“Yeah.” He gloved up with shaking hands. He was so hard just that threatened to make him go over the edge.
“Look at you. I got this.” Kyle snatched up the slick and flipped over onto his knees, giving Colt a little show as he got ready.
“Jesus….” He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed hard as he got the best show of his life.
With a moan, Kyle’s hand fell away. “Colt.”
“Uh-huh. Now, cher. I got a need. Now.”Please. Say it is time.
Kyle nodded and arched back toward him. “Now. So ready.”
Thank God for small favors. He surged forward, pressing into tight, breathtaking heat. His eyes rolled up in his head, and he grabbed hold of Kyle’s hips.
Kyle cried out and reached back with one hand, digging long fingers into his thigh. He wasn’t seeing clearly, but he felt Kyle roll back to meet him, taking him even deeper.
Colt had not a bit of grace left in him, not so much as a hint of it. All he could do was push and thrust and rock harder.
It wasn’t long before he felt his lover give up trying to find a rhythm too.
“Colt!” Kyle made fists in the covers, bracing and giving him something solid to work against, and together they filled the bedroom with sound—grunts and groans, begging and filthy affirmations.
He stretched up over Kyle’s back, his forehead slick as he rested them together, driving in for a few more, restless thrusts before he grunted, the room spinning as he emptied his balls.
Kyle panted out a couple of rough breaths and moaned, shifting under him. “Jesus Christ, baby.”
“Uh-huh.” Right. No talking. Dizzy.
They lay there for… a long time. Could have been hours, could have been two minutes. How would he know? Finally, he felt Kyle’s lips on one arm, dropping light kisses and warm nuzzles. “Okay, music man. You need to let me breathe. Slide over.” He thought about trying to move, but Kyle beat him to it, lifting up so he sort of slid off onto the bed. “Oh, I’m going to be deliciously sore in the morning.”
“Uhn.” That was close to a yes, right?
Kyle laughed and curled around him. “Good night, love.”
“Love.” Yeah. Yeah, love. He closed his eyes, humming himself to sleep.
10
Kyle wokeup slowly, tangled up with Colt and buried under an unfamiliar comforter. It took him a little time to figure out where he was and how he’d gotten there, and that came along with the realization that he was more than a little hungover.
He shifted, stretching and grinning at an ache he was going to enjoy all day. Colt’s smooth, warm shoulder was right there, and he gave it a kiss. He’d be happy to stay here forever, but first he needed some water and some Tylenol.
He could smell coffee—which was either good or bad, his stomach wasn’t sure. He pushed up, trying not to jostle Colt.
Oh, hello. The windows in this room were tall and gorgeous, but Jesus, they let in a lot of light. He squinted toward the bedroom door, wondering how many steps it would take to get over there, and then slid out of bed, eyes shielded under one hand.
He opened the door, groaning as blessed darkness surrounded him. Better. So much better.
“Tylenol?” Timmy’s hand appeared under his nose.
“Oh. Oh, yes. It’s the God of stupid dancers that drink too much.” He took the pills right out of Timmy’s hand. “How did you know?”
“I was up getting caffeinated, dude. I heard you moving around.” Timmy looked like the cat with the canary. “You want coffee?”
He hesitated for a second, trying to get his fuzzy mind around the look on Timmy’s face. “Yes?” He nodded. “Yes. I need coffee. Colt is still sleeping. He’s tired. Do you have water too?”Do you have water? Really?
“We do. And orange juice. Hell, I think Colt has a six-pack of Coke.”
Just the words “orange juice” made his stomach flip over. “Just water’s good.” He sat at the kitchen table and let Timmy get him water and coffee. He took the Tylenol and prayed it worked fast, finishing the water with it. “Thanks, Timmy. Sorry. Good morning, by the way. I’ll be better in a minute. Why do you keep grinning at me?”