Page 133 of We Are Just Us

Kieran looked up at him. Water streaming down, plastering Rory’s hair to his forehead. His chest rising and falling. Already half-hard.

“Let go,” Kieran said.

Then he leaned in.

Rory’s reaction was immediate. A sharp inhale. His hand flying to Kieran’s shoulder, gripping hard.

Kieran took his time. Started slow. Teasing the tip, his tongue working in small circles, savoring the familiar taste of him.

Rory’s hips shifted forward. Impatient.

Kieran pulled back. “Easy.”

“Kieran…”

“I said let me do it.”

He took him deeper this time. One hand braced on Rory’s thigh, the other wrapping around the base, stroking in rhythm with his mouth.

Rory groaned, low and rough. The sound echoed off the tile.

Kieran sucked harder. Rory’s hand moved from his shoulder to his hair, fingers threading through.

“Fuck,” Rory breathed.

Kieran picked up the pace. Found the rhythm Rory liked, firm and consistent. Rory’s thigh muscles went taut under his hand.

“Kieran, I’m—” He pulled back from Kieran’s mouth.

“What?”

“I need…” Rory paused, his forehead resting against the wet tile as his breath hitched. “Give me a few minutes. Go wait on the bed.”

Kieran studied the tight line of Rory’s jaw for a second, seeing the deliberate shift in his eyes. Then he nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Take your time.”

Kieran pressed a quick, hot kiss to his shoulder, then stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel, dried off with quick, careless strokes, and padded into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him to trap the warmth.

He sat on the edge of the mattress, then lay back, listening to the distant, rhythmic hum of the pipes. He figured Rory was maybe settling his mind after getting wound up about his age in the driveway.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door clicked open.

Rory stood in the frame, a towel slung low and loose on his hips. Water still dripped from the ends of his hair, running down his chest in slow rivulets. He didn’t come into the room right away. He looked down at Kieran on the sheets, his eyes dark and totally focused. “Kieran,” he finally said, his voice flat and gritty.

Kieran propped himself up on his elbows. “Yeah?”

“Screw relaxing. Please fuck me. Right now.”

Kieran blinked, his brain completely stalling out. “...What?”

“You heard me,” Rory muttered, finally moving out of the doorway. He crossed the bedroom in three heavy, deliberate steps until he was standing right at the edge of the mattress, looking down at him. “You said you wanted to help. So do it. Get inside me and make me stop thinking.”

Kieran stood up so fast his towel hit the floorboards before he even realized he’d dropped it.

For a heartbeat, he stared. This man who spent every hour of his life being the anchor, the boss, the protector, standing by the bed entirely stripped of his armor, ordering Kieran to take him apart.