Chapter 12
“I am so glad to be home,” Seamus said as he closed their front door.
“It was a long night of traveling, but it was worth it to see everyone for Christmas, right?” DJ curled his arms around him and rested his head on his chest.
The redeye flight and the drive were terrible, but that wasn’t what had Seamus on edge.
“Next time we go to Claddagh, let’s get a hotel room.”
DJ raised his head and stared at him. “In what scenario do you think we can go visit our family and not stay with either my sister, your parents, or one of your brothers?”
“The scenario in which there are too many people in all of their houses and we don’t have enough privacy!” After having spent his entire life not giving much thought to sex, Seamus now found he couldn’t go without it when it came to his husband.
“We made it work.”
Hushed hand jobs barely took the edge off his desire for this man, and now that they were alone, Seamus was going to give them what he knew they both craved.
“We’re unpacking later.” He took DJ’s hand in his and led him to their bedroom. “Right now, we’re going to shower and then we’re getting in bed.”
Once they got to the bathroom, he crowded DJ against the wall, lifted him up, and pressed him against it as he dipped forward for a deep, messy kiss.
“Ungh,” DJ moaned, catching up quickly. “Want you.”
He set him down and then made fast work of taking off his clothes while DJ did the same, then he turned on the water and pulled him into the shower.
It wasn’t a huge space, but it was big enough for them to fit together.
He didn’t waste time and hurriedly got himself clean.
Once he was finished, he pulled DJ close for another kiss.
“Let’s get in bed,” DJ said breathlessly.
He said, “Okay,” but with the hot, slick body in his arms, he couldn’t pull away so he kissed DJ again and lowered his hand. “I love your ass.” He squeezed it and then snaked his fingers into his soapy crease and pushed two inside.
“Fuck!” DJ gasped. He clutched Seamus’s shoulders and looked up at him. “That feels so good but my legs are going to buckle. Can we get in bed?”
“Yes.” He pumped his fingers a few more times and then reluctantly pulled away and rinsed DJ off.
Thankfully, it didn’t take them long to get out, dry off, and climb onto the mattress. Once they did, Seamus pressed his mouth to DJ’s again, desperate to taste him.
“Let me get the lube.” DJ reached for the nightstand.
“Nuh uh.” Seamus flipped him over, cupped both sides of his ass, and spread him open.
“Been craving this all week.” He buried his face in DJ’s trench and dragged his tongue from bottom to top.
“Fuck yes.” Aroused beyond reason, he took himself in hand and stroked as he licked and sucked the clean, soft skin.
“Oh God, Seamus,” DJ cried breathlessly. He gasped for air and moaned as Seamus ate at him. When he pointed his tongue and pressed it into his hole, DJ went wild, reaching back to tangle his fingers in Seamus’s hair and pushing his ass against his face.
He was going to come and he wanted to take DJ with him, so he feverishly fucked his tongue into his hole while he fisted his own cock.
“Seamus.” DJ’s voice broke. “Oh God.”
Knowing his husband’s body better than his own, he understood exactly how to take him where he needed to go. Still licking his crease, he shoved his finger into his saliva-slicked opening and rubbed his gland.
“Ah!” DJ shouted and clenched down around him. “Ah.” He arched his back and spasmed as he came.
“Mmm.” Hand still stripping his own shaft, Seamus pulled his finger out and replaced it with his tongue, needing that final push to bring himself over the edge.
He pressed his mouth to DJ’s ass and kept laving, sucking, and tongue-fucking his opening until his own body tightened and he finally found his release.
DJ flipped over, his chest heaving. “How are you so fucking good at that?”
He kissed DJ’s cheek and then rested his head on his belly.
“It’s easy to be good at something when you enjoy it, and I really, really love doing that.
” He moved his hand to DJ’s crease and caressed the soft skin.
“I swear, I could live in your ass.” Fingers, tongue, cock, he couldn’t keep himself away.
Thankfully, DJ liked it nearly as much as he did.
“We should tell Lucas that you’re taking over his class because everyone needs to learn from your expertise. The world would be a much happier place if people experienced this.”
