‘No?’
‘Thought you’d be allangry, y’know?Up against the wall, hand over my mouth, like that.’
Lachlan wants to say he thought that too, but apparently complex speech requires braincells and they’re too busy dancing.‘Mm.’
‘Can I make you come?’
‘Literally anything,’ he pants, hopes Jules gets the message because if he doesn’t keep his mouth shut, he’s gonna babble all kinds of ridiculous shit, won’t be able to stop it and they have to be alittle bitquiet at least.
Jules’ hand wraps around his cock, perfectgrip that makes such pleasure in Lachlan that it drips molten to pool at the base of his spine, trickling into his navel, and he’s gonna come so,sofucking fast it’ll be mortifying but he can’t help it, he’s so close already, insane, inhuman, it’stoo good,it’s—
It’s like the soft plunge before death so violent you don’t even feel it, pure white silk strangling him.Sensory overwhelm so strong it hits a tonal note he never heard before, makes music and light born of love, new laws form within, never to be broken.The orgasm sucker-punches Lachlan into pureblissso deep it could literally stop his fucking heart, insane,terrible, lovely.
Lachlan knows all the secrets of the universe.
He comes all over Jules’ hand and feels Jules kissing him, saying his name and touching him,lovinghim so well.Lachlan wraps strong arms around Jules and rolls carefully on top, angles the kiss to get in deeper and then settles between Jules’ legs when they open for him.
‘That definitely didn’t happen,’ Lachlan says.
‘I think it did,’ Jules counters, so fucking amused, so smugly happy.‘I think you came in less than five seconds and I’m never gonna let you forget it.’
‘I bet I can make you forget,’ Lachlan purrs as every single thing he’s felt in the last fifteen minutes assimilates perfectly into glass within, shining and perfect, the light can pass through, vividly split.‘Hmm?’
‘You can try,’ Jules whispers, grinning, reaching down to grip Lachlan’s still hard cock, ‘but no force on earth is gonna make me forget that my big, strong bodyguard came thesecondI touched his dick.’
Lachlan bites his neck to make pretty bruises, rolls his hips, wantsso badto fuck his way inside and feel the body he loves stretch around him.
‘I could blackmail you.’
‘You’ll never break me,’ Jules whispers, pressing up against him, reaching clumsily into his bedside drawer.He gives Lachlan the tube of lube.
‘Condoms?’
‘Can we not?I want all your come inside me,’ Jules whines, bratty as fuck when he wants to be and Lachlan chuckles, pops the cap open.
‘Maybe at some point,’ he allows, trying not to think about the fact that he knows with concrete certainty this will happen again.‘But for now—’
‘I want you to come inside me, please.’
‘No.’Lachlan is unbothered by the wheedling, well used to it by now.He rakes around blindly in the drawer, searching for the familiar feel of the packet but he finds something else instead.Fabric that feels familiar.‘What’s this?’
‘Oh—n-nothing,no, that’s—’
The black fabric is screwed up into a ball, unfurls with dense creases.The material is thick with something.Lachlan has to pull back to see it.
It’s an old t-shirt of his, torn to shreds.‘Was this…?
‘No!It’s just...y’know, I use it for cleanup,’ Jules says, trying to grab it.
He’s blushing, embarrassed.
‘It’s mine,’ Lachlan says, ‘isn’t it?From the vents.’
‘Give itback!’Jules grabs it and Lachlan lets him take it back that time, otherwise it’ll rip apart so easily.It’s definitely what he wore that day when he went to get Jules out and got chewed to fuck by his own innovation.
‘Why’d you keep it?’Lachlan asks gentle and curious.
‘Because you bled for me,’ Jules says, frowning.‘It… even though you were mad, it was the nicest thing anyone did for me.’
