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“Wait, lemme do the condom,” he objects, and I give him enough space to get it off of his cock. Then I grab it, tie it off, and toss it vaguely in the trash’s direction. It misses. Neither of us moves to fix that.

He huffs a laugh but settles into me, curling onto my chest, legs tangling between mine, his fingers spreading through the light fur on my chest as I rub circles up his spine, up onto his head, through the spikes of his mohawk and back down again. He shivers against me.

“Cold?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“Okay?” I ask, and he nods his head.

His heart is still slamming against my ribs, fast and hard. I count it down without meaning to, the way I used to count breaths on watch, and feel it slow, beat by beat.

I grab his chin and gently turn his face up to mine, pressing my lips to his deeply until he opens for me. I slant over his mouth, tracing his tongue with mine, then his lips. My fingers trace over his jaw, then I pull back.

“Need to know if you need something, anything, right now. Because you were glorious.”

He shakes his head and snuggles tighter into my chest, rubbing his nose into my pecs.

“Just this. Tight.”

I wrap around him. This I can do. I pull the comforter over us and fold every limb I have around him until there’s no room left between us for the cold, or the city, or doubt. His breathing starts to slow against my ribs.

Tight.

20

ADRIAN

Mmm, so warm. And tight. His scent is in my nose and his heartbeat is in my ear, and I’m just going to lie here and float for a while. My cheek is mashed against his chest, his arm heavy around my waist, and I have never felt so cherished and fucking wanted in my entire damned life.

Awareness slowly returns, and I open my eyes to a room that has floor-to-ceiling windows revealing a bright sunrise. The sheets smell like clean cotton and him. I watch the light spill over the Front Range, the highest peaks first, then the foothills, shadows shrinking back into the valleys as the sun climbs, the whole city turning slowly from gray to gold.

I turn my eyes up and meet smiling, soft brown eyes, full of something I will not try to name before caffeine. A kiss on my forehead.

“Coffee?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“Don’t leave yet,” I mumble against him.

“Okay,” he replies, tightening around me.

He doesn’t so much as breathe too deeply after that. Just lays there, arm around me and holds me. As if he knows. Knows I could fall apart if he lets me go. And he won’t. He doesn’t. I could. Just fly apart. Just splinter and detonate and run far the fuck away.

This could be terrifying. But he’s right here. Heartbeat in my ear, biceps around my back, forearm anchoring me down, big hand heavy on my waist. I press my nose into his chest again and just breathe. A kiss on my head. Right at the top of my head, burying his lips in my hawk. I push my hard-on into his thigh just to feel the pressure.

Fingers at my chin, tilting my face to his, he presses his mouth to mine, rolling me onto my back. Kisses down my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. Sucking one nipple then the other, and I squirm, thrusting my cock against his stomach. More kisses down my torso, over my phoenix.

Down until his mouth sucks my cock in, down into his throat, gagging slightly, then pulling back to suck me down again. Less gagging, then finally slipping me into his throat. His hand on my ass, encouraging me to thrust into his mouth, to pump myself down his throat, over and over. He comes up for air, then I’m engulfed again and my hands fist in his hair, holding him where I need him. He hums his approval, and I’m pumping up into his mouth, into his throat and… there… there it is. I arch up and I’m cumming and he swallows it all, slurping me down, holding me in his mouth until my shudders stop. I hold his head there a while longer, not wanting to let the cold air touch my cock just yet. Warm and wet and… safe.

When I release him, he kisses his way back up my body and pulls me against him again, my ear on his chest, legs tangling with mine, wrapped tight in powerful arms. Touching as much as two people can touch without being inside him.

And I drift again, the sun warm on my back, the city humming somewhere far below.

Sunlight pours across the kitchen, and the whole apartment smells like bacon. I lean against the counter in a pair of his sweatpants, rolled twice at the waist, and watch him work barefoot at the stove, completely at home in his own space. The tile is cold under my feet, and the coffeemaker is gurgling somewhere behind him.

“So, for someone who’s never sucked cock until yesterday, you did okay.”

He full out laughs, pulling bacon from the oven and flipping them over in a quick motion, then shoving them back in. The smell of it makes my stomach growl.

“Just okay, huh? Need more practice?” he grins, then circles the kitchen’s center aisle, pinning me against the counter. His mouth is hard and teasing on mine. “Any time, baby. Just drop ’em and I’m on it. Practice, practice, practice.” He grins, tugging the top of my sweatpants.