Boyd squinted at him for a second and then propped himself up on his elbows. He was all hard muscle and long bones, but he hadn’t worked as hard on the look of it as Morgan had. There was a crease of soft skin over his stomach as he half sat up, and it made Morgan want to shove him back down into the mattress.
“I love you,” he said.
“Halfway,” Morgan said, just to remind himself it still stung.
Boyd screwed up his nose at him. “Since when do I do anything halfway?” he asked. “And you care about me. What other reason to do I need to trust you?”
He shrugged and grinned like the naked idiot he was. Morgan sighed and leaned in to kiss him, one hand cupped around Boyd’s jaw.
“You’re so fucking gullible,” he muttered as he lifted his head slightly, just enough that he could still steal kisses between words. “You’re lucky that I love you.”
Boyd braced a hand against his chest to push him back. “Yeah?” he asked uncertainly as he searched Morgan’s face. “I mean—”
“I love you,” Morgan repeated. The words felt like stones in his throat, they were so unwilling to come out. He’d never said it to anyone before, not really.I love your cockandI love it when you do thatdidn’t count, even if they placated the dumber men he’d fucked. The sound of it, out loud and from his mouth, made him want to crawl off the bed and go find something to punch. But it was true, and when would he get the chance to say it again? “But I don’t think it changes anything.”
Boyd stared at him for a second and then smiled slowly. “It did,” he said as he pulled Morgan down onto the bed. “You did.”
It was all eager hands and impatience. Fine, dark body hair matted under Morgan’s mouth as he sucked on light-brown nipples, hard under the scrape of his teeth and flick of his tongue, and ran his hand up Boyd’s thigh. Boyd grabbed Morgan’s ass and pulled him closer. Their cocks pressed together between their sticky stomachs as they ground against each other.
Morgan dragged himself away long enough to pull on the condom and slick his cock with lube. He flipped Boyd over onto his stomach and ran his slippery hands up the backs of his thighs to the firm curve of his backside. Boyd rubbed his cock against the tangled sheets as Morgan worked lube into his ass with thumb and fingers. He groaned halfheartedly when Morgan pulled him up onto his knees, but he didn’t argue either. Instead he braced his elbows on the bed, back hollowed out in a long, clean curve of muscle and smooth skin.
“Your next boyfriend?” Morgan said as he wrapped his hand around Boyd’s hip. He rubbed his thumb along the slippery crease of Boyd’s ass and to the small of his back. “When you fuck him, remember this.”
Morgan pressed his sheathed cock against Boyd’s lube-slick asshole as Boyd spluttered a startled laugh that turned into a gasp as he stretched to accommodate the width of Morgan’s cock He was tight and hot as Morgan worked his way into him with slow, steady thrusts. The long muscles in Boyd’s back tightened, and he flexed his fingers in the rumpled sheets as he pushed back into Morgan.
“God,” Boyd gasped. He shifted his knees on the bed and braced one hand in front of him on the headboard. He curled his fingers into the carved gaps in the wood. Five days in Boyd’s bed, and Morgan was already going to miss that headboard. It wasn’t the only thing, but it was the one that didn’t make him ache. “Why do I love you again?”
Morgan buried himself inside Boyd with one hard stroke that jarred Boyd forward against the bed. Pleasure squeezed back down his cock and into his balls, a hot weight that pulled at his stomach and spread heat down his thighs.
“You make bad choices,” he said as Boyd gasped and trembled under him.
Boyd glanced back over his shoulder, and a smile hitched the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know,” he said raggedly. “Seems pretty good right now.”
He pushed his hips back to meet Morgan’s thrusts so that Morgan’s cock was buried deeper inside him. Morgan swore under his breath and chewed the inside of his lip as he hung on to control. He wanted to fuck Boyd into the mattress, rough and thorough, but he wanted it to last all night too.
For what was left of the night.
Morgan stretched himself over Boyd’s back. He licked a kiss over the back of Boyd’s neck, along the bony jut of the spine under his skin. He hooked one arm over Boyd’s shoulder, his hand anchored against the shelf of bone and muscle and reached down to wrap his other hand around Boyd’s cock. It twitched eagerly as Morgan squeezed his fingers around the base and then stroked up to the tip.
“God,” Boyd gasped as he went still, caught between the hand on his cock and the cock in his ass. He dropped his head down between his shoulders, dark hair matted with sweat, and he trembled as Morgan fucked him. “That’s…. Morgan, I can’t—”
Morgan ignored the halfhearted plea for… something… and tightened his grip. He rubbed his thumb along the heavy vein that traced the underside of Boyd’s cock and felt the pulse of orgasm before the come splattered over his fingers.
Morgan smeared the sticky spill of it back along Boyd’s cock and down over his balls, his fingers rough as he milked the last drop of pleasure out of him. It was his. He wasn’t going to leave it for someone else to use. Although—as Boyd shuddered and begged under him—he knew that didn’t make a lot of sense. It didn’t matter.
The brace of Boyd’s arm finally gave way, and he collapsed, boneless and sated, onto the mess they’d made of the bed. Morgan, still buried inside him, went down with him. He pressed his face against Boyd’s neck for a second, breathed him in now that sweat had outpaced the smoke on his skin. After a moment he rolled over onto the pillows and reached down to strip off his condom. He tossed it and then curled his hand around the base of his cock, the pulse of blood hard against his fingers.
He didn’task, but he did wait for Boyd to crawl down the bed and pull Morgan’s hand away from his cock. He laced his long fingers through Morgan’s, work callused and Band-Aids still patched over the palms, as Morgan spread his thighs to make room for Boyd’s shoulders.
The old, itchy discomfort was still there, under his shoulder blades and behind his knees, but he liked to watch Boyd—the breadth of his shoulders and the way his muscles moved under his skin as he curled his arm under Morgan’s ass, his scrape of dark stubble against Morgan’s thighs and the underside of his cock as Boyd tongued wet, openmouthed kisses from balls to head.
Muscles twitched down the back of Morgan’s thighs in reaction as Boyd lapped a drop of come from the head of his cock. He tucked one arm behind his head, twisted his fingers roughly in his hair, and watched as Boyd took him in his mouth. His balls felt heavy, the need to come cramped in his thighs and between his ass as Boyd pushed his tongue up against the underside of his cock. As Boyd lifted his head, Morgan’s cock slid wet and shining from between his lips and then disappeared as he took the length of back into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Morgan groaned as he dropped his head back against the pillows, his eyes screwed shut, and came in the back of Boyd’s throat. He felt Boyd work his tongue and mouth around him as he swallowed and then let Morgan’s softened cock slip free to lie against his stomach.
Morgan kept his eyes closed as he felt Boyd shift from between his legs and flop onto his back next to him on the bed. Their hands were still tangled together, and Boyd’s arm was folded over his chest. Morgan rubbed his thumb over the thin skin on the inside of Boyd’s wrist and then lifted it to his mouth. He let his lips linger on the scuffed knuckles.
“Do you think you’ll ever find him? The real Sammy?”