He snorted. “Honestly, I hadn’t thought of doing it until he was talking about it, so in an unexpected development, I owe a thank-you to Lucas Rieka for sharing a great idea.”
DJ brushed his fingers through Seamus’s hair. “I'm meeting up with him and Todd Smitty tonight, so you’ll get your chance to do that.”
“Are you having a good time with your friends?” he asked DJ as he set his drinks down on the bar.
Todd Smitty and Lucas Reika were seated at one of the tables and he had come up for refills.
“Yeah, we haven’t all been out together in a long time.”
DJ’s hand was on the bar so Seamus reached out and caressed his fingers. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from beautiful blue eyes in his favorite face. It was past time for them to make their relationship public, and he planned to raise that with DJ after work.
“I should bring Todd his beer.”
“You should.”
DJ didn’t pull his hand away or move so Seamus didn’t either.
“Seamus, can I get a refill?” one of his customers called out.
“I guess you need to go too.” DJ smiled at him.
“Seems that way.” He sighed and straightened. “Go have fun. I’ll get you to myself later.”
He tried to focus on his customers and not stare at his husband across the bar, and he mostly succeeded until a couple of men he didn’t recognize approached DJ’s table and sat down, one of them beside him. Seamus frowned.
From his distance, he couldn’t hear anything they were saying above the ambient noise, but DJ didn’t look happy and Todd seemed even worse.
Lucas was delighted, which was honestly the most concerning reaction of all.
He was coming up with an excuse to go over there when he saw them all suddenly shift their attention toward the front door.
Seamus looked in the same direction and saw Richard Davis glowering their way, enraged.
Deciding to check with him on whether there was some trouble, he walked around the bar, but before he reached him, Todd weirdly hopped up onto his chair, climbed over the stranger, jumped down to the floor, and then raced to the door.
Seamus turned to DJ who had stood up and was watching the whole scene seemingly as confused as he felt. “What’s going on?” he asked DJ and Lucas once he reached their table.
“I don’t—” DJ stopped midsentence and stared at the sheriff who was now making out with his friend. “Huh.” He turned to Lucas. “Did you know about this?”
“Yep,” Lucas said smugly. He flicked his gaze back and forth between him and DJ. “I know all sorts of things.”
Really, continuing to keep their relationship a secret was ridiculous. “Do you?” he said to Lucas.
“Are you two seriously going to pretend you haven’t been hooking up? I know I’m pretty, but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb.”
DJ moved around the guy in the chair next to him and over to Seamus. “So,” he said, looking up at him.
“So.” He smiled down at his husband.
“What do you think?”
“I think I got you a present when we were in Claddagh and I’ve been trying to think of the best time to give it to you.”
“A present?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring he had gotten for DJ, along with a matching one for himself.
The concept was original to Ireland but everyone in the community wore them when they got married.
The bands varied and he had chosen a smooth flat one for comfort.
Like all Claddagh rings, the center held a crown for loyalty and commitment, sitting atop a heart for love and affection, clasped by two hands for friendship and companionship.
DJ looked at his palm and then raised his watery gaze. “Now seems like a good time.” He blinked. “I’m ready.” Then he held his trembling hand out to him.
Seamus slid the ring over his finger, brought his hand to his mouth, and kissed it. “I love you.”
Sniffling, DJ leaned into Seamus’s chest and held onto him. “I love you too.”
“Did you two just get engaged?” Lucas sounded shocked. Apparently, he didn’t know everything.
“Nah. We’ve been married for months.” He kissed the top of DJ’s head. “Hopefully the rings will clear up any confusion.”
“You’re married?”
DJ nodded and brushed his hand over his eyes, wiping away the wetness. “You know how it is. When you find the perfect guy, you need to lock him down fast so he can’t escape.”
He cupped DJ’s cheek, caressing it. “I already escaped, and it turns out, I was running straight to you all along. Funny how that happened.”
“I guess you can’t outrun fate.”
“Guess not.” He grinned. “All it takes is thousands of miles, a lot of years, and a few stubborn family members and then, boom, fate prevails.”
“I’m grateful it was me,” DJ said.
“It never could have been anyone else.”
The End