Chapter 16 #2
“I’ll clean you up.” He jumped up and walked up to Fallon, taking him by the hips and easing him gently back against the closed door. “And then I’ll clean you up.”
Fallon swallowed heavily. “Yeah?”
Leaning in, Gage kissed along the side of Fallon’s neck where he liked the most. His body went lax in Gage’s arms, and when Gage kissed him again, he sagged forward. “Like that? You feeling needy?”
“Mm.”
“Been thinking about this?”
Fallon shuddered, then lifted his head up and went in for a kiss. Gage let Fallon do the work—let his mouth find his, let his tongue gently tip past his lips. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate from the little mints he always kept on him.
“I’m obsessed with you,” Gage said.
Fallon snorted and pulled back. “Yeah?”
Touching his jaw, Gage dragged a touch into Fallon’s windswept hair and tugged gently. “I’m in love with you.”
Fallon’s pink cheeks darkened into a full, ruddy blush. “I love you.”
Linking fingers together, Gage drew Fallon through the room and into the bathroom, letting go only to start the water going in the shower.
When it was running, he turned to the bath and started it.
Fallon would only soak after he’d been washed off, and Gage wanted to take his time with his boyfriend—to really draw out his pleasure and help him relax after two weeks of stress hell.
“Are you sure?” Fallon eyed the tub warily. “The water bill…”
“Will survive with the occasional bath and shower,” Gage said. He dropped a lavender bath bomb in along with an oil melt, then walked over to Fallon and began to strip him.
Fallon’s limbs were loose and easy as he let Gage maneuver him, and it wasn’t long before he was standing stark naked in front of Gage.
He was as gorgeous as ever—a little different and rounder in the middle, but not unrecognizable.
Gage pressed all ten of his fingers to Fallon’s square hips, then dragged a firm touch upward.
Fallon groaned and rocked his hips forward. “I really want you.”
“And I’m going to make you come, sweetheart. I promise. So let’s get all this sand off you, and then we can soak in the tub.” Gage quickly stripped out of his sweats and then stepped under the water first to make sure the temperature was the way Fallon liked before he beckoned him inside.
They didn’t linger there. Gage cleaned them both off with purposeful sweeps of the washcloth, watching as the bubbles swirled down the drain.
Fallon groaned when Gage went for his hair, leaning against him for a short, indulgent moment. “Love this.”
“Mm,” Gage hummed, kissing the side of his neck again. “Let’s get into the tub now, yeah?”
Fallon nodded and kept his feet on the mats as he stepped out of the shower and toward the bath, which was almost full. Gage turned off the water, then slipped in first, pulling Fallon along with him to settle between his legs.
On the side of the tub was a little box that Gage kept full of things that Fallon liked. Some of them were massage oils. But one of them was not. He slipped his finger through the silicone ring and dipped it into the water before turning it on.
Fallon’s legs spasmed. “Oh…are you…?”
“Yeah. If you want.”
Fallon swallowed heavily. “I want.”
Gage was careful, aware of how much pressure Fallon liked on his dick.
Vibrations weren’t always his thing, but when they were, it was a quick way to get him off.
He rubbed it with the right amount of pressure that had Fallon squirming, his head twisting from side to side as pleasure ripped through him.
“You like that?”
“Mm.”
“Say it. Tell me how much,” Gage whispered against his ear.
“So much. You make me so horny, Gage.”
His dick twitched against Fallon’s back. He loved the way his boyfriend spoke. Loved the way he said things simple and easy—no flowery words. No making Gage dig around for deeper meaning.
“You like when I stroke your dick?”
“Like it,” Fallon murmured. His thighs were trembling, and Gage knew he was close.
He hit the button to speed up the vibration and pressed harder, rubbing up and down the length of his cock until Fallon sat up halfway, his whole body going tense as he came.
He gasped and twisted his hips away, so Gage quickly took the vibe out of the water and turned it off before dropping it back into the box.
Fallon collapsed backward with a heavy sigh, his eyes half-lidded. “That was nice.”
“Can you give me another?”
Fallon blinked up at him. “Mm. Want you to fuck me in the bed.”
Gage leaned down and kissed him. “I can absolutely do that.” He stepped out of the tub carefully, wrapping a towel around his waist before easing Fallon out. He took his time touching him—over his collarbones, down his sternum, over his stomach, then cupping between his legs.
Fallon groaned and rocked his hips downward as Gage’s fingers played with his front. “Love that. Love it,” he whispered.
