to kiss Joshua’s brow. “I belong to you in ways I never dreamt existed. To the marrow of my bones and the deepest part of my soul, I’m yours.” He bent and kissed Joshua’s lips. “Yours.”
“Just as I’m yours, my beloved,” Joshua whispered. His fingers moved across Colin’s brow, scattering the sandy curls that drifted there. “You don’t ever doubt that, do you?”
