Chapter Twenty-Eight #3
“You handled everything perfectly,” James reassured him.
“All of this was a lot for me,” Cassian said with one more sniffle.
“I know it was,” James said, stroking Cassian’s cheek. “But you were wonderful.”
Cassian and James shared a kiss, and then James tipped their foreheads together.
“Let’s have some soup,” he said. “Afterward, I want to pamper you.”
Cassian let out a shuddered breath and blinked back more tears.
“Are you certain that you’re feeling well enough for that?” he asked.
Threading a hand through Cassian’s hair, James took a moment to bask in Cassian’s continued care.
“I’m certain,” he said.
James climbed off of him. Over the next couple of minutes, the two men ate their soup.
James was a little surprised that Cassian wasn’t fussing over the lack of choice he had in meals, but he supposed that the hours they’d spent freezing in the ocean had shaken the man up enough to make him realize how lucky they were to even be having soup at all.
Once they were both full, they set their bowls back on the nightstand, and then Cassian wasted no time pulling James up onto his lap again.
James laughed and hummed against Cassian’s lips as they kissed.
Slowly, he unfastened the buttons on Cassian’s shirt.
Peppering kisses along Cassian’s face and neck, James helped Cassian shrug out of it.
He ran his hands up the front of Cassian’s chest, pushing his fingers through Cassian’s chest hair.
“You know,” James said in between kisses, “I never really finished giving you that massage back in the Turkish Bath Complex.”
“Ah, so is that how you’d like to pamper me?” Cassian asked.
“For a start,” James replied. “If you’d want me to.”
“Yes, I very much would.”
Cassian helped James off of his lap. He began removing his trousers and socks, and the moment Cassian’s half-hard prick was visible, James’s cock began to stiffen, too. An image of Cassian fucking him from behind—rough and hard—flitted into his mind.
Dammit all to hell, he wished he’d had the wherewithal to find some cooking oil earlier.
Burying his frustration, James urged Cassian up onto the bed. Cassian rolled over onto his front while James scrambled up onto the mattress beside him. He pressed his palms onto Cassian’s back, coaxing forth the most beautiful moan as he began to massage him.
“Am I still exceptionally selfish?” James asked.
“Yes, but I forgive you,” Cassian replied, his voice muffled by the pillow.
Chuckling, James began to work the knots out of Cassian’s shoulder muscles, moving his thumbs in little circles. Cassian let out a contented sigh. He looked over his shoulder.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again, James,” he said. “Not if you can help it.”
James smiled warmly at him. “I’ll try not to.”
“I’m not forbidding you from being sad, of course, and if you need laudanum sometime in the future, I’ll let you have it, but . . .” He trailed off.
James could tell that he was starting to become choked up again.
“I know what you mean, Cassian,” James said softly.
Cassian cleared his throat.
“I was being sincere when I said that I wanted to be your lifeboat. I know I’m .
. . complaining about it currently—rightfully so, in my opinion, since being that for you was far from easy, especially because I had no idea whether you’d ever come out of that state that you were in—but, regardless, I will keep being it. ”
Warmth spread through James’s chest, making his heart stutter. James smiled at Cassian, and Cassian smiled back.
“I love you, Cassian.”
“I love you, too, James.”
Cassian rolled onto his side, and James lay next to him.
Then the two began to kiss. James poured everything he had into it.
Every bit of love and affection and gratitude.
And Cassian seemed to relish it, letting out the most wonderful whimpers and moans and hums as their lips moved together.
After a while, James encouraged Cassian onto his back.
“Let me pleasure you,” he murmured.
Cassian’s brow creased, and he stared into James’s eyes as though searching them.
“Please,” James begged.
After only a brief pause, Cassian nodded.
James began to kiss a path to Cassian’s waiting cock.
Along the way, he stopped to lick Cassian’s stomach and hummed hungrily as the taste of salty sweat tickled his tongue.
Once he reached Cassian’s member, he flicked a light lick across the head before pulling the foreskin back with his hand.
Cassian hitched a breath. Smiling to himself, James pumped his fist twice, coaxing forth a bit of pre-ejaculate, which he then lapped up with his tongue.
Finally, James took the whole of Cassian’s length into his mouth.
Moaning, Cassian threaded his fingers through James’s hair.
