Chapter 15 #2
“You want to go for round two? Maybe in the bed ’cause the water’s getting cold.” And messy.
“That sounds perfect. I’ll clean up and be right there.”
“Or we could just rinse off and throw some towels on the floor. The actual cleaning can wait ’til morning, right?” Pete didn’t have to be on top of everything all the time.
Pete offered him a quick, almost naughty grin. “I do like how you think.”
“I’m letting the little brain do the thinking,” he admitted, standing up and then helping Pete up too.
Pete patted his cock, eyes dancing. “He’s smart too.”
Bay laughed as his prick reacted to Pete’s touch. “Both brains are pretty darn enamoured of you.”
They got the worst of the water cleaned up and then put on pajama pants and settled in bed, curling up together under the comforters. It was warm and cozy, and the room felt more like home than it had since he’d moved into it.
He didn’t know how to tell Pete that, so he turned to him and kissed him, putting everything he couldn’t say into it.
“Mmm… hey.” Pete was relaxed, easy, cuddled into him.
“Hey. You still want to go for round two?” It was easy to want Pete. The man was sexy, and slinky, and right here in his arms.
“I’m a little sore. Can we be… gentle?”
“Oh damn, I’m sorry!” And it was his fault; he’d been too impatient to get any sort of lube other than what the bath-bombed water had provided. “I think I have some cream that will help.”
“Don’t be upset. It’s just… it’s not a bad tender. I like knowing that you were inside me.” Okay, that was sweet.
He stroked Pete’s back, let his hand slide down to cup the man’s lovely little ass. “I’m going to go grab the cream and apply it. Then we can totally do non-butt stuff that’s still fun.” Because he wanted to make Pete come again, he wanted to share another orgasm with him.
Pete chuckled softly. “We can do whatever feels good. I like making love to you.”
“Yeah, me too. You though. I mean to you.” He shook his head as he climbed back out of bed. “You know what I mean.”
“I do. I know. You’re a good man.” Pete welcomed him with eager arms as he returned with the cream.
“Turn around for me so I can get your butt all creamy.” He knew exactly how that sounded, which is why he’d put it like that.
Pete burst out laughing but did as he asked, and Bay tugged down his sleep pants, then gently applied some of the topical cream, knowing it would help ease Pete’s slightly raw skin and make it so he wasn’t hurting anymore in the morning.
“That’s so… intimate,” Pete whispered.
“The injury happened intimately so this is only fair.” He placed a kiss on Pete’s right ass cheek, then lay down and tugged Pete back into his arms.
“Not an injury. Just a stretch.”
“You’ll have to stretch more often. Right? Isn’t that how stretching works?”
“It is. We’ll have to spend more nights together.”
“I like the sound of that.” This sharing a bath and then bed together felt good. He tilted Pete’s head up and took a kiss. “You can come, sleep with me. Please.”
“I’d love that. We should talk to the kids, though.”
He thought about that, not sure what the kids would think, but Pete was right. They needed to tell them.
“We get to do this first though, eh?”
“Yes. We get to do this.” Pete beamed at him. “Absolutely.”
“You know what I’ve never done? A sixty-nine. It sounds like fun.” The idea of getting blown while blowing was enticing.
“Never? Really?” Pete grinned at him, eyes dancing. “Me either.”
“No? A daisy chain, yes, back when we were young and stupid. Sixty-nine. Never. We’ll have to learn together, right?” How hard could it be, though, right? Top and tail and go for it.
“I doubt there’s a lot to learn. We both know about giving head.” Pete winked at him, crawling under the blankets.
Well, he knew more about getting than giving, but Pete’s wasn’t the first cock he’d had in his mouth. It would likely be the last, though, and he liked that thought. He liked it a lot.
It was about time that he found his person.
He hadn’t even known that he needed one.
“So am I turning or are you?” he asked, wagging his eyebrows, trying to make it sexy.
“I’m already down here.” Pete wiggled around, laughter tickling his thighs.
He groaned, hands reaching out to stroke Pete’s thighs. The man’s cock was right there, already filling like it was reaching for his lips. He licked the tip, and Pete gasped, grabbing him and pulling him closer, so that his prick was near that sweet, hungry mouth.
He took Pete’s cock in before he got too distracted by what was going on below his waist, and started sucking gently.
Pete matched his rhythm, keeping him slow and steady, keeping them together.
He opened and closed his hands around Pete’s thighs, letting the pleasure flow through him.
Pete hummed against him, making his eyes cross. Such a hungry, needy man, such a burning mouth.
He tightened up, trying not to hump Pete’s mouth, but he couldn’t stop himself and pushed in deeper.
Pete opened right up, letting him in, one inch at a time.
Groaning around Pete’s cock, he tried to keep focus on what he was doing as well as what was being done to him. Push in and suck on Pete, pull away and suck again.
Pete hummed and sucked and purred, stroking his balls. He would have reciprocated, but at this point, he didn’t know how to make his hands let go of Pete’s thighs, so he just kept sucking, working to make Pete come.
“So good,” he heard. “You taste so good.”
He just groaned. How lucky was he?
He slapped the tip of Pete’s cock with his tongue, then took the long prick as deep as he could. He wanted to make Pete come, make him feel good. He wanted that more than he wanted to come himself.
Pete was matching his motions, his rhythm, everything. It was making him crazy and he could feel his orgasm building in the base of his spine, his balls tightening up. It wasn’t going to be long.
Pete just did it for him, leaving him gasping and grunting and hungry. His lover rolled his balls in their sack, making him a little dizzy.
He squeezed Pete’s thighs in warning. He was about to blow.
Pete deep throated him, swallowing over and over.
He cried out, the sound muffled by Pete’s cock, and came, shooting hard. The pleasure ripped through him like lightning.
He shivered through his orgasm, then focused on Pete, on the needy jerks of those lean hips. He found Pete’s ass with his hands and grabbed hold of it, tugging Pete forward into his mouth.
“Bay!” Pete cried out, shivering hard.
He pulled harder. He wanted Pete to come, he wanted to be the one who made Pete feel good.
Pete pushed in and shot, coming hard enough he shook. “Oh, damn.”
Bay swallowed as much of it down as he could, then slowly let Pete’s cock slip from his mouth. He petted Pete’s ass.
Pete’s cheek was hot and damp against his thigh, breath brushing his skin.
“That was something else.” He could see them doing it again. On a regular basis.
“It was amazing. Seriously.”
“Come back up here.” He tugged on Pete, then wrapped him in his arms. “You’re going to stay for a while, right?” Once they told the kids, he wanted Pete to stay overnight.
“As long as you’ll let me.”
“Okay. Good.” He kissed Pete’s forehead and rested there with him.
“Love you,” Pete whispered. “So much.”
He kissed Pete softly and murmured the words back against his lips. “Love you, too.”
“Then we’ll be fine.” Pete smiled for him. “Just fine.”
Pete had never lied to him yet.
“Okay. I believe you.”