Reid’s breath stutters. “Fuck.”
His hands shake as he curls them back around the headboard. I nuzzle against his neck and kiss his ear. “How do you feel?”
“Green, but if you edge me one more time, it’ll be yellow,” Reid admits with a shake to his voice. Alright. No more edging.
I press against his hole, then thrust inside in one easy glide. Reid cries out and his fingers tighten enough on the headboard to make a few joints pop. This time I pound into him despite the building of my orgasm at the very base of my spine. I’m going to hold off until he comes if it’s the last thing I do. I bury my hand in Reid’s hair and yank his head to the side. His mouth is open as he pants, face flushed from desire, and a single tear slides down his cheek from the overstimulation. Fuck me.
Another tear slides loose when I thrust inside him so deep he might choke. My orgasm rips through me, rough and needy. Reid groans deep in his belly, his head going limp in my hold as he orgasms hands-free. The hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck. Reid’s fingers still grip the headboard tightly, so I lift my hand and rub his wrists until he lets go.
I stay inside him as I maneuver us onto our sides, curling behind him so he’s nestled against me. Tangling our fingers together, I bring our joined hands to his chest. His heart is beating so fast I’m afraid it’ll bust through his rib cage.
“Okay?” I whisper.
Reid snorts. “Shut up, you’re ruining my high.”
Fine. I bury my nose in his hair, letting the scent of his shampoo and cologne wash over me. When my cock softens enough to slip out, I gently roll Reid over to lie on his stomach. He goes easily, no ounce of fight remaining inside him. I stumble to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with warm water, then return to lovingly wipe him down. Reid lets out a little hiss of displeasure as I clean him up, but otherwise stays quiet.
I tug the blankets down on one side of the bed and slide him over so I can cover him up. He slits one eye open as I climb in beside him, tugging him until he’s tucked against my chest.
“You did so good, Reid. You’re perfect.”
Reid shakes his head as much as he can as the sleep starts to consume him. “Not perfect. You’ll get tired of me too. They all do.”
My hand pauses at the top of his spine as I fight the urge to ask him what he means. He’s loose and sleepy in my arms, beyond pliant, and it would be wrong to abuse that to get him to tell me things he never would any other time.
“I played in chess tournaments as a kid,” I say, not knowing what else to do in this off-kilter moment.
Reid hums and snuggles closer. “I can see that. Did you wear glasses? I’d love that.”
“No glasses,” I deny, chuckling when Reid makes an aggrieved sound at the fact.
“I went to coding camp as a teen,” Reid offers up.
“Me too.”
Reid grunts against my chest, delightfully heavy, so perfectly mine at the moment. “In Pasadena?”
My fingers pause their gentle rubbing on the small of his back. Did we go to the same camp? There’s no way. Life isn’tthatfunny.
“Yeah, in Pasadena. I got a scholarship in my teens, something I didn’t even apply for, and spent the two weeks at the camp. I’ve always been kind of a math whiz, but my family didn’t understand it, so I spent more time on athletics to make it easier on them. I wonder if we were there the same year?”
“Hmm maybe. Funny.”
“Yeah, funny.”
“I loved being a kid. My parents were fun. Mason wasfunthen. Life used to be so much fun.”
“And what is it now?” I press.
Reid sniffles. “Sad. I’m so alone.”
“Not anymore, I’m here.”
Reid snuggles somehow closer into me, like he wishes he could blend his small body with mine. I’d take him into my body if I could, to protect him, keep him safe. Something about Reid just feels like… mine.
“Need to brush my teeth,” Reid mumbles, sounding delightfully sleepy.
“You can forget for one night.”
