Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
JETT
“I love you, husband,” Eddie whispered against Jett’s neck. Hot breath made the hairs on Jett’s body stand on end while one large palm trailed down Jett’s left side to his waist, his hip, his thigh. Large fingers trailed slowly over sensitive skin, sending a shiver up Jett’s spine.
“Husband.” Jett’s voice was heavy in his throat, catching on every syllable as desire rushed through his veins, pooled in his guts. He was almost embarrassed that he was hard just from Eddie’s gentle touch, his soft voice, the love that was finally set in stone.
A soft, warm kiss on the crook of his neck. Another on his shoulder, then Eddie’s tongue trailed further down as he pulled Jett against him. He was naked, too, his chest burning against Jett’s back. One hand still made lazy trails up and down his thigh while the other gripped Jett’s shoulder.
“I love you, Ji-tae. More than anything.” His voice was as rich and sweet as honey. He kissed back to Jett’s neck, up to his ear, lulled Jett into a stupor.
Eddie rarely used Jett’s given name, but tonight he did, over and over again. And it sounded like a prayer in the dark.
Jett leaned against Eddie, eyes closed, head lolling to one side to let Eddie do as he pleased. He never wanted Eddie to stop touching him.
Teeth nipped his earlobe, the skin beneath.
“Uhn,” he moaned, high and breathy. “Eddie…” Though Jett had never been a religious or spiritual man, he breathed Eddie’s name like prayer. To the Astral Gods. To the stars. To the Void between. Being with Eddie was as close to worship as anything had ever felt for Jett.
“Yes, love?” Eddie took Jett’s hands in his own, rubbed them over his scarred abdomen, pressing just enough for a little lance of pain to slice through the pleasure. It didn’t really hurt, not in a way that made Jett want to stop.
Jett retrieved his hands and turned around. Eddie looked down at him, his green eyes wide, mouth turned up in a soft smile.
“We finally doing this?” Jett pushed up on his toes and pulled Eddie down into a kiss. Strong hands wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened and Eddie’s tongue insisted that Jett part his lips to give it entrance.
Jett was almost drowning in Eddie.
Eddie hands trailed down over his ass to his thighs and picked him up.
The wind was knocked out of him as Eddie pushed him up against the wall, mouth hot and insistent, teeth nibbling on Jett’s lip and tongue.
Jett wrapped his legs securely around Eddie’s waist, dug his hands into Eddie’s curly hair.
His cock rubbed against chiseled abs, hitting just the right spots.
And Jett felt himself standing on the edge of release already.
“Fuck, Ed.” Jett’s eyes rolled back in his head. It had been so long since they were like this, since they’d had the opportunity, the time. “If you don’t fuck me tonight I’m gonn—” Eddie’s lips stopped him from finishing his threat.
Eddie laid him amongst the piles of pillows and soft blankets, dug in the drawer beside the bed and threw something on the covers. Jett reveled as Eddie knelt above him with hunger burning in his emerald eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Eddie’s voice vibrated against Jett’s skin, low and husky. His lips were soft this time and so were his hands as they trailed down Jett’s body to his hips, tracing the red scar tissue recently added to Jett’s collection.
“Shut up and kiss me, Ed.” It was more a plea than a command.
Eddie kissed him briefly, then planted kisses across his chest, one on his checkmark scar, and continued further down. Each kiss upon his tender skin made Jett twitch and writhe. He rubbed himself against his lover—his husband—looking for some kind of higher pleasure
“Ah!” He gasped, back arching as Eddie took his cock into his warm mouth. His tongue playful as he worked. Down and back up, he moved slow, methodical, as Jett fought for more.
“St-stop,” he cried out. Eddie made eye contact with him as he sank down once more and popped off, licking his lips dry. There was a smirk on Eddie’s face, a gleam in his eyes as he enjoyed his effect on Jett and his body.
“Did you miss me that much, Little Rose?” Eddie purred. He slipped one arm under Jett and flipped him over onto his stomach, trailed his fingers down Jett’s back.
A bottle opened with a pop, and then Eddie’s fingers pressed against Jett, rubbing small circles as he moaned. Then one long finger slipped inside and Jett flinched as pressure and pleasure combined.
“Are you okay?” Eddie’s voice was full of concern as he pressed a kiss to Jett’s shoulder. “We don’t have to do this.”
He was wrong. Jett was about to explode like a supernova, and it would be so much worse if they stopped now.
