“Going to,” Javi said.
He slid his hand free.Cloister’s body cramped around the absence, a quick, expectant ache, and then he felt Javi’s cock nudge into the crack of his ass.Javi rocked his hips in a slow tease of a thrust, the hard length of him sliding between Cloister’s cheeks.He wrapped his arm around Cloister’s waist, hand splayed flat against his stomach.
Cloister braced himself against the window and shifted his feet for balance.He knew what Javi wanted, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek as he tried to resist the urge to give it to him.It didn’t work.It never did.
“Please?”he groaned.
Javi made a pleased sound and kissed the nape of Cloister’s neck.
“Was that so hard?”
He pulled back slightly to adjust, and the head of his cock nudged against Cloister’s ass.Cloister breathed in, his lungs filled with ginger and Javi, as he felt his body stretch around it.Heat flushed through his stomach, and the dull ache of it throbbed hot and pleasurable at the base of his spine.His palm left sweat prints on the glass as he braced himself.
Javi murmured something against his shoulder as he worked himself inside Cloister with slow, measured thrusts.Pleasure and frustration twitched through Cloister in equal measure, tensing his muscles.He rocked his hips back to meet Javi’s thrusts, ass spreading around the thickness of Javi’s cock as he twisted his fist roughly down his own shaft.The knot of heat and lust in his gut twisted tighter, aftershocks of pleasure zapping down his skin and twitching through his balls.
One last thrust buried Javi inside him, lean, muscled thighs pressed against each other.Javi paused for a second, his body strung wire-taut against Cloister’s back; then he pulled out slowly, taking an almost painful amount of time, and Cloister felt the hollow ache of absence cramp in his guts.
He groaned in protest.Javi reached up and tangled his fingers in his hair to pull his head back, throat pulled tight and long.There was a pause as Javi admired the scene, in flesh and reflection, then scuffed a kiss over Cloister’s mouth and thrust back into him.
“I like your hair longer,” he panted raggedly into Cloister’s ear.
Cloister tried to chase Javi’s mouth, but only caught the hinge of his jaw.“Shame the sheriff’s department doesn’t agree.”
Javi snorted his opinion of the sheriff’s dress code and buried his face in the crook of Cloister’s neck.His breath was warm and sweaty against Cloister’s skin, fast and ragged as the thrusts that shoved him against the glass.Cloister straightened his arm to steady himself, muscles outlined in strained lines under freckled skin, and dragged his hand roughly along his cock in time.
Heat built under his skin, the knot of muscle-melting pleasure deep in his stomach racked tight enough it tickled on the edge of pain.His legs trembled under him as his thighs trembled and his breath got tight.
Javi rubbed his face against him like a cat, the stubble on his jaw just dense enough to scrape, as he buried himself in his ass.His hand slid from Cloister’s hair and moved to his throat, thumb just under the hinge of his jaw.
Cloister rocked his hips back to meet each thrust, sweat-slick flesh sliding against each other.His breathing turned ragged as he felt himself slip closer to the edge, and he twisted his fist roughly along the length of his shaft.Before he could get himself off, Javi reached down and pulled his hand away.
The noise that escaped Cloister’s throat in protest wasnotdignified.It made Javi laugh at him, warm and familiar, as he tightened his grip on Cloister’s wrist.
“Trust me?”he asked.
“Yes.”
The answer was easy.Cloister didn’t need any time to think about it.He felt Javi’s pace falter briefly and then a softer kiss against his throat.Javi let go of his wrist and reached down to wrap his own hand around Cloister’s cock.His palm was softer, trigger calluses on his fingers instead of rope on his palms, but by this point familiar.
Cloister braced both forearms on the window and let Javi take over.Come and lube slicked the length of his cock as Javi pumped his hand along it.It smeared over his stomach and splattered the window.When he came, it was between Javi’s fingers, and Javi casually smeared it up his stomach as he wrapped an arm around Cloister’s waist to steady him.
Aftershocks of pleasure prickled under Cloister’s skin, almost to the point where it hurt, as Javi thrust into him again.He felt Javi’s hand tighten on his hip, hard enough to bruise, and then make a thick, strangled sound in the back of his throat as he came.
Cloister felt the warm spill inside him, and then they both slid down the window onto the floor.They squirmed around, sticky and sweaty and naked, until Cloister was leaning against the window and Javi was sprawled back against his chest.Javi rested his head back on Cloister’s shoulder and his hand along the inside of Cloister’s thigh, from groin to knee, in a lazy caress.
It felt…not simple.Neither of them were wired for simple.Steady, maybe, and it was that.It was thestillthat Cloister leaned into.After days of aggressively ignoring the emotional shrapnel clattering around his head because there were other things that mattered more, it was just quiet for once.
“Tomorrow—” Javi risked that stillness as he spoke.
Cloister interrupted him.“It can waituntiltomorrow,” he said, and pressed a kiss to Javi’s damp temple.“Let’s go to bed.”
It felt like Javi was going to argue with that.Cloister braced himself for it.Instead, Javi used Cloister’s crooked knee to push himself up, crumpled shirt sweat-glued to his body, and offered Cloister a hand to do the same.
“I did promise a night’s sleep,” he said as he tangled his fingers through Cloister’s.“But we should get our food first.”
Sweatybodysprawledouton expensive sheets, Cloister idly traced his finger down Javi’s back from nape to the dip of his ass.He’d beengoingto say it.The words had been on the tip of his tongue, and then the back of his throat.
What if he’d got it wrong?What if it had just been sex?Or affection.
