But everything felt right now.
Everything.
It was like free-falling, like being high, and he clung to Sky, needing him to be solid.
His husband still knew him so well, knew where to touch, how hard, how long. Sky even knew when to cut off their kiss, leaving him shy of satisfied and wanting more.
“I love you.” Those weren’t ever words he said because they came easily. Truth made them lighter, but those words would always have real weight.
“I know. For better or for worse. Even if we’re stupid fucks.” Somehow Sky knew just how to strip it down.
“And we are stupid fucks. But we’re not dead yet. I’m feeling pretty fucking fantastic.”
“Yes.” Sky laughed for him. “God, yes. We have all weekend to turn each other inside out.”
“Bring it on.” Beckett shifted again, low enough that he could get his tongue and teeth around one of Sky’s nipples, smug to find them stiff and sensitive.
Sky stilled and then took a deep breath. “I remember…”
“I couldn’t forget.” Beck sucked one nipple in hard, pinching with his teeth just so.
“Yes!” So vocal, so encouraging—this was magic, to hear this that he thought he’d lost.
He ran a hand up the inside of Sky’s scarred thigh and tucked his fingers up under Sky’s balls to stroke and tease. Sky spread for him, but one hand tangled in his hair keeping him there at that sensitive little nip.
Don’t worry, love. I’m not rushing to the finish line this time.
He loved the way Sky let him know what felt good. He stayed right where he was, soothing the bite with his tongue while his fingers circled the base of Sky’s cock as it came back to life.
Sky was murmuring to him, whispering filthy little promises that were meant to make him need.
Sky would say anything to get him off. Anything at all. He remembered one encounter that was practically a fistfight, when Sky was so pissed off about—God, he couldn’t even remember now—and he’d had a bad day, and everything leading up to the actual fucking part was angry. They’d called each other cocksucker and motherfucker, asshole and piece of shit, all the while kissing and rubbing together between little shoves and frustrated grunts.
That had been fun as hell.
“I can wear your marks now.” Sky sounded awed, shocked. “Fuck, baby. I can wear your marks.”
Oh, God.All those years he’d had to be careful. It wasn’t like he needed that, but he hated knowing he couldn’t if he wanted to, and he remembered the discussion with Sky about it. They’d found some like-minded company when he visited Sky on the road, Parker and others, but there was still so much Sky had to hide.
“Fuck, yeah. How many can I give you without embarrassing you with Kevin?” He was kidding. Mostly. He’d keep it to two. Or three.
“I’d never be embarrassed.” Sky met his eyes, so serious. “I got scars from horses, from men, from bulls. The only scars from you are on my fucking heart. I’d wear any you gave.”
He felt the same way, but hearing that out loud made his scars hurt that much more. “I’m sorry. I should have called. I wanted to. I wanted to talk, argue, anything. Work it out with you. I don’t know why I was such a fucking coward.”
“We’re prideful. I could have fought. I should have punched you in the nose and reminded you that I love you.” Sky touched his nose, finger gentle. “I’m sorry too, but more than that, I’m aching and ready to love on you.”
“Yeah. So ready.” He rocked his hips, grinding into Sky, and this time he chose a bare spot on Sky’s pec and dug teeth into hard muscle, sucking up a bruise Sky would see for at least a week.
“Jesus, fuck!” Sky arched hard, fingers opening and closing on his shoulders, cock leaving a slick trail on Beck’s belly.
God, he loved making Sky swear.
He let up slowly, easing back on the bite and calming the skin with his tongue. “My mark.” Whoa, was that growl his?
“Yours. God, yes.” Sky touched the bruise and bucked, the look in his husband’s eyes pure need.
He understood the look; he was aching again himself, and he reached for the bottle of lube he’d bought a couple of weeks before he’d even brought Sky home. He’d felt optimistic that day, and fucking horny, and he’d shouted Sky’s name in the shower to an empty house.