“Stay like this,” he breathed, holding James’s head in place for a couple of long, wonderful seconds while he thrust upward a few times.
James held perfectly still, happy to be of service. Once Cassian stopped thrusting, James began to move again, bobbing slowly while massaging Cassian’s shaft with his tongue. Just as James was finding a rhythm, Cassian’s hand fisted his hair, stopping him.
“On your knees,” he said.
Immediately, James scrambled off the bed and moved onto his knees. Cassian stood, and his hand found the back of James’s head. He positioned his cock near James’s mouth.
“Open,” he commanded.
James complied. Cassian held him steady as he moved his hips forward, pushing the length of his prick into James’s mouth. James only barely suppressed a gag. Cassian pulled himself halfway out and paused.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
James nodded a little. Cassian’s lips curled into a wicked smile.
Still fisting James’s hair, Cassian began to move his hips, fucking James’s mouth, his movements careful but purposeful.
Surprisingly, James managed to move past his urge to gag rather quickly, though his eyes still became a bit watery from the thrusting, and soon, he started to take pleasure in everything too.
His own cock stiffened fully as Cassian continued to move his hips.
A few deliberate thrusts later, Cassian stopped and pulled out. He pinched one of James’s cheeks.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” James said on an exhale, staring up at Cassian through his lashes, spit coating his chin.
Cassian smiled wolfishly. Oh, fuck, how James loved it.
“Good,” Cassian purred. He took his cock in his hand and moved the head toward James’s lips. “You can continue what you were doing before.”
And, oh, James knew that it was not a request.
Immediately, James resumed pleasuring him.
Cassian stroked James’s cheek sweetly with the back of his hand as James moved his head back and forth, back and forth.
Feeling Cassian caressing his face like that, James suddenly wanted Cassian to stroke him elsewhere, too.
He loved pampering Cassian, but, oh, hell, he needed to orgasm with him.
Desperate to seek his own release, James started to rub himself through his trousers. After only a few seconds of this, Cassian grabbed James’s hair again, and forced James to look up at him.
“Are you pleasuring yourself?” he asked.
James popped off.
“Sorry,” he said.
Cassian cupped his chin. “I thought we were focusing on me, right now, hm?” James’s cheeks warmed. “Or are you still feeling needy?”
“I’m still feeling needy, maybe,” James admitted.
“Come up here.”
Legs shaky, James pushed himself to stand. Cassian caught his mouth in a kiss and unbuttoned his trousers. Once James stepped out of them, Cassian pulled him back onto the mattress, and the two men lay facing one another. After exchanging a couple more kisses, their hands found each other’s cocks.
“Now we can pleasure each other,” Cassian said sweetly as he began to move his fist. “And once you’re feeling completely like yourself, you can pamper me exactly as you want.
Whenever you want. No, whenever I want. Which will likely be very often.
” He pressed a firm kiss to James’s lips.
“Look at you, James. Once we reach New York, I’m not sure how I’ll make it through even one afternoon without bending you over or ordering you on your knees for me. ”
Arousal pulsed through James’s veins.
“Oh, God . . .” He moaned, bucking his hips into Cassian’s palms. “I want that. Please, yes, I want that.”
“I’ll provide you with plenty of opportunities to pleasure me, my exceptional steward,” Cassian said, moving his fist faster. “Will you let me take you? Whenever I want?”
“Whenever you want,” James confirmed through a raspy breath.
He tried to keep moving his hand, too, but faltered, his hand stilling as pleasure surged through him, bringing him close to release.
“You’ll let me fuck you however I want to fuck you, won’t you, James?”
James’s face flushed hotter as he neared the edge.
“Cassian . . .”
“Promise me, James. Promise me that you’ll be mine to have.”
“I promise.”
Pleasure shot through him the moment the words left his lips, and then his cock began to pulse.
Cassian caught his mouth in a fierce kiss as he moaned through his orgasm.
Before James’s mind could emerge from the post-orgasm haze, Cassian placed his hand over James’s and began moving them both.
Within seconds, Cassian began to come, shooting warm ejaculate onto James’s stomach and the mattress space between them.
Afterward, the men kissed their foreheads together, both of them still slightly breathless.
“Thank you, Cassian,” James rasped.
Cassian hummed a light laugh.
“Anytime.”