Sid nodded. “You always know.”
“Know what?”
“What I need.”
“Yeah?” Dante wrapped his hand around Sid’s cock, feeling the weight of it against his palm, the silk over hot steel, and every other cliché he could think of. “I don’t know how to do this, though, so lower your expectations.”
“That’s my line—” Sid broke off with a gasp as Dante pumped him, fluid seeping out of him and coating Dante’s fingers.
It was fucking magical.I want to taste him.
Dante settled for jacking him slowly, hawk-eyeing Sid for pleasure and pain, and for long minutes, there was only pleasure.
Sid closed his eyes and let Dante work him up and down with a slow twist. His breaths grew sharp, and his thighs shook. He fell back, bracing himself on Dante’s bent legs, arching his whole body, face turned to the sky, as he thrust into Dante’s hand. “Fuck.” He dug his nails into Dante’s knees. “It’s too fucking good. I can’t—fuck!”
With a startled gasp, he started to come, his climax shuddering through him, his cock erupting over Dante’s hand and splashing onto Dante’s abdomen as his animalistic groan pierced the air, violent and beautiful.Hewas beautiful, and spellbound, Dante couldn’t look away. He absorbed every jolt and moan, committing them to memory, because this was a night and a wild moment in time that he’d never forget.
When it was over, Sid jerked upright and gazed at his dick still trapped in Dante’s hand. Then he shuddered again and fell forward, strength leaving his arms as if a bubble had been burst.
Dante caught him, releasing his cock to hold him safe, struggling to discern Sid’s trembling from his own, but as he wiped his hand clean and his body relaxed, the tension in Sid’s seemed to ramp up, seizing his spine. “Hey.” Dante rubbed his back. “You okay?”
Sid let out a dry laugh. “You mean apart from spasming like a motherfucker? Yeah, I’m great.”
“What can I do?”
“You’re doing it. Don’t ever stop.”
Dante rubbed his back again, and then his shoulders, arms, and his neck, massaging out the knots and twists that got in his way. It took a while, but eventually, Sid relaxed against him.
“See?” he muttered drowsily. “I’m a fucking disaster, but you always know.”
“I know nothing except that you’re fucking beautiful,” Dante retorted. “Don’t start that bullshit with me right now.”
Sid said nothing. Dante wondered if he’d fallen asleep and decided there were harsher things than having the world’s hottest gardener take a naked nap on him in the moonlight. He nuzzled Sid’s hair before he knew what he was doing.Man, the fuck is wrong with me?But it felt too good to stop. And Sid smelled too good. Dante kept his face where it was and breathed deep until Sid stirred.
“We should go home,” he said around a yawn. “Unless you want to kip in the woods.”
Dante had slept worse places, and watching Sid sit up and shift away felt like the end of the world, but he let it happen. What else could he do?
They fixed their clothes, and Dante helped Sid stand. Sid tested his legs, then turned in the direction of the main house and the bungalows. “Come on.”
Dante followed half a step behind, legs heavy, as if leaving his heart on the forest floor. And for once, Sid was quiet, focused on putting one foot in front of the other in the dark. He didn’t speak until they were nearly at the barn. “You think we got it out of our systems?”
Dante jerked his head up. Sid’s gaze was tired and simmering with something Dante couldn’t read. “What?”
“This thing—” Sid gestured between them. “Maybe we just needed to tap it, eh?”
“Tap it?” Dante repeated the words without thought and nodded slowly. “If you say so.”
Something grim took a hold of him. He turned towards his bungalow and away from Sid, emptiness creeping through him, filling the gaps that loosening the sexual tension between them had left behind, along with a scratchy rumination that perhaps Sid’s assessment was right—they’d both needed to get off so they could move on, leaving the complexity of every moment they’d spent together behind for good.
Forever.
Dante felt suddenly sick. He brought his hand to his mouth and took another step forward. A strong hand caught his elbow. He covered it with his own without thought and turned back.
Sid stared in the darkness.
Beautiful.