Page 52 of Survival Game

“When he died, I resented that I’d lived and he hadn’t. Aaron calls it survivor’s guilt. He says it’s common enough.” Eric traced circles on Kyle’s palm. “Being in my current job doesn’t help when I lose a patient. It’s been worrying me a lot lately.”

Kyle nodded. “I’ve read about that.” He wrinkled his nose as he thought about the two of them. “I suppose you and I have that in common. We both survived something traumatic, although you lost someone dear to you and I didn’t.”

Eric chuckled weakly. “This isn’t a competition, babe. When I think of the guy that hurt you that way, used you like a punching bag, did other foul things to you, I want to beat his lights out.” He stopped and raised Kyle’s hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on his skin. “We both suffered, just in different ways.”

Then bright green eyes looked into Kyle’s. “So, I’m seeing my therapist again,” Eric muttered. “She’s helping me with some stuff.”

Kyle wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. “That’s good. I don’t want to detract from your story, but”—he hesitated—“I am too. I finally caved in and am seeing someone about what happened to me in Vegas. Luce will be thrilled.” He shrugged. “I understand what you’re going through is what I’m trying to say.”

Eric’s eyes widened. “Wow, look at us. We’re a truly modern couple, both in therapy and talking about our issues.”

Kyle cleared his throat, not quite knowing how to phrase his next words. “Is this therapy bringing out old feelings? Are you, like…” he stuttered, “…discovering you still have unresolved feelings, anything I need to know about?”

“Are you asking me if I still love Lincoln?” Eric leaned forward and ran his finger along Kyle’s bottom lip. “I’ll always love him in my own way, in here.” He touched his chest, and Kyle’s throat went dry. “But he’s not around now. I have plenty of room in my heart for someone else to love, and you fit perfectly. Like you were made for me.”

Kyle’s stomach fluttered and his body tingled as Eric face split into the most genuine smile Kyle had seen all day.

“Now kiss me, please. You have this habit of making me feel like nothing else matters. I need some of your Kyle magic right now.”

The kiss that followed was like no other kiss Kyle had experienced. Eric’s lips were a mix of salt and sweet, his hands clutching tightly to the back of Kyle’s head, holding him there. Poignant and sweet, he didn’t want to let go.

Being needed this way was a heady euphoria, and when the kiss changed from soft and subtle to deep, wet necessity, where tongues duelled and lips bit, there was no going back.

Standing as if they were one, the kiss went from one of support and compassion to a place where there were only two naked, desperate men, eager to touch and feel each other as if there would be no other chance to do so.

Eric manoeuvred them to the couch, his lips swollen with the force of their kisses, his beautiful body stretched out like a smorgasbord of something Kyle wanted to sample.

“I want you to make love to me,” Eric whispered as he lay down, pulling Kyle on top of him. He opened his legs and beckoned Kyle in. “Need to be as close to you as I can get. You inside me…”

He reached his arms above his head, deliberately teasing Kyle. He resembled an infinitely sexier and debauched image of “Boy on the Bed” by Lucian Freud, another one of Kyle’s favourite works of art.

“Oh, I’m happy to oblige,” he said as he rubbed their cocks together, eliciting an appreciative moan from the man sprawled beneath him. He rummaged around under one of the cushions then produced the lube with a “Ta-dah.” A condom was located too, and in record time, he was suited up and ready to go.

He watched, entranced, as Eric’s fingers circled his own entrance, and couldn’t hold back a moan when Eric plunged a finger inside himself, throat muscles straining.

“God, I could watch you do that all day.” Kyle reached down and covered Eric’s fingers with his own, slicking them with lube. “Now it’s my turn.”

He pushed Eric’s legs up, gaining access to the enticing hole. He slid inside, watching Eric’s mouth opening with a satisfied grunt. Emboldened, he thrust deeper, and this time, Eric groaned loudly and took firm hold of Kyle’s arse, pulling him farther inside.

Heated flesh around Kyle’s cock pulsed and gripped him, and he thought he’d lose his mind being so at one with a man he was falling in love with.

“God, baby, so good,” Eric panted, eyes half shut, as he rutted upwards. “Fuck me harder.”

“I thought we were calling this making love, not fucking,” Kyle teased as he gained momentum and pounded into Eric’s arse.

Eric’s eyes flashed open dangerously. “I don’t care what you want to call it,” he said between gritted teeth. “All I know is that I want to come, and you doing exactly what you’re doing right now is going to make that happen. Now shut the fuck up and get me off.”

Kyle laughed and reached down to claim Eric’s lips. He wasn’t far off his own orgasm and knowing he could make a man come just by being inside him like this gave him a thrill of pride.

The slap of flesh against flesh and the silken slide of their sweat-sheened bodies was all Kyle needed. He came with a startled cry at the unexpected force of it, body tensing and hands gripping Eric’s legs enough to make him growl with pain.

Eric’s own release was impressive. Spurts of his spunk covered them both in sticky residue, the shockwaves of his climax taking hold of his body as he rode out the sensations.

At last, they lay still, supine and stuck together with come.

“That was something,” Eric said drowsily. “You fucked my brains out.”

Kyle smiled, his cheek stuck against his boyfriend’s sticky chest hair. “You’re welcome anytime.”