“Me either. The mess you make is biblical.”
“Liar.”
“Not anymore.” Benito tapped his chest. “I’m truth bombs all day long.”
“And all night long?”
“Come here and find out.”
Mickey pushed Benito onto the chaise and made short work of stripping his clothes, then he rose and shed the rest of his too.
They fell to the floor, and this time, Benito didn’t pick them up. He took Mickey in his mouth instead, sucking him with his full lips and sinful tongue, until Mickey was panting out his name and begging him to stop. “If you want to fuck, you gotta stop.Fuck, you’re killing me.”
Benito pulled back. He shot an unreadable glance over Mickey’s shoulder and scooted away to lie down, propped up on his elbows. “I don’t want you to die.”
“No?”
“No. Never.”
“What are you going to do about that?”
Benito licked his lips. “I don’t know. Maybe I have stage fright.”
Mickey considered him. Years on the road had left Benito hard to read at the best of times, but shyness wasn’t in his usual armoury, especially when it came to sex. Benito was a lover who knew what he wanted and how to take it.
Or give it up, which was most often his mood.What does he want right now?
No.
That was the wrong question.
What did Benitoneed?
Mickey covered Benito with his body, kissing him everywhere he could reach: his lips, his neck, his exposed chest. Around them, he sensed watchful eyes, but with Benito so close, they were easy to ignore.
Everything was.
Mickey made a cradle for himself between Benito’s legs. A lube bottle was within easy reach, and they didn’t need anything else. They’d tested negative a few months back and ditched the condoms for good. So far, Mickey had been inside Benito bare more times than he could count, but never yet—
It clicked. What Benito needed in this moment more than anything else. The unforgettable. Something thatmattered. He stole another searing kiss from Benito’s lips, then drew back.
Benito widened his legs, brow already furrowed with a tension that hadn’t been there before.
Mickey shook his head and grinned, nudging them back where they’d come from. “Relax,” he whispered. “I got this.”
Benito took a shuddery breath, watching as Mickey slicked lube on his cock. “You don’t have to—”
Mickey cut him off with a slow, impaling slide, sinking down on Benito’s dick without the thought and preparation he usually put into taking a man’s cock.Benito’scock, because it had beenyearssince he’d let anyone else fuck him.
The sensation made his eyes water. He fell forward onto Benito’s chest. Benito held him tight, his arms a solid cage of love and affection.
He pushed Mickey’s damp hair back from his face. “I’m not ready to be bareback inside you. I’m wrecked already.”
“That’s probably a good thing.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because having you inside me like this is going to make me come in ten seconds flat.”