His eyes tried to cross as Sky strangled his cock, but he wanted to watch, to see Sky ride it out. Honest. Unashamed. He got off on every second of it.
And he almost got to see the whole thing. Almost, except that Sky shifted just so and reflex took over. He slammed into Sky, hips all out of rhythm and desperate, and when he came all he saw was bright light, blinding for a second and then dissolving into sparkles and lightning.
Sky was still panting hard when he solidified, and he moved, needing to make sure his lover was okay.
“Sky. Babe.” He put a hand on Sky’s good hip and pulled away slowly until he popped free, that last inch making him grunt. He was still catching his own breath, but he leaned over Sky and kissed the center of his husband’s heaving chest. “Stud? You good?”
“Yeah. Yeah, God. Love you.”
He stretched out on Sky’s good side so Sky could roll up into his arms. “Love you, Sky. You feel so good.”
“Mmm…you too.” His Sky wasn’t the most coherent, post-orgasm.
“Anything hurt, babe? Hip’s good?” God, he felt kind of shattered. He could lie here for a minute and rest up for round two, right?
“Shh. Rest. Rest. Then we’ll make sandwiches and go again.”
He nodded. “That works.” Sandwiches. Sky had the best ideas. He tucked his husband a little closer and let his eyes close. “This is where you belong, babe.”
“Love.” Sky sighed and snuggled in, body going heavy against him.
“Mhm. Love.”
Maybe roast beef, was the last thing he remembered thinking. He’d just bought a nice rye bread.
14
Good lord and butter, Sky was stiff as frozen rope.
Still, it had been worth it, and if he worked it out before Beck woke up? He was so getting another round.
He crawled into the shower, turning the water on hot and focusing the spray on his lower back and hips.
Beck was sleeping hard when Sky got up, and it was the first time he’d managed to get out of bed without waking his husband. The look on Beck’s face was the most relaxed Sky had seen it since he left rehab too. Someone had needed a good, hard fuck. Hell, he was into that. Beck was the finest thing, and it had been amazing, to let go and give it up.
Sky touched the bite on his chest—it wasn’t his only mark from last night, but it was the best, the one that throbbed and ached so bad.
Sure hadn’t taken Beck any thought, had it? He’d pointed out that marks were okay, and Beck had pounced on it the way Walter did when there was a mouse in the trailer.
Boom. Mine.
Maybe it shouldn’t be so fucking hot, but it sure as shit was. Hot as hell.
He let himself daydream as he scrubbed and rinsed, about another go-round with Beck, and a roast beef sandwich, laughing to himself at the way Walter spooned right in with them at some point, but he was startled out of that when the shampoo bottle slipped from his fingers, landing with a solid thud on the floor of the tub.
Dammit.He was going to have to figure out how to bend over and get that. He grinned though. At least the damn thing missed his toes.
The bathroom door flew open, and he could just make Beck out through the fogged-up shower door.
“Sky! Are you okay?” Beck yanked the shower door open too, looking a little panicked.
“Sorry, babe. I dropped the shampoo. It’s slick as snot.” He smiled over, hoping to ease Beck back into a good morning. “Wanna join me?”
“Is that safe for you? Oh. Look at that bruise.” He recognized the smug, heated look on Beck’s face, though he hadn’t seen it in a long time.
“Get in here and tell me good morning, you ass.” How on earth could he not grin? Beck made him stupid.
Beck raised an eyebrow and stepped in, closing the door. “I’m not the ass on my mind right now.”