“Good choice,” Ezra said, bucking his hips against Mike’s. Heat welled up in his gut, need spurring him on, his thighs burning with the urge to buck and thrust against him, hard as he could. The taste of Mike’s skin seemed to burst over his tongue as Ezra sucked his way along his jawline, bright and new and exciting.
Fuck.
He was never going to forget this. No matter how hard he tried.
Which was good, because it could easily have been the only chance he got. But bad for exactly the same reason.
If Mike hadn’t been under his skin and etched into his bones before now, he would be after this. Ezra was famously terrible at letting go. He’d never released a bird without bursting into tears.
He’d already let Mike go once. How the fuck was he supposed to do it a second time?
Suddenly desperate, Ezra fisted his hand in Mike’s hair instead of using it to support his weight, letting himself fall on top of him. He drank in Mike’s winded grunt, sucking on his lips as he joined their hips together, knees scrambling at the edge of the mattress, thighs aching as he struggled to hold himself up.
Mike reeled him in by the hand on his ass, helping him balance, pulling him closer as though this was what he’d been waiting for. For Ezra to letgo, to show that he wanted this, to press up against him and rock into his body, desperate and needy.
Heat seared its way down Ezra’s spin, pooling in his gut, need spurring him on as he bucked his hips into Mike’s. No more patience. No more waiting. He wanted to come, and he wanted to makeMikecome, panting and moaning.
The creaking of the mattress and the sound of harsh breaths filled the room, the occasional needy, broken sound escaping one of them, time falling away and making the minutes feel like hours. All that existed in Ezra’s universe was the taste of Mike’s skin, the heat of his cock, and the urge to come all over him and lay his claim to a little piece of this man who he’d wanted so long, who he finally had. Who was about to come in Ezra’s hand.
“Close,” Mike gritted out, but it was so obvious Ezra didn’t need the warning, his fingers slick with precome, hips rutting harder and faster, chasing the delicious friction, more, harder.
“Anytime,” Ezra murmured, his cheek pressed to Mike’s, the rhythm of their hips and the building wave of pleasure about to crash over him the only things he could focus on right now. His head was spinning, his cock ached, and he was speeding too close to the edge to do anything other than fall right over it.
“Ezra,” Mike gasped, his breath hitching at the end, hips arching up off the bed, threatening to buck Ezra off in his precarious position. Ezra held on to him by his hair, tugging too tight, but apparently that was the right thing to do. Another hitched breath was the last warning Ezra got before he felt the first hot spurt from Mike’s cock, spilling over his fingers as he kept working the two of them together.
Ezra screwed his eyes shut as the pulsing wave finally crashed over him, his jaw clenching at the overwhelming lightning bolt of pleasure that hit at the base of his neck and travelled down like a shockwave, his cock twitching in his hand as he came, making a mess of Mike’s stomach where his sweater had ridden up. Marking him, claiming him, carving out just the smallest spot for himself in Mike’s history of desire.
Damnthat felt good.
In the moments after, all Ezra could do was focus on catching his breath, the enormity of what had just happened finally settling on him.
Mike had just come in his hand.
How often had he wished for that?
Best Christmas giftever.
After a long few minutes, Mike shifted under him, scooting a little way up the bed and pulling Ezra with him. Mike’s hand fell on Ezra’s back, an unsubtle way of stopping him from going anywhere.
Not that Ezrawantedto go anywhere. He could hear Mike’s heartbeat where he was, feel where they were still touching skin-to-skin, spent cocks nestled together, and he was happy never to move again.
Before either of them could speak, the whine of the hinges signaled that the front door was opening.
“Only me,” Ezra’s mom called out to the house in general, her voice muffled but her words more than clear enough.
The spell that had been keeping them both calm and content shattered instantly. Ezra scrambled to roll off Mike, sitting up on the bed, dazed and just a little panicky, wondering how Mike was going to react now.
Would he regret this now that it was over?
Would he come back for more?
“I should get home,” Mike said, his voice sex-rough and gorgeous, and Ezra wanted to kiss him, pin him down to the mattress, strip him off and explore his body until he got hard again.
He’d had a taste now and he wanted so much more. The thought of losing it made his stomach bottom out, guts twisting with anxiety.
What if Mike left and never spoke to him again?
“You need to clean up first,” Ezra said, his mouth and throat working without his brain’s say-so. That sounded like he was kicking Mike out, and that was thelastthing he wanted to do. “But like mom said, you can stay for dinner if you want.”
