Jevon curled around him, screwing him just a tiny bit harder. “God, this feels so good. Why did we wait so long?”
Rhys couldn’t fathom an answer, but despite the rosy haze clouding his mind, he knew they’d been right to hang tough for this moment. To have faith in their stars to align—beginto align, because they weren’t there yet. Jevon was inside Rhys, loving him like they’d always known he could, but there was so much more to say. So much more todo.
But not now. It could wait—it couldallwait, because Rhys was about to lose his fucking mind. He drove his fist into the mattress. “Harder,” he ground out, and something—everything—changed.
Jevon pulled out and drew Rhys further down the bed, pushing him onto his front with oh-so-gentle hands. Then he drove back in, his cock nudging far deeper than it had before. Over and over, he thrust his hips, building speed and depth with each thrust, until his hypnotic, flexing pace faltered and the moans falling from him gained an octave. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it.” Rhys hunched his spine and braced himself, ignoring the lance of pain from his injured ankle. “I wanna feel you.”
Jevon slammed their bodies together once more, twice more, then he seized up, and his movements became jerky as his cock pulsed inside Rhys. “Fuck, I love you, man.”
“I love you, too,” Rhys gasped out. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Jevon didn’t stop. He kept moving, his dick still a steely rod buried inside Rhys as he screwed them both through his orgasm. He gripped Rhys’s shoulders and fucked him harder, and the rhythmic pounding of his hips stoked a throbbing burn in Rhys so intense he forgot where he was. Forgot the bloody, ruined bodies that brought him here. Forgot the traumatised young faces that led him and Jevon back together in the first place.
Forgot everything except the pleasure building from somewhere so deep he couldn’t trace it back. Couldn’t follow a beam of light, even as it burst into blinding rays. Numbness had carried him out of London, but Rhys wasn’t numb anymore. His ankle screamed again—like the pins holding him together were being screwed inright now—and as his release spilled out of him, so did any apathy Jevon had missed when he’d claimed Rhys’s heart as his own.
With a ragged shout, Rhys fell apart. Gasps turned to sobs, and Jevon’s arms were around him so fast Rhys barely felt his softened dick slip out of him. Jevon laid him on his back and moved a pillow under Rhys’s injured ankle, propping it up. The bruise on his temple throbbed, but the ache in Rhys’s sprained tendons eased instantly, even as violent shivers continued to shudder through him.
Jevon pressed his forehead to Rhys’s, forcing him to meet his gaze. He offered no words of comfort, only himself. And it was enough. The abrupt vomit of emotion faded as Rhys’s lungs won the battle for air. His limbs still trembled, but it made sense, even if he didn’t know why.
He clutched Jevon’s hands. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You wouldn’t be human if the last few days hadn’t fucked you up. Shit, I can hardly stand to think about what happened in London, and I wasn’t there.”
“Neither was I, really.” Rhys closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the oxygen filter through his strained nerves. “And that detachment is likely the problem. I usually go back on base after a messed-up shift. Talk it out with Pater and whatever doc was with us or the next crew coming on. I didn’t do that this time—I came round from this fucking concussion, shouted at Harry, then came here.”
“Camaraderie is everything when life gets real.”
“Yup. And I think I maybe need to speak to someone now I’m not going to have that for a while, but I’m okay at the moment. Maybe we can talk about it later?”
“Always.”
Rhys knew he could count on Jevon to hold him to it. “What about you? How was topping a bloke for the first time?”
“Do I need to answer that? I think we scared the horses.”
A genuine laugh bubbled out of Rhys. In his suspended delirium, it was more of a giggle, and he slapped his hand over his mouth. When he’d composed himself, he pulled Jevon impossibly closer. “It was—fuck—it was amazing for me. I’ve never been with anyone like that.”
“Never?”
“Never. I’ve told you before—fucking has always been fun for me... hot, exciting, whatever. But with you? Shit. It’s all those things and so much more. I literally feel like I’ve been to the moon and back. You’re everything, Jevon.”
Jevon smiled. “I can’t even describe how it was for me. For all the times I’ve pictured it, I figured I’d have some idea what it would be like, but I— Damn. You’re amazing.”
“I’m really, really not,” Rhys said around a sigh that turned into a jaw-cracking yawn. “I’m as good as you make me feel.”
“Whatever. We’ve got some time to work on that fractured self-esteem. Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you.”
Rhys didn’t doubt it for a second, and as he stared at Jevon through heavy lidded eyes, a renegade faction in his body came to life again. He was tired and sore, but even with the weight of the world crashing down, Jevon made him feel so fucking alive. His cock rose, and his body craved Jevon inside him again so fiercely that his heart stuttered.
Jevon read him like an open book and smirked. “Sure about that? You should keep your foot up.”
“I will.” Rhys widened his legs, canting his hips just enough that Jevon would be able to slide easily home. “You might have to hold me down, though. Everything about your dick makes me crazy.”
“Just my dick, huh?” Jevon climbed carefully over Rhys’s battered body until he was safely cradled between his legs. “What about my tongue?”
Without warning, he took Rhys in his mouth, and coherent thought was gone, replaced by Jevon’s tongue, fingers, and eventually his cock. He fucked Rhys slower this time, the desperate need from before calmed by the certainty that thisworked.That it was right for both of them, whichever way they came at it, and all the final puzzle pieces were a perfect fit.