Their gazes met and held. Moving forward an inch would put the wet press of the man’s grin against Killy’s. Full lips. Inviting mouth. And inside, the hot slide of tongue to dance with Killy’s own. Fuck, he wanted it. Ached for it. Tex turned his head. Killy’s mouth landed on a beard-roughened cheek.
What the fuck? Killy didn’t kiss, and twice now he’d wanted to. More than wanted to.
If he dropped his guard, gave in to temptation once, a single kiss might escalate into a primal, insatiable thing that curled his toes and consumed him completely. The last thing he needed was more memories dogging his heels cross-country. He had enough of those already.
No kissing. No matter that right now Killy would kill or die to plunder Tex’s mouth.
Sex. Something Killy understood. He nipped Tex’s earlobe as a poor substitute, and thrust against the man beneath him.
Losing his reserved streak in the breathless heat of the moment, Tex ran his hands over the expanse of Killian’s back before grabbing a double handful of ass and pulling them closer together. Hot damn! Forceful! Nice!
Tex scraped his teeth lightly over Killy’s neck, worrying the spot just beneath his left ear. Warm breath heated Killy’s lobe and a rough hand encased their cocks, frantically working both. “Just let go, take the edge off. We’ve got all day.” Ah, but the man’s voice could warm up a Minnesota winter.
Taking the edge off sounded good. And all day sounded even better. But…Wait a damn minute! All day? What happened to “fuck and leave”? Oh, yeah. Tex happened. Time enough to worry about later…well, later. Killian shoved into Tex’s hand. All day sounded real good right now.
All day?He focused on the heat in Tex’s eyes, the firm grip of the man’s hand.I want to stay all day?Fuck yeah!Oh, fuck! No time to puzzle out what any of this meant. Lightning struck deep within, faster than a bronc out of the gate. “Ahhhh…” he groaned. Tex stiffened against him, muscles spasming. Pre-cum slicked things up, Tex’s hand sliding more easily along their lengths, hurling them both over the edge. Killian rode out wave after wave of shuddering ecstasy. A moan from Tex said he’d come along for the ride.
Finally spent, Killy collapsed beside his bedmate, panting through the aftershocks, heart thudding wildly in his chest.
They lay on their backs on the sweat-soaked sheets, saying nothing, Tex resting a hand on Killy’s thigh. That wasn’t too bad. Killy reached over to lay his hand on Tex. Touching wasn’t as dangerous as kissing, was it? Despite still recovering from one serious orgasm, neither completely lost their erections and they fully revived in no time.
Tex moved his fingers, his slight touches growing demanding, sexual, and he flipped over onto his stomach, jerked a pillow beneath his hips, and offered his ass up like a gift. He reached under the edge of the bed and retrieved a half-full bottle of lube and a battered box of condoms. Maybe he’d been toting them around awhile. Did that mean lots of jacking off and no real sex in this man’s recent past? Better make up for lost time.
Killy lubed a finger and worked Tex’s hole. Tex pushed back against him with a whimper. It’d been far too long since Killy’d buried himself to the balls in an eager body.
Soon one finger became two, Tex opening up to the invasion, spreading wide in silent invitation. Killy added more lube. Why did he bother? Why go slow? Normally, Tex would be fucked and forgotten by now.
Not going there. Too much thinking.Shut up and fuck.Killy sheathed his flesh in latex and pressed the tip to Tex’s entrance. He gripped the man’s broad shoulders and slowly eased in. “Damn, you feel good,” he breathed out on a slow exhale.
Tex hissed between his teeth.
“Need me to stop?”Please say no, please say no.
In answer, Tex lurched back, hard. Killy rammed in to the hilt, in one long, slick move.
“Oh fuck!” He squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Tex’s hot channel gripped him like a tight fist.
“Yeah. And put your back into it, why don’t ya?”
A man after Killy’s own heart. Advance, retreat, advance, retreat. Flesh smacked flesh, the headboard beating a sharprap, rap, rap, against the wall. Sex and Tex’s cologne filled Killy’s senses, and he angled his strokes, growing closer and not wanting to shortchange his partner. Huh? Since when did he care if the guy he plowed enjoyed the plowing or not?
Their rhythm faltered until Tex restored the tempo, slamming his ass against Killy’s groin in a frantic one-two beat. “I’m close, so close,” he mumbled against the mattress. He wormed a hand under his body. A litany of curses echoed through the room.
Husky groans mingled as Killy drove in all the way, knocking Tex off the pillow. Tex didn’t seem to notice, too busy frantically stroking himself.
Killy came with a strangled cry, filling the rubber in hard pulses. Damn! Wave after wave crashed over him. Tex went rigid beneath him, his litany of “Fuck!” and “damn!” muffled by a pillow.
Falling to the side, chest heaving, Killy sucked in air to catch his breath. Damn, that was… Damn. Just damn. Tex rolled over to face him, hardly winded. He studied Killian’s face. “Need a beer now?”
The power of speech having fled, Killy managed a nod. Tex peeled the condom off him and disappeared from the room. A flush and running water through thin walls marked his whereabouts.
In that moment, Killian wanted a kiss more than anything.
15
Mike returned with two beers to find Killian sleeping in his bed.
Killian Desmond. In. His. Bed.