Gage turned them both, twisting his arm a bit so he could position Fallon in front of the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he told him. “Look how fucking amazing pleasure looks on you.” He pushed two fingers inside, then used his thumb to rub up and down Fallon’s dick.
“You take my fingers so fucking well, my darling. Fuck. Look at you.”
“Hnng,” Fallon whined as he began to bounce on his feet, forcing Gage’s fingers deeper.
“Yeah. Fuck. That’s right, sweetheart. Take it, take it as deep as you want it. I’m all yours.”
Fallon quickly shook his head, and Gage’s hand immediately stilled. “Fuck me like this. Make me watch.”
Gage pushed his fingers in a little deeper. “In here? Like this?”
“Mm. Don’t want lube and prep. Just want you.”
Gage wasted no time guiding Fallon’s hands to the sink, and then he lifted him by the hips and slotted his cock right into the opening in his front. Fallon gasped, his insides twitching around Gage, and he thrust his hips back, taking him all the way in.
“Ohhhh fuck,” Fallon gasped. He was slick and hot and squeezing around Gage’s cock. “Hard. Want it hard.”
Gage wasn’t going to go too hard, but he’d give Fallon what he was begging for. He wrapped one hand around his waist, using his free hand to tip Fallon’s chin up so he was looking at them both. Gage stared into his eyes in the mirror as he pulled his hips back, then thrust up.
Hard.
Fallon gasped, rolling his hips backward. The pleasure of it was so intense, Gage felt the first vestiges of his orgasm start to burn low in his groin.
“I’m not gonna last long, my darling,” he murmured, kissing the side of Fallon’s neck. “So get a good look because I’m going to stroke your dick and fill you up with my come.”
Fallon sucked in a breath as Gage began to fuck him in earnest, hard enough to bring him to his toes, guiding him with the arm around his waist as his other hand dipped low to take his dick.
It was thick and hard and throbbing as Gage began to stroke in time with his thrusts, and he felt it when Fallon was about to let go.
“Yeah, like that, my good boy. Just like that. Watch yourself come all over my cock.”
“Fuck, fuck,” Fallon gasped. He bent forward, sucking in a heaving breath as he let go, and Gage didn’t last much longer than that. He spilled and spilled, hot ropes deep inside his boyfriend until his legs threatened to give out.
By the time he pulled away, Fallon was sagging over the sink, and Gage had to nearly lift him into his arms to get him to the bed. They both collapsed on the sheets next to Fallon’s work bag, and Gage rolled toward him with a grin.
“How was that?”
“Amazing,” Fallon said. “Exactly what I needed.”
“Good. Because I—” Gage’s words were cut off when Fallon’s phone began to buzz. “Want me to get that for you?”
Fallon nodded, so Gage sat up and pawed around until he found the phone. The screen had an unknown number, and his stomach sank. He had a feeling he knew what it was.
He hit Answer and pressed it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Fallon Montez?”
“He’s right here.” Gage held the phone away. “I think it’s the test results,” he told his boyfriend.
Fallon went white as a sheet. “Put it on speaker.”
Gage did, with a trembling finger, then held the phone out.
Fallon cleared his throat. “Yes. Hi. I’m here.”
“Mr. Montez. My name is Greg Burke. I’ve been appointed as mediator regarding the case with Charles Scott.”
“Okay,” Fallon said quietly.
“If you’re available, I’d like to go over the results with you at my office tomorrow.”
Fallon swallowed heavily. “Will he be there?”
“Due to the order of protection, he will not. We will meet separately.”
Fallon let out a breath and looked at Gage. Gage’s heart was trying to beat out of his chest, but he was holding his panic back. “Can you make tomorrow work?”
Gage nodded. He’d do whatever it took. “I will be there.”
Swallowing heavily, Fallon said, “Yeah. We can be there.”
“Wonderful. Thank you for your time.”
The line went dead, and Gage dropped the phone. Fallon was shaking, so Gage quickly pinned him with his body and kissed along his neck until he relaxed. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
“Is that weird though? That they want to see me? What could they want? Will they tell me they’re going to take Mango after they’re born for Charlie and—”
“No,” Gage said firmly. He pushed up on one arm and carefully moved a collection of curls off Fallon’s forehead. “No, my darling. Our baby isn’t going anywhere. This is probably just a formality. Okay?”
Fallon breathed out. “Okay.”
“And I will be there with you.” Gage fell beside him, then wrapped around him tightly, determined not to move until Fallon was ready. And if that took all night, so be it.