“Don’t. I want to be able to smell you,” he said, eyes on the floor rather than on him. He’d changed into a T-shirt and nothing else, bar his briefs, and Brett inhaled through his nose, trying to control his body’s response. Felix’s uncharacteristic nervousness helped.
“Okay. It’s all ready for you then.”
He put the sheets on a cupboard by the door for him to take out when he left and turned back to see Felix’s ass as he crawled onto the bed. Brett closed his eyes for a second before averting his gaze to the light switch, turning off the main light and leaving the room in the warm glow of the lamp on the bedside table. He stepped closer, helping pull the duvet up to cover him. Felix’s hand caught his as he went to turn away.
“Stay.”
Brett met his gaze, his eyes watery but coherent. Felix nodded at Brett’s silent double-checking, and Brett squeezed his hand once before letting go.
“Let me lock up everywhere, and then I’ll be back.”
“Okay.”
Brett ensured the house was secure and that Rosie and the kittens were closed in the kitchen, and headed back to his bedroom. He expected Felix to be fast asleep, but he was in the same position as he had left him, though his body visibly relaxed when Brett entered the room. He closed the door behind him and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it towards the basket. Hesitating when he reached for his buckle, he glanced at Felix, whose gaze was still on him, and removed his trousers and socks. He slipped beneath the covers of the bed and faced him.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
Felix moved closer until they were almost nose-to-nose and slid his hand over Brett’s that lay between them. He turned his palm, and they locked their fingers together. Felix closed his eyes, shuddering.
“Much better,” he murmured.
Brett watched him as he slept, the tension slowly dissipating as the frown lines between Felix’s eyebrows lessened and his breathing deepened. He continued to watch him through the hours, moving with him as he got comfortable in his sleep. It was several hours later when Felix plastered himself to Brett’s side, his head resting on his chest with Brett’s arm around his back, their fingers locked together on his stomach. He doubted he could move even if there was a bomb threat.
He’d dozed a little, but not much, because every time Felix moved, Brett’s gaze darted to him to make sure, first, that he really was there with him, and second, that he wasn’t in any pain. So, when Felix finally roused, Brett was both exhausted and full of energy.
Felix glanced up at him with a lazy smile. “Hey.”
“Hey, you. How are you feeling?”
Felix rubbed his cheek against Brett’s chest and hummed. “I’m good.” He rubbed his cheek again, and this time, the bristles from his five o’clock shadow grazed over Brett’s nipple, causing him to inhale quickly. Felix paused before doing it again, and Brett’s cock took interest.
His nipples had always been sensitive, not that he’d told anyone or had any partners that he was comfortable enough giving his secrets to, but at that moment, he couldn’t stop his reaction. Felix glanced up at him, a mischievous smile on his face, and licked the tip, sending fire streaking down his spine and into his dick. Something must’ve shown on his usually stone-cast face because Felix did it again, and again, and then took the entire disc into his mouth, sucking on it while flicking his tongue against the tip.
Brett could barely breathe. His cock twitched with each ministration, and sweat beaded on his forehead, but he couldn’t get enough air to tell him to stop. If that was even what hewanted to say. Felix pulled his hand free from Brett’s grasp and used his fingers on the other nipple, sending more fireworks to his groin, and Brett slid his fingers through Felix’s hair, gripping tightly. Felix moaned against his skin and sucked harder. It wouldn’t take much more for Brett to come undone, but he refused to do it without Felix getting something from it. Tightening his hold on his hair, Brett pulled him away, revelling in the mewl of disagreement from him. Instead, he pulled him up, bringing their lips almost touching.
“You’ve played enough,” he said between gritted teeth. “My turn.”
He flipped them over, putting Felix on his back, and settled between his legs. His fingers found their way beneath the hem of his T-shirt and across his stomach. It clenched beneath him, but Brett didn’t stop, taking the fabric with him as his fingers went higher and higher. When the T-shirt bunched beneath Felix’s armpits, Brett raised an eyebrow, and Felix lifted his arms, pulling it over his head and onto the floor. He had seen Felix’s naked body before, but he had been sure to keep his gaze professional whenever it happened at work, and when they had been together in the chapel, they had not been naked. So, having Felix at his mercy, in his bed, was something he could definitely get used to.
His fingers continued their exploration while his mouth began its journey across his chest to the little mounds that were waiting for him. Felix’s chest heaved as Brett’s lips curved around his nipples, and Brett smiled, grateful the man was as sensitive there as he was—it would make for a fun game of tit-for-tat one day—but he didn’t stay there for long. His mouth travelled further south, his tongue dipping into the valleys of his muscles, until he reached the waistband of his briefs. He paused, gaze meeting Felix’s, whose eyes were bright and clear, and finally slipped his fingers inside, sliding them down and over his cockbefore leaning up to pull them off completely and returning to his position.
Felix’s cock was magnificent. He’d felt it in the chapel and shower, seen it from afar previously, but it was a sight to behold. Long with a slight curve and uncut. God, what Brett wanted to do with it. What Brettwoulddo with it. After a glance up at its owner, he licked around the head with a flat tongue, getting it nice and wet, and then took it into his mouth. He usually enjoyed dirty talk during sex because it enhanced the experience for both of them, but his mouth was currently occupied. Felix’s hands found his head, and as his fingers gripped his hair, Brett increased his speed. He sucked, licked, stroked, tongued, nipped and everything in between while he took Felix higher and higher. His free hand rolled his balls, squeezing and pulling in time with his mouth, and then, when he felt Felix’s body tense further, he pressed a finger against his pucker and massaged. Not even a second later, Felix growled and released into his mouth, his hands tightening to a painful grip, but Brett loved every minute. He kept going, sucking and stroking until Felix hissed. Then Brett slipped him free and rose above him, holding himself on his hands as he looked down at him.
“Fuck, Brett. That was…” Felix sighed and blinked up at him.
Brett smiled. “Good.” He leaned down and kissed him, a brief peck meant to help him come down from the high, but Felix had other ideas. His hands went to his hair again, keeping him in place as his lips devoured him. Felix pulled harder, and Brett dropped to his elbows, their chests colliding.
“Fuck me, Brett,” Felix said when they came up for air. “Make me yours again,” he whispered.
“I don’t know if you’re ready—”
Felix put a finger over his mouth. “I am. Nothing happened to me in that way. I promise you. But I want you. Ineedyou. I’m yours, and I want to feel you inside me again.”
Brett licked his lips. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Felix rolled his eyes, sending heat flaring through him. Brett kissed him, unable to deny him. It was so different from their time in the chapel when he had been all business and never even got the opportunity to kiss him, but this time, he wanted everything. Just in case they never got the chance again, he wanted everything.