Fifteen
This wasn’t how Rhys had imagined the climax to their last night together. He’d pictured Jevon nervous, trembling, and even unsure, but as they stumbled across the city to Rhys’s flat, it was clear Jevon knew exactly what he wanted.
Rhys’s front door hit the wall with a sickening crack. Jevon yanked Rhys over the threshold and kicked the door closed, barely waiting for another loud slam before he shoved Rhys against it, his tongue plundering his mouth. Claiming it.
Clothes disappeared in a rush of torn T-shirts and shoved-away denim. Jevon kicked his underwear aside and gripped Rhys’s throat. “Show me.”
Show you what?But Rhys didn’t say it because he knew the answer. Jevon wanted to know how much Rhys would miss him. How empty his bed would be without him. And how goddamn fucking much they could’ve loved each other if things had been different.
Rhys pried Jevon’s hand from around his neck and twined their fingers together, moving slowly despite the racing tattoo in his chest. The animal in him wanted to throw Jevon onto the bed, pin him down, and fuck him senseless—from the top or the bottom, as he was still unsure what Jevon wanted—but there was more than one way to ravage a man, and if they only did this once, fuck, they’d do it right.
He led Jevon to the bed and laid him down, covering him with his body, kissing him, consuming him, swallowing every gasp that fell from his beautiful mouth. Every touch screamed the words he’d never said, but Jevon knew. He had to know.I love you.
Jevon rolled them over, hooking a leg over Rhys’s hips so their cocks slid together as their bodies undulated like poetry. Friction. Heat. Rhys’s senses imploded, and low, tortured sounds ripped from his chest. He held Jevon tighter, blunt nails digging into his back, and hid his face in Jevon’s neck until Jevon wove his hands into Rhys’s hair and pulled his head back.
“No hiding. I want to see you.”
Rhys couldn’t argue. Didn’t want to. Just wanted to lose himself in every part of Jevon he could reach. He pushed Jevon onto his back and moved down his body, tracing the rise and fall of his abs until he reached his cock. Then he took him in his mouth and sucked him slowly, savouring every ridge and vein, every drop of fluid as it seeped out and coated his tongue. He reached up and found Jevon’s hands, squeezing them tight, keeping his mouth around Jevon’s dick even as Jevon yanked on his arms.
Flipping around was seamless, like they’d done it a thousand times. They lay on their sides, swallowing each other whole, tasting, testing... pushing closer to the precipice where one of them would break.
But Rhys pulled back before they fell and crawled up the bed until he found Jevon’s mouth with his own again. They kissed like drowning men, rolling over and over again, before Jevon dug his heels into the mattress, caging Rhys against him in his sinewy arms. “Like this.”
It took Rhys’s Jevon-addled brain a moment to compute. Then it sank in.He wants me to fuck him. A million emotions warred in Rhys’s crowded soul. The prospect of taking Jevon’s thick cock inside him had kept him awake more nights than he cared to admit. He wanted it. Craved it. But he neededthismore. Needed to be inside Jevon, to feel his tight, wet heat clamping around him, shielding him from the real world if only for one more night.
He found their trusty bottle of lube and drove his fingers into Jevon, searching out the live-wired spots he’d already committed to memory, his mouth once again sealed around Jevon’s dick, Jevon’s leg draped over his shoulder. He worked Jevon until his body trembled, his limbs quivered, and his moans became unintelligible.
“Rhys,” Jevon gasped out. “Please. I need you.”
I was born needing you. I just never knew it.Rhys tore his mouth from Jevon’s cock, wiping it with the back of his hand. In the darkness of the room, Jevon’s eyes gleamed, the fire in them matching the inferno in Rhys’s blood. “Do you want me to use a condom?”
“No, fuck no.” Jevon shook his head. “I wanna feel you.”
Rhys’s pulse stuttered. He’d been around the block more times than he could count, but never bare. Never naked to the sensation of hot pulsing flesh against the hardness of his throbbing length. “I want to feel you too.”
Sliding inside Jevon came like drops of mystical rain after a lifetime of drought. Inch by inch, breath by breath, the burn of intrusion faded from Jevon’s face, then the bliss came. The wonder. The hit of pleasure that eclipsed any drug you could buy on the street.
Rhys bit down on the ecstasy already roaring in his ears and fucked Jevon slowly, revelling in the sensation of Jevon clamping down on him, his legs a vice around his waist. He kissed Jevon deeply and tangled his fingers in his hair, gripping the black headscarf that was somehow still in place, fighting oblivion as his balls tightened to the point of pain.
He groaned and bit Jevon’s chest. “You feel so good.”
Jevon thrashed his head from side to side, his eyes clenched shut. “It’s all you, baby. Fuck me harder.”
Rhys obeyed, thrusting into Jevon with strokes that grew braver with every twist of his hips. The sofa bed shunted rhythmically across the floor, mattress squeaking. Rhys clutched the back like it could tie him down to the world, but just when he feared he’d lost his grip, Jevon ripped his hands free and rolled them over, straddling Rhys’s waist.
“You said this was the best.”
“It is,” Rhys managed hoarsely. “But it’s all fucking insane with you. It’s never been like this.”
Jevon stared Rhys down as he took his dick inside him again. “You’ve never fucked anyone else like this?”
“Never—oh god, Jevon. Ride me, please.”
Rhys’s incoherency seemed to gift Jevon the confidence he deserved. He impaled himself on Rhys’s cock, then set a torturous, mind-blowing pace with slow, barely there undulations of his hips, grinding down with every crazy-hot trip around the block. His dick slid along Rhys’s clenched abdomen, gliding through the lube and precome that seemed to be everywhere, and his eyes closed, his mouth hung open, and Rhys knew he was gone. Lost. Climbing so high he might never come down.
He wasn’t alone. Rhys was with him for every shudder and moan. Every ripple of pleasure that threatened to free-fall them into a vortex so hot it scared even Rhys.
Jevon ground down harder, faster, and Rhys rose up from the bed to meet him, slamming into him until Jevon relinquished control. Rhys rolled them over again, keeping Jevon tight against him so his dick stayed buried inside him, then he let go—in every sense—and fucked Jevon the way he’d imagined the very first time he’d caught his shy gaze in the crowded bar.