Chapter Thirty-Four Si
Si’s whole body was ablaze. The bits that touched Zig—and there were plenty of them—were incandescent. Zig felt so right in his arms. More than that. It was like part of Si had been missing, ever since he’d left Zig in London, and now he was whole again.
Si tried to be gentle with his kisses, but Zig was like he’d been starving for this.
Like he wanted to eat Si up, and fuck knew, Si was on board with that.
He let Zig push him up against the wall, and if he was honest, he was grateful for the support.
His head felt like it was about to float off and his knees didn’t seem all that reliable right now.
Zig had both hands shoved down the back of his jeans now, holding him tight while they kissed, tongues getting everywhere.
Si had a stiffy the size of St. Michael’s Tower, and it felt like it’d been neglected for centuries too. He couldn’t help moaning into Zig’s mouth.
Zig shivered and broke the kiss. “Jesus, fuck, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“Hope it’s something like what you’re doing to me,” Si told him fervently.
“I never . . .” Zig stopped, his face contorted. “Never thought I could have this again. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
Si couldn’t stand the look on his face, so he kissed him again, hard. “You can have anything you want. Anytime.”
Zig half sobbed a laugh. “Sure about that? I might have got into some kinky shit while we were apart.”
“Eh. I’m open-minded.” Si gave him a gentle and hopefully reassuring smile. “Come to bed and we can talk about safewords and stuff.” Then he hesitated. “Uh, that is, if we’re heading to the bedroom? Cos we can totally stay on the sofa if you’d rather . . .”
Zig’s laugh sounded happier this time. “Bedroom. Unless you don’t wanna? Cos honestly, you’re a big bastard these days. If we start on the sofa, I guarantee we’re gonna land on the floor sooner rather than later.”
Si beamed. “Well, what are you waiting for, then?” He pulled Zig into the bedroom, and somehow they ended up on the bed, fully clothed. Boots and all. “Is it a leather fetish you’ve got into?” Si managed to ask. “If you give me a mo, I can get me biking gear—”
Zig silenced him with a kiss, one hand tangled in his hair. “No fetishes,” he said shakily when they paused to draw breath. “All I want is right here. Although it’s got way too many clothes on,” he added, and now the old glint was back in his blue eye.
“Could say the same for you,” Si countered. Then he sat up and pulled off his shirt.
“Fuck me,” Zig breathed, staring at his chest.
Si looked down a bit self-consciously. “Hope you don’t mind a bit of hair. Never could see the point of waxing and that.”
“You’re perfect.” Zig buried his face in the fur between Si’s pecs, which did all sorts of things to Si’s heart rate. Then he looked up and grinned. “Can floss me teeth while I’m here.”
Si laughed. “Come on then. Show us what you got.”
Zig gave an awkward little half shrug. “Hasn’t changed much since the last time you saw it.”
He peeled off his work shirt, and Si drank in the sight. He was still slender but not as waifish as he’d been as a teenager. The planes of him were harder but still with a hint of vulnerability. Si raised a hand and gently stroked the bared skin. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
Zig’s brown eye was almost black. “I’d do anything for you, you know that?”
It made Si’s heart hurt, and his voice was hoarse when he said, “You ain’t gotta do nothing.”
“No?” Zig’s voice was a whisper. “Cos I want to do everything with you.”
And then Si could hardly keep track of what was going on, how they got their kit off and who was on top of who, cos his heart was the size of a harvest moon and all his thinking was going on below the belt, not that he was wearing one no more.
They kissed, and touched, and neither of them had the patience for anything fancy.
When Si gripped their dicks in one hand, fireworks going off in every nerve, Zig let out a strangled moan.
It wasn’t long before they were both crying out and spilling all over each other, their come mingling together, never to be separated.
Si was panting like he’d run a bloody marathon as he drew Zig close, not giving a damn that they’d end up stuck to each other. “So bloody glad you came back,” he whispered into blue-tinted hair. “No buggering off now, all right?”
“You got it,” Zig whispered back, and there wasn’t a trace of a lie in his voice.
Finally, Si could trust him.