He wasn’t imagining it. There was something between them, something that they were both afraid of. He could feel it in the space between their bodies, in every touch, in the gentle circles Rusty was rubbing into his shoulder.
Something more than a short fling. Something bigger.
Blake was so thrilled they’d found each other again, and right now he didn’t care what the future held. He wanted to be with Rusty, right here and now, and everyone and everything else could go to hell.
“Feels good,” Blake murmured as Rusty broke off, panting for breath beside his ear. “You feel good.”
“So do you,” Rusty said, more a breath than a whisper, his voice broken.
Blake moved his legs, hooking his knees over Rusty’s shoulders, pulling him in close. Keeping him here, where he could hear Rusty’s heart beating, feel his breath against his neck, breathe in the cologne that he was quickly getting addicted to the scent of.
Every thrust was hitting him deep in the pit of his stomach, a tight ball of arousal growing there, threatening to burst at any moment. Blake didn’t want this to be over so soon, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off for long.
Before he could say anything, Rusty moved the hand on Blake’s shoulder to his cock, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing firmly, pressing his thumb into the sensitive underside, catching the spot where the shaft met the head, spreading precome down the length.
Rusty had let him get himself off before. This was new, too, but it was good. Everything about this wasbetterthan last time.
“Close,” Blake gritted out, hoping the warning was enough for Rusty. He screwed his eyes shut, his head spinning as Rusty rocked him back and forth, the whole bed shaking under them, the sound of the mattress springs filling Blake’s ears, driving out all other thoughts.
“I got you,” Rusty murmured, his rhythm faltering as his hips jerked against Blake, hard, sharp thrusts that made the headboard bang against the wall, made Blake gasp and moan with every stroke of Rusty’s cock.
Blake bit down on his lip, feeling his balls tighten, the familiar tightness at the base of his spine that told him he was about to come.
Rusty groaned a deep, heartfelt groan, his hips jerking erratically, his cock slamming as far into Blake’s body as it could go. Blake’s back arched off the bed, Rusty’s orgasm setting him off, a wave of pleasure sweeping its way through his body, wringing him out as it went.
He could feel himself coming all over Rusty’s hand, all over both of their stomachs, tiny, needy sounds escaping him as he rocked his hips up against Rusty, looking for every little bit of friction he could get as the room spun around him and he came in what felt like endless spurts, his thighs tensing up to pull Rusty’s body closer to his own.
Blood rushed in his ears, the relentless pounding of his own heart almost painful in his chest, his lungs burning for air.
He winced as Rusty pulled out, so used to having him inside his body that his absence felt strange. He’d been there before.
Rusty just seemed tofit, in a way no one else ever quite had. Blake had almost convinced himself it was his imagination, but he knew better, now.
Sex with Rusty just feltgood, in a way that sex with anyone else rarely did. And it had been spontaneous, and effortless, and still amazing.
They justgoteach other.
The whole mattress shook as Rusty collapsed beside Blake, spreading himself out in what little space there was. The bed wasn’t really big enough for two grown men to spread out on, even if Blake hadn’t been lying right in the middle of it.
He was too spent to scoot over, but he promised himself that he would once he regained control of his limbs.
Beside him, Rusty sighed a deep, satisfied sigh that set off a tiny spark of arousal. There was no way Blake could go again without a full night’s sleep, but it was a nice feeling all the same.
“Everyone definitely heard that,” Rusty drawled after a moment. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Blake said. “They’ll be convinced we’re married now.”
Rusty snorted. “We are married.”
“Yeah, well… they’ll be convinced that we’ve known that for more than a few days.”
“I really didn’t know,” Rusty said. “It was all to get into your pants.”
Blake laughed at that. Maybe he should have been mad, but he wasn’t.
He was too high on the feeling of having sex with Rusty again to be mad about anything right now.
“I figured. I was kind of a sure thing anyway, but it was a sweet gesture. You treated me right on your journey into my pants. That means something to me.”
