“Jordan?”
“Yeah. Two camps before the one I’m at now.”
The reality that Jevon’s real life lay far away from his cosy Bedford living room cut Rhys deep, but he pushed it aside. They’d dealt with enough for one day.
“Where did you get your tattoo?”
“Hmm?”
Jevon was slouched on the couch, his glass of rum resting lazily on his belly. Rhys plucked it from his hand and set it aside, and Jevon didn’t protest as he slung a leg over him.
“Your tattoo. I’ve never seen one like it.”
“I got it when I went island hopping around the Pacific about a million years ago. Do you like it?”
“Fuck yeah. I think I dreamed about it a few days ago.”
It was true. Rhys had thought about Jevon in every way imaginable since they’d last been together, though his imagination hadn’t done justice to the sensation of sliding into Jevon’s lap.
Jevon widened his legs, welcoming Rhys, reeling him in. Their first kiss had replayed in Rhys’s mind a thousand times, but it had nothing on the slow, sensual heat that ignited as their lips touched now. Rhys clutched Jevon’s face, his fingers sliding under the black headscarf Jevon wore around his dreads, and kissed him over and over, losing himself in the natural rhythm of Jevon grinding up into him.Oh god, I remember this. The way Jevon’s body had responded so easily to him that it was hard to believe no one had ever touched him this way before. No one before Rhys.God, I want him.
A shudder ran through Rhys. He tightened his thighs around Jevon’s body, like that—likeanything—could tie him down to the world when Jevon’s lips were on his. When Jevon’s tongue was in his mouth. When Jevon moaned so sweetly that Rhys was left dizzy.
Rhys drove his body down, revelling in the answering hardness in Jevon’s lap. After the day he’d had, it would be so easy to shed their clothes and sink down on Jevon’s thick cock, screwing them both into oblivion. Until their minds were devoid of all else but what it felt like to lose yourself in another person. But Rhys knew what would happen if he did that—if he used Jevon’s body to soothe his battered soul.
Nothing.
They’d come, and Rhys would walk away, like he always did. Roll from the couch and leave behind a piece of him that he’d never get back.
Jevon deservedbetter.
Rhys broke their kiss, swallowing to catch hold of his heaving chest. “You know what feels good?”
Jevon licked his lips. “What?”
“Riding someone like this—fucking them real slow while your dick slides against their stomach.”
“Someone?”
“Yeah, bloke or bird, it doesn’t matter to me. Some of the best nights I’ve had have been with a woman who knows her pegging.”
A flush crept up Jevon’s neck. “I, uh, didn’t think you would bottom.”
“Why not?” Rhys punctuated the words with a wet kiss to Jevon’s neck. “You think it’s a woman’s role? That a man ain’t a man if he likes it like that?”
“No, god no. It’s just... uh—fuck, I don’t know. I don’t know if I could top a man. I’ve thought about it, but it terrifies me, which is weird, ’cause I’ve never thought twice about it with women.”
“Nothing about sex is weird, mate.”
Rhys kissed Jevon again while he chased his thoughts enough to ponder what to do next. He wanted Jevon to fuck him—craved it—and he wasn’t averse to things playing out the other way around. But every instinct not clouded by bone-deep desire screamed that Jevon wasn’t ready for any of it... even if he thought he was, which Rhys had a feeling he might be if the heat between them rose another notch.
He slid off Jevon’s lap. Jevon’s eyes widened, but Rhys grabbed his hand before he could question it. “Show me your bedroom?”
“What?”
“Your bedroom. I want to lie down and be naked with you again.”
Jevon’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, but his only answer was to rise from the couch and tug Rhys to the stairs.