He was already in bed, gray silk sheets pulled up to his waist, lying on his side with his back to him, the curve of his spine a perfect shadow in the dark.
Scar stood at the edge of the bed with his heart in his throat.
“Gage, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice rough with sincerity. “I never meant to…y’know…make you feel like that. Like you couldn’t take care of yourself.”
Gage didn’t speak or move.
“Do you want me to leave?” he asked, hating how vulnerable he sounded.
After what felt like an eternity, Gage’s answer was barely above a whisper. “No. Stay.”
Relief crashed through him, loosening the knot in his chest.
He tossed his towel aside, got in the bed, and eased up behind Gage, careful not to crowd him too fast.
He draped his arm over Gage’s waist and pulled him close, his lithe body fitting perfectly against his chest.
Scar moaned. Gage was so warm from the shower, his skin impossibly soft and smooth.
Gage’s voice was muffled against the pillow. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
He pressed his lips to the nape of Gage’s neck. “Me either.”
Gage turned in his arms. “I just wanna forget about it.”
He kissed Gage’s shoulder, tasting the tenderness of his skin.
Gage’s breath was hot against his throat as he licked him with a slow, tentative swipe of his tongue that sent heat pooling beneath his waist.
“Make me forget.” Gage tilted his hips forward, brushing his soft cock against his thigh.
He nodded and whispered. “Anything you want, handsome.”
Gage’s hand found his jaw and guided their mouths together.
The kiss started gently, soft and exploratory, a sweet touch that intensified when their tongues met. A slow simmer until it became a full-on fire.
Scar groaned into it, the sound vibrating between them. Gage moaned back, raw and needy.
His cock thickened against Gage’s the more he moaned into his mouth.
He rolled onto his back, pulling Gage with him until he was straddling his hips. Gage settled all his weight on him, light but consuming, and full of quiet strength, as he began to grind against him.
“Touch me, everywhere,” Gage begged, rolling his hips, sparking friction.
He knew what Gage was asking.
He wanted the violation of Adrian’s hands erased and overwritten with his touch.
“I love you,” he whispered fiercely into Gage’s ear before he sucked the pulse throbbing on the side of his neck, drawing a choked gasp from him.
He slid his hands down Gage’s back, careful of the scratches, before trailing lower.
He squeezed his ass cheeks, massaging the firm muscles, kneading deep to pull louder moans from Gage’s throat.
Their dicks were hard now, rigid and leaking against each other. Scar aligned them as they ground together, the languid slide of skin on skin already becoming too much.
He gripped Gage’s hips, guiding the motion, showing him how it’s done.
