Colin took the lubricant and bent to claim Joshua’s mouth again. He felt Joshua move as if to turn over and grabbed his arm, preventing him. “No,” Colin whispered. “No, don’t. I want to see your eyes.”
He covered the hardness of his arousal in the slippery substance, feeling the trembling in his fingers as they slid over Joshua’s body, hearing that same trembling in the breathless, urgent gasp of his husband’s breath. “God, Josh,” he moaned, barely able to control the desire that ached and throbbed within him, yearning to plunge himself into his husband, claiming him, taking ownership of every part of him.
“Slow, baby,” Joshua whispered, his voice husky with need. “Go slow, my love.”
Joshua’s voice flowed over him like a physical touch. Then, feeling drugged by his desire, he took a quick breath and eased himself into his husband’s body, stopping when Joshua cried out.
“Oh my god, Colin,wait,” he whispered, his fingers digging into Colin’s arms. “Stop.”
Startled, Colin froze and leaned back to stare into Joshua’s wide-open eyes. “Did Ihurtyou?”
“Oh, god,no!” Joshua whispered, his voice a desperate croak in the darkened room. “Wait… wait. It just feels so damnedgoodwhen you first—” His head arched back, and his eyes floated closed. His breath was a hitching gasp in his chest. “Wait,” he whispered. “Don’t move yet. Let me feel you… Oh my god… feel you inside me. Part of me.”
Colin bowed his head, blinded by tears. His desperate desire gave way to a sudden rush of love so overwhelming that it constricted his chest in a sob. He felt Joshua’s grip on his arms ease and heard his gasping whisper. “Now…now, my darling.”
He inched deeper, feeling Joshua’s body clench around him, enveloping him in softness and heat. “So good,” Joshua whispered repeatedly, his voice mindless, lost in desire, then lifting into a cry as Colin thrust deeper within him.
“Jesus," Colin gasped. The sensation of being inside Joshua’s body was the most potent feeling Colin had ever experienced. The chemistry between them was so rich, so electric, that their intimacy kept him constantly on the edge of release. Pulsating waves of desire ripped through him as he fought not to climax before his husband fully experienced the pleasure of their joining.
He glided upward, whimpering with every breath. "Oh, god. So hot! So tight!"
He could feel Joshua’s fingers digging into his back. “Do it!” Joshua begged, his voice a rasp in his throat. "I want to feel you! I want to feel you come inside me!"
Colin pressed himself as deeply as he could into his lover's body, filling him as he thrust again and again. He saw Joshua’s eyes roll back as his hand fumbled for his groin, but Colin moved his hand away and grasped Joshua’s hardness in his fist. He pumped it in perfect rhythm with the movement of his hips and watched as his husband’s eyes grew dark with desire.
"God!" Joshua choked out. "I'm coming!"
The sight of Joshua’s face as he lost himself in the ecstasy of his climax stripped away the last of Colin's restraint. He surrendered to desire, shuddering repeatedly in a rapture so soul-deep that he seemed to lose himself, unconscious of anything outside the two of them and the bliss they shared at this moment.
He felt Joshua’s arms tighten around him. "I feel it," Joshua whispered. "I feel you coming inside me. So sweet, my love. So sweet!”
Colin held Joshua close for many minutes, buried deep inside him as ripples of ecstasy shuddered through his body. “I don’t want to let you go.”
“Don’t,” Joshua murmured. “Please, don’t. Stay."
"I know I’m heavy,” Colin muttered, trying to rise.
But Joshua laughed softly and drew Colin's head back to his shoulder. “That’s what makes it so good,” he murmured. “I love feeling your weight on me. Especially now.” He clasped Colin’s fevered face between his palms. “Now,” he whispered, “when we’re joined. When we’re one.” Their eyes met and locked; the intimacy of their bodies echoed now in the intimacy of their shared gaze. Joshua’s dark eyes were pure and unguarded, utterly open as they stared into his, and Colin lost himself in those eyes, feeling his breath shudder in his chest, feeling their joining in every fiber of his being. “Jesus, Josh,” he whispered. He lowered his head, his breath warm against Joshua’s ear. “That was…”
“Incredible?” Joshua offered.
“A word that tends to get overused in this bedroom,” Colin murmured.
“Amazing?”
“Equally overused.” He raised on one elbow, then bent and pressed his mouth to Joshua’s, his lips soft against his husband’s. “There are no words, Joshua.” He kissed him again. “And there never will be.”
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
POLITICS
Within a week of their dinner with David and Nate, Joshua had put together a pamphlet calledVoices for Veterans, outlining steps a police officer could take to help homeless veterans in crisis. It listed phone numbers for hotlines offering twenty-four hours a day support to troubled veterans and guidelines that, if followed, would place the veteran in a hospital rather than in jail. He asked, cajoled, begged, and pleaded with campus and city police to hand the brochure out during the watch briefing, which happened at the beginning of every shift.
Much depended on the willingness of individual police officers to even read the pamphlet, but within two weeks, David had secured the support of the University of Virginia Board of Visitors, which meant that for UVA campus police, adhering to theVoices for Veteransguidelines in Joshua’s brochure was now mandatory.
“Now we just have to get thecitycops on board,” Joshua complained when David called him with the news.
“Josh? Shut up and take the win.”