This was that final hurdle they had to jump.
Jett needed this to happen. He’d missed Eddie’s hands on him, missed the intimacy, the way Eddie was only fully open when they fucked.
And Jett was covetous of that because he was the only one who truly got to see Eddie.
He was the only person who really knew the true Eddie Stone.
“Just…” Jett looked back. Eddie’s face was as soft as his voice had been, and close, hovering just over Jett’s shoulder. “Just take it slow. It’s been a while.” Jett felt his face flush.
Eddie kissed him. “Tell me if I hurt you.” His hand returned to its previous ministrations as he kissed Jett.
A second finger joined the first, and then a third, and Jett had to bite his lip to keep from moaning, had to bury his hands in the blankets to stop himself from reaching under his hips for his cock.
He wanted Eddie to be the one to coax his orgasm out of him.
It wasn’t the same if he had to do it himself.
It never had been the same once he’d been with Eddie.
Eddie’s fingers retreated and Jett couldn’t contain a whimper.
“Shh,” Eddie said as he rolled Jett back over and kissed him again.
“Don’t shush me, Farm Boy,” he growled as Eddie turned his attention to the bottle of lube.
This was a part of it, too. Eddie made him whimper, made him whine and beg while they did foreplay.
Then Eddie would have to be the one to listen to him, to beg him for release.
They’d perfected this dance over time. It was one thing that had never been neglected, this delicate balance of power between them.
Eddie dropped the bottle, grabbed Jett’s hands and pinned them above his head. His hips dug into Jett’s, their groins rubbing over each other. “And what would you prefer I do?”
Jett glared up at him, their noses were close enough to touch and he could feel Eddie’s breath coming heavy.
He smiled, pushed himself up to capture Eddie’s lips.
He teased and nibbled and squirmed until Eddie let his grip loosen, lost as he was in Jett.
Then Jett used his strength to flip them over so he was on top, straddling Eddie’s stomach.
A sharp pain made him twitch, but it fled just as quick.
“That’s better,” Jett said. “Right where you’re supposed to be, Captain.”
Eddie glared at him for half a second before pulling Jett down into a kiss that was harder, more insistent. Jett broke away from the kiss and slid down that muscular chest until he felt Eddie’s hands. One was sliding over his cock as the other rubbed more lube against Jett.
Jett slid down onto Eddie slowly, head thrown back, hands clasping Eddie’s.
It had been so long, and there should have been more foreplay, but this was how Jett liked it, with a little pain from the stretch.
He pulled up once, twice, before sinking fully down.
It took all of his failing self-control to wait, to let himself get used to this feeling again.
To being full, to all his senses focused on Eddie inside and below him.
He stayed still, Eddie moaning softly, whining and begging Jett to move his hips. Eddie’s hands pulled out of Jett’s to clasp his hips.
Jett wanted to go slow, to savor this after so many months. He leaned back, bracing himself against Eddie’s thighs, and rolled his hips. They both cried out as they found the right rhythm. Eddie was quieter, softer than Jett, as always.
Jett leaned forward, changing the way he moved.
And at some point he lost all sense except for the rolling of hips and Eddie’s hands on him, their mouths pressed together to catch each other’s moans and curses, their declarations of love.
If it weren’t for the twinges in his stomach, he could believe that nothing had changed, that they hadn’t gone through a hell of their own making.
But he didn’t want to think about that right now.
Tonight, right now, was just about him and Eddie and their love.
Jett knew when Eddie was close. He sat up, pulled their chests together, one hand slid between them to stroke Jett.
The other held Jett by the back of his neck so that their foreheads were pressed together and they stared into each other’s eyes.
That green was so bright, so filled with stars, and it burned into Jett as everything else faded away in ecstasy.
Jett came to with his head pressed to Eddie’s shoulder, a hand buried in his hair and another wrapped around his waist, Eddie muttered sweet nothings in his ear.
“Love?” Eddie asked quietly. “Are you still there?”
Jett nodded but didn’t say anything.
“We need to clean up.”
Jett nodded again. He could feel fluids on his stomach, his ass, dripping down his leg, but he didn’t care as long as Eddie was holding him. It wasn’t going to last forever, but it was all he wanted.
“Just a little while longer, Ed.” Jett pressed himself closer, felt Eddie curl around him, wrapping him in the comfort of his warm embrace.
Jett wanted to remember this feeling because he knew that another hell was brewing under their feet and love and gentleness was going to be far from their minds.