“Right at the base of the stairs. I crawled up. I usually make it in a skillet, but I love grilled shrimp.” He wasn’t sure about the bacon.… Oh, he could make the bacon in a pan and brush the shrimp with the grease.
“Why don’t we try it grilled and I’ll do the bacon in here?” Beck called from the hall, reappearing with his cane in a second. “Here you go. I’m going to pretend I know nothing about you crawling up the stairs. You could have been stuck there all afternoon.” Beck wasn’t mad, maybe a little unhappy, but not enough to scold him.
“I had my phone then. I could have called!” He kissed Beck right on the lips.
Beck hummed for him and kissed him back. “Smartass.” His husband reached around and got a handful of it, making his point.
“Yours.” Suddenly he was so fucking happy, it hurt.
“Yeah. Yours, babe.” Beck pulled their hips together. “Maybe dinner can wait a little.”
“Oh…you have good thoughts.” Mmm…that was a damn fine look in his lover’s eyes.
“Let’s make that the last coherent one I have for a while.” Beck’s kiss was pure seduction, sensual, the slow burn meant to rile him up, make him need. He knew what his husband was after, enticing him that way. They never missed a beat in each other’s arms.
That was a request Sky could handle, and he got himself a double handful, thumbs rubbing the small of Beck’s back. Strong, muscled—but not tear your dick off with a clench tight—Beck’s ass fit right in his hands.
Beck rocked against him, already looking for some of that sweet friction. “Mhm. You good?” The check-in was just his man being kind; the way Beck took care of him was much more subtle now than when he first got home and everything seemed fragile and urgent.
“Better than. I got you right there.” He was good as gold, the world on slow-mo.
“Yeah.” Beck nodded, hands working into his sweats, pushing them down low on his hips. “Want to taste you, Stud.”
“Only a fool would say no to that, and I ain’t no fool.” His ass clenched in anticipation, and his hips rolled. It felt like a real motion, like it was his body. Finally.
Beck grinned. “Not even on a bad day. Sit down before you fall down, cowboy.”
“Where do you want me? I’m all yours.”
“Upstairs, we have all damn night.” Beck took his cane and set it against the wall, then caught him around the waist and picked him up. “You know this never gets old. You may never walk up the stairs again.”
“It’s unbelievably fucking hot. Makes me hard.” Hell, everything about Beck made him hard, from that slow pirate smile to the way that, even in fancy shoes, there was cowboy boot swagger in Beck’s walk.
“Damn, you’re even easier than I thought.” Beck set him down on his feet in the bedroom, kissing him without a second to let him breathe, hand diving right into his sweats again.
Where it came to his guy? Hell, yes. He arched up, cock searching out Beck’s hand.
Beck stroked him a few times, and then kneeled in front of him, smiling up as Sky’s sweat pants slipped to the floor. “Well, hello. Someone’s happy.”
“You’re home and loving me.” That was easy.
“Uh-huh.” Beck nuzzled in, breathing deep, tasting him under his balls. “Mmm.”
“Beck!” Damn, that man gave him shivers, all the way to the bone.
“That’s me, babe. Maybe you want to sit? Bed’s right behind you.” Beck slid a hand over his abs to his chest and gave him a shove.
“Butthead.” He bounced on the bed with a laugh, managing to get his shirt off before Beck pounced him.
But Beck didn’t so much pounce as stalk him, climbing from the floor over the edge of the bed and up between his legs. Beck licked the inside of one thigh, over his hip, and down to his prick.
“Are you the Big Bad Wolf, babe?” he teased. “Are you going to eat me up?”
Beck’s chuckle sounded evil. “You know it. Huff and puff and blow you down.” The evil laughter was cut off as Beck took him in—the head first, a little deeper, all the way, and then popped off again, chuckling more. “Nice.”
“Nice?” That seemed less than enthusiastic. He wiggled his hips, playing with them both.
“Cute, babe.” Beck gave his balls a tug and took him in again, and no one was playing this time. It felt like Beck was trying to hoover his brain out of his cock.