Page 120 of Home Ice

Fuck, it’s pretty. My dick surges alive as I run my tongue over the little peak. The way the memory of them used to haunt me while I was falling asleep at night, how I thought I was losing my mind, how I was so sure that my brain had crossed wires instead of embracing the feelings I was having.

I know better now.

And as I circle the soft skin with the tip of my tongue, I’ve never been so grateful for growing up.

Tai grinds his hips up into mine, and I pinch his nipple between my teeth. Hard enough to pull a gasp from him, but I let go right away and lick it to soothe the pain. My brain is already going bubbly from the high of being with him, and I hope this never ends. That every moment we spend together is forever like this.

I can’t get enough.

This time, when he presses against me, I grind down to meet him. Our hard dicks are trapped behind too much material, but the friction is enough to get me leaking. When it comes to Tai, it doesn’t take much to get me going. My body reacts to his scent like coming home, and when I finally release his nipple and my mouth finds his, I let out a sigh that I’ve been holding on to for ten years.

He’s mine.

Tai tugs at the hem of my shirt, and I help him wrestle it over my head. His lips curl into a smile, and mine match. I’ve always found sex fun and enjoyable, but I never knew it could be like this. Like our bodies connect in ways beyond the physical.

The sun’s completely disappeared by the time I reach down and unbutton my shorts to pull myself out before doing the same to him. I need to feel him skin on skin, and when our dicks make contact, it’s heaven.

I groan as I wrap my hand around us both and start to thrust.

“Fuck, Jensen,” Tai murmurs against my lips, bending his knees on either side of my hips to give me more access. He matches my thrusts, clinging to me as desperately as I’m clinging to him, and I really have to make an effort to hold back from coming already.

“You make me too horny,” I complain. “How am I supposed to resist?”

“Don’t. Ever.” His labored breathing hits my mouth. “We’ve held ourselves back for too long already.”

“Never holding back with you again.” And I mean it. It’s why I told him I love him. Why I’m putting my career at risk by asking for a trade. It’s also why I’m working myself into a hot and sweaty mess in a place anyone could stumble across us, with no thoughts of what I’d do if it happened.

All I want is to enjoy my best friend and make us both feel good.

Because right now, chest to chest, jerking us both off, I feel fucking incredible.

My hand speeds up, working us both over, and Tai’s started to leak as much as I am. He’s got an amazing fucking dick, and the feel of his hard shaft filling my palm is pushing me closer to the edge. He’s so sexy. Kissing him is addictive. I could spend every day of the rest of our lives having sex with him and never have enough of the comfort and love and high he fills me with.

“I’m close, Tai.”

“Yeah, me too.” His hands grip my ass. “Come on me.”

My groan is long and filthy as my tongue plunges into his mouth. I swear those are the magic words, and he knows exactly how to play them. I’ve never been a possessive guy, but marking him as mine goes beyond wanting to possess him. It’s more like a reminder that we’re committed to being in this together. Always.

My body is overheating as my balls draw tighter, and I’m so close to the edge I can taste it. That building pressure is almost too much, and I tighten my grip on us as my cock swells with the need to come.

I’m close …

So … close …

“Fuck …” I sigh, forehead meeting his as my orgasm finally crashes into me. I ride the high, vaguely aware of his dick twitching against mine, and the happy calm that washes over me when I finish coming is unlike anything I’ve ever had before.

What we have is one of a kind, and I’ll fight to keep this with my life.

“You’re amazing,” I tell him.

“Funny. I was thinking the same thing.”

I pull back, catching his teasing expression. “About me though, right?”

“Eh, I guess you’re okay too.”

I bury my laugh in his neck, knowing we should probably clean ourselves up but not wanting to move. “Should we risk a quick wash off in the river?”