“Yeah. Yeah, I’m cool. I just…” He shook his head and sighed at himself. He unlocked the door and opened it. “I needed a second.”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Beck reached for him, fingers curling around the back of his neck.
“Do I?” He thought maybe he had, and the ghost had been him—young and whole and functional.
Beck nodded slowly. “You’re all pale. You feel a little clammy. Does something hurt? Do you need to sit?”
“Just hold me a minute, babe.”Let me figure shit out.
Beck stepped toward him and pulled him close, one arm tucking tightly around his waist, solid and sure. “I’ve got you.”
“You do.” He rested for a minute—long enough to take comfort, not so long that it was desperate—then he pulled back. “Did you say Parker left?”
Beck nodded. “I may have insisted.”
“Damn. I might have to keep you.” He lifted his face for a kiss.
He got one, softer than the one he’d have gotten when they first got to the room, but it was all the same truth. Beck wanted him. His husband could build him up like no bull ever could.
“Tell me you put out the Do Not Disturb sign.”
Beck was dragging him from the bathroom toward the bedroom. “Damn right I did. Door’s locked too. Should I turn the TV up?”
“Yeah. It’s not quiet hours, right. I sorta want to let loose. I’m all caught up by the spurs.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Beck grinned and flipped on the TV to some mindless action movie, turning up the volume to drown them out. His husband slid hot fingers up under his shirt and leaned close to his ear. “You own this event, Stud.”
His belly rippled, and he took that to mean he wasn’t near the whiny bitch he felt like.
Beck worked his shirt off and then stepped back and stripped, clothing falling to the floor piece by piece until his husband stood there naked for him. “You want this, Champ?”
“More than anything.” More than the next bull, even if he could. He looked, admiring the long lines, the broad shoulders. “No wonder I agreed to come play poker with you. You’re fine to me.”
“Used to be to a lot of people, but you got me. Every damn inch.” Beck grabbed his belt and pulled him closer.
“Mmm…every inch.” He ran one hand up along Beck’s pretty belly.
“And I got the hottest man I’d ever seen, and it wasn’t only those gorgeous eyes and your muscles, it was also your confidence. The way you’d walk like the world should get out of your way. The way you walked down the hall before. I could watch that all day long.”
He grinned, the blush crawling up his neck. He was still the champ, wasn’t he? Two-time. How many men in the world could say that? A handful?
Beck tugged Sky’s belt open and worked his jeans down just enough to give his prick some room to stretch into his husband’s fingers. “Oh, that is pretty, babe.”
He chuckled softly, but it made him puff up a little bit, made his cock swell. “It’s yours.”
“Awesome.” Beck kneeled and took him in a firm grip, going after the tip with a knowing tongue. “All mine.”
“Jesus! Babe.” He blinked down, his eyes crossing at the sight of his Beck, naked and wanting him, while he still had on his whole kit, his cock pushing out.
“Hm?” Beck got busy, fingers and tongue working him over, cock disappearing past those hungry lips and sliding out again.
His bootheels left the floor, and he rocked forward. “Damn…”
Beck took his hand and it wound up in Beck’s hair as his husband glanced up at him, lips still around the head of his cock. “Mmm.”
His abs went tight as fuck, and a wild sound tore out of him. “Fucking wet dream.”
Then he slowly began to fuck his husband’s lips, feeling ten feet tall and bulletproof.