“Stop,” Dylan growled in Angelo’s ear. “I’m so fucking horny watching you two throw each other around. Do you want me to screw you right here?”
Angelo wouldn’t have complained, but he got the feeling Joe’s friendly neighbours might’ve. He whirled away from Dylan and straight back into Jevon’s waiting arms. Somewhere behind him, Rhys heckled something crass, but Angelo barely heard him. To move was to be free. And to be loved by Dylan on top of that was all he’d ever need.
* * *
Angelo was glorious. Dylan could’ve watched him dance all night if the need to hustle him into bed wasn’t so strong, though it was the early hours by the time someone turned the music off.
They emerged from the barn to a crisp, clear night that promised a frosty morning and trudged across the farm to the chalet they’d committed to call home in the very near future. Though sure of his path, nerves had plagued Dylan even as he’d planned up a storm with Emma, but tonight’s festivities had washed them away. Home was where the heart was, and Dylan’s heart belonged to Angelo.
“Are you hungry?”
“Hmm?” Angelo glanced up from navigating the potholed path. “Nah. I ate all that pizza.”
“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure you danced it all off.”
“Then I’ll have plenty of room for stuffing tomorrow.”
Dylan acknowledged the innuendo with a smirk, but Angelo’s answering smile was too sweet to be dirty, so Dylan let it go and guided him around a puddle. “Remind me to call my dad in the morning.”
“Is he spending Christmas with Tammy?”
“Yup. I don’t think she goes home much anymore. He wants us to visit after the New Year, which should tie in well with telling him we’re moving down here permanently.”
“Will he be upset?”
Dylan shook his head. “Doubt it. He might’ve been a year ago, but he’s got a whole new life now—and a cat. He doesn’t need me in his face all the time.”
“At least he gives a shit.”
“Your mum cares.”
“Uh-huh.”
There was no challenge in Angelo’s tone, but Dylan heard it all the same. “She does,” he insisted. “In her own way.”
Angelo snorted. “Her own way sucks donkey dick.”
Dylan let him have that one and pushed all thoughts of anyone else aside. Tonight had been about nothing but love, and they still had a few more hours to enjoy it.
They reached the chalet. Angelo unlocked the door, but Dylan stopped him before he could go inside and caught him in the kind of kiss they didn’t often have the patience to wait for. Tender and sweet, it was a slow burn and reminded Dylan of the very first kisses they’d shared after their explosive first encounter at the club. Those kisses had been such a perfect contradiction that Dylan had known from the start he was falling in love with this beautiful man.
My beautiful man.
Angelo’s back hit the doorframe, and he gasped, his legs shaking, perhaps as much from Dylan’s touch as his wild night on the dance floor. But it didn’t matter how hard Angelo’s illness ever shook him, Dylan would always be right here, arms tight around him, holding him up.
Finally breaking their kiss, he slipped an arm around Angelo and guided him inside. There weren’t many places in the chalet they hadn’t fucked, but right now, the bed was calling their names.
Dylan eased Angelo down onto his back. “Did you clean up in here?”
“Yeah... when I came back from work. I know you get all horny for fresh sheets.”
“I get horny foryou, but it’s so much more than that, baby.”
“I know.”
Angelo pushed Dylan’s coat off his shoulders and set to work unbuttoning the shirt Emma had forced them all into at the last possible minute before the wedding. It joined Dylan’s coat on the floor. They kicked off their shoes, and Dylan stripped Angelo of the rest of his clothes before standing to remove his own jeans.
Naked, he came back to the bed and crawled over Angelo, covering him with his body until there wasn’t an inch between them. He fused their lips together and hooked his arms around Angelo’s legs, lifting them gently until they were draped over his shoulders. “Okay?”