Chapter 19
"There it is," I breathed.
Because his body finally gave. I felt it happen.
The tight clench of him going loose all at once, his hole opening around my cock and pulling me in instead of fighting me, and the sound he made against my neck flipped from pain into pleasure.
I sank in another inch, slow, through all that slick heat, until I was buried to the root and we both forgot how to breathe.
"Oh, fuck," he gasped. "Oh my god."
"Yeah." I had to grit my teeth to hold still. He was so tight it was almost too much, gripping every inch of me, sweat already sliding down my spine. "That's it. You took all of me. Look at you."
I started to move. Slow drags out to the tip, slow presses back in, watching his face the whole time.
Every time his breath caught I eased off; every time he pushed his hips up greedy for more I gave it to him.
The slick sound of it filled the room. His dick was leaking between us, smearing wet across both our stomachs every time our bodies met, and the sight of it — Alex spread open and dripping under me — went straight to my balls.
"Good," I told him, and watched the word land, watched his whole body lift toward it. "That's it, baby. You're doing so good for me."
He whined at that — at for me — and clenched around my cock so hard I cursed.
"Liam—"
"My golden boy." I hooked my arm under his knee and shoved it up toward his chest, opening him wider, and drove in deeper at the new angle. He nearly came off the bed.
"Oh — fuck — there, right there—"
"Yeah? Right here?" I ground into the same spot and his eyes rolled. "That's the spot, huh."
"Yes — God — don't stop—"
I picked up the pace, hips snapping now, the bed knocking the wall, his cock bouncing against his stomach with every thrust, both of us slick with sweat.
His hand fisted in my hair, his other hand clawing at my back, and his eyes were wet and blown black and locked on mine like I was the only solid thing left.
And right there, balls-deep in him with his leg over my arm, the fear hit me sideways — that this was the thing I'd never let happen, that there was no armor left if he ever walked away. I'd watched headlights leave a driveway as a kid and learned not to need anybody this bad.
I shoved it down and fucked him harder. There wasn't any armor left to lose anyway. I'd handed it to him weeks ago on a bench by the river. This was more than sex. More than a boyfriend.
"C'mere." I pulled out just long enough to drag him up with me, sat back on my heels and hauled him into my lap, and he sank back down onto my cock with a broken moan, taking me even deeper at the new angle.
Chest to chest now. His thighs around my waist, his arms around my neck, his hole stretched tight and hot around the base of me.
"Oh — fuck, Liam—"
"I know. Ride it. Slow." I gripped his hips, fingers digging in, and rolled him down onto me. "I've got you. Just like that. Good."
And he rode me, gorgeous and wrecked, sweat running down his chest, his cock trapped hard and dripping between our stomachs, his ass working up and down my length while I guided him by the hips and ran my mouth low against his ear.
Just like that. Take it. You're perfect.
Look at you. He soaked up every word like he'd been starving for it his whole life, riding faster, his breath breaking apart.
"Liam — I'm close — I can't—"
"Yeah you can. Come for me. Wanna feel it."
I got a hand between us and wrapped it around his cock, slick and hot and pulsing, and stroked him in time with the way he was riding me — and that was it.
He came apart. His dick erupted in my fist, hot cum spilling over my fingers and striping up across my stomach and chest in thick pulses I could feel land, his mouth breaking open around my name, his whole body locking down.
And the way his hole clenched around me when he came — gripping me from the inside, tight and rhythmic — that was what finished me. The feel of his cum dripping down my knuckles and his ass spasming around my cock at the same time, and I went over before I could think to stop it.
It started low, deep in my gut, the coil winding tight and then snapping all at once.
It rolled up my spine and broke white behind my eyes, every muscle in me clenching and releasing in long waves, my hips stuttering up into him on their own.
I came deep inside him and felt myself let go, felt the heat pour out of me and into him, pulse after pulse, filling him up while he shook in my lap, the helpless full-body shudder of it buried in the most important person in my life.
Both arms wrapped all the way around him. My face in his neck. Some broken sound leaving me I didn't recognize as mine.
And in the white blank middle of it, the last of whatever armor I had left just — went.
Gone. Twenty years of keeping a wall up so nobody could get close enough to leave me, and I let the whole thing fall for him, in a bed too small for one person, the springs screaming and neither of us caring who heard it through the cinderblock.
We came down slow. Tangled. Sweat-slick and wrecked and breathing like we'd just pulled a 2k.
I eased him back down onto the narrow mattress and stretched out beside him.
Half on top of him, because there was no room not to be, and for a while neither of us said anything.
His heart going under my palm. The lamp still on.
Outside, footsteps on the path, a door somewhere, the whole ordinary world that had no idea.
"Hey," Alex said. His voice was shot.
"Yeah."
He turned his head on the pillow and looked at me.
"I'm yours," he said with that a brightness in his eyes.
"I know," I said. And then, because he was looking at me like he needed the rest of it: "You always were. And I've always been yours."
He huffed a little laugh and hid his face in my shoulder, and I felt him smile against my skin.
I lay there with him heavy and warm against my side.
I thought about the phone call with mom when she asked me — does he know how lucky he is?
Looking at him now, half gone into sleep against my chest… this guy walked away from a dynasty, put his fist through Marcus's face for me… I knew my mom had it backwards.
He wasn't the lucky one. I was. I just never knew luck was a thing that happened to guys like me.
And lying there in a bed built for one, I let myself look to the future.
Not the next race or the next paycheck or the next thing to survive.
Actual forward. Some future where me and Alex were living together.
Coming home to a person. Being the guy who stays and the guy who gets stayed for.
A kid who watched headlights leave, letting himself believe, just this once, that some headlights pull in and don't leave again.
It scared the hell out of me.
I didn't pull away.
"You still awake?" Alex murmured.
"Yeah."
"Good." He pressed closer, into space there wasn't any of. "Don't go anywhere."
"It's my bed, Alex. Where am I gonna go."
"Just—" A breath, already half under. "Stay."
"I'm staying," I said.
I reached over and turned off the lamp and pulled the blanket up over the both of us, and in the dark the narrow bed held us and everything else just fine.