I was his Shadow, and he was my love.
“Dom,” I moaned. “I need… I need…”
Dominic rose to his knees, his hand going to my cock. “I’ve got you, Shadow.”
It didn’t take more than two strokes before my back was arching. I cried out and ground my hips down.
“Fuck, Shadow.” Dominic’s hips jerked as he came too. “Ohfuck.”
He collapsed on my chest, and my arms and legs encircled him, keeping him in place. Our desperate, ragged breaths filled the air, but I could barely hear them over my pulse racing in my ears.
“Are you okay?”
Dominic’s question was muffled against my chest, making me laugh. “Yeah, love. I’m better than okay. That was everything.”
He kissed my nipple before propping his chin on my breastbone. Right over my heart. The heart he’d invaded without me even realising, claimed it as his own without mercy. “I’m glad. I wanted this to be everything for you.”
“Love—” I started, before realising this wasn’t right. I didn’t want to hint at it, or allude to it. I wanted Dom to know, without a doubt, how I was feeling. “Dom, I love you.”
He gave me that smile then. The one he saved just for me. “I love you too, Shadow.”
26
Ryan
The next day, both Dominic and I were riding the high of the night before. More ‘I love yous’ had been followed by yet more sex.
Dominic wouldn’t fuck me again though. No matter how much I begged and pleaded, he insisted it was too soon. I couldn’t grumble too much, not with how each movement sent an unfamiliar twinge through me.
And it wasn’t like Dominic had left me wanting. He’d gone to his knees for me in the shower. Pinned me up against the wall as we towelled off, jerking us together in one of his big hands until we came over our abs.
Then, after we’d talked through most of the night, we lazily ground together, our lips never parting as we came a final time.
We didn’t sleep, but it was okay. We were young, stupid, and in love. Who needed sleep when we had all of that going for us?
Remembering not to touch him the following day was harder than ever before. We watched various bands with Max and Amy, our shoulders brushing. Occasionally, when we knew they were occupied, we’d catch each other’s fingers and squeeze briefly.
I lived for those moments.
Dom and Max were drinking steadily throughout the day. Amy and I had a few, but didn’t attempt to keep up. Poor Amy would be on the floor. As for me? I didn’t trust myself not to accidentally reveal something I shouldn’t. Staying sober was safer all round.
Unfortunately, I realised too late that it wasn’t my drinking I should have been worried about.
“This has been so much fun,” Dominic shouted, thrusting his pint into the air and causing some of it to spill over the side. “The best weekend ever!”
Max grinned, swinging his arm over Dominic’s shoulder. “And it’s only the beginning. Think of all the adventures we’re going to have.”
I had to turn away, swallowing the bitterness as I did so. It was so easy for Max. He could touch Dominic and nobody would think anything of it. He could talk about their future plans and no one would question it.
But I had to stay silent. I had to keep my hands to myself.
I glanced back as Dominic whooped loudly. He was grinning fiercely at my twin. “Fuck yes. Watch out, world, here we come.”
The bitter taste expanded until nothing else existed.
Amy nudged my arm. “Isn’t their friendship great? I wish I had something like that.”
I forced myself to smile. “You and Maya are close, right?”
