Chapter 19 #3
He growled again, because the shoulder attention had Lincoln’s boxer-covered cock rubbing against his crease.
Lincoln instinctively rutted against him while he licked all around the back of his neck, nibbling the knobs of his spine, exploring his shoulder blades.
He reached a hand between them to toy with Emmett’s balls.
Heat flashed through Emmett’s belly. “Please.”
“Soon.”
The warmth of Lincoln’s proximity left for the thirty seconds it took for him to retrieve the lube and condom from his side table.
Emmett’s insides clenched at the sight of the condom, at once nervous and thrilled.
He wanted Lincoln inside of him, had wanted it for weeks, if he was completely honest with himself.
Emmett had embraced everything else about himself, and it was time to stop hiding this part.
Time to stop pretending he was somehow less gay by denying himself this.
It was time to be true to who he was. Time to love and be loved in return.
He nearly dumped Lincoln off the bed in his haste to turn and shift into a kneeling position.
Lincoln grabbed his shoulder for balance.
Emmett cupped his cheeks in both palms and held him still, trying to put the impact of everything burning hotly inside of him into his eyes and voice. “I love you, too, Lincoln. I do.”
Something tender and beautiful blossomed on Lincoln’s face. “Really?” He sounded so tentative and uncertain, like a child who’d been told Santa Claus was, in fact, real.
“Yes, really. I have for a while, I think, but I’ve never been in love before, so I wanted to be sure. I had to tell you. Before.”
Lincoln curled his palm around the back of Emmett’s neck. “Thank you for loving me.”
“You’re difficult to resist.”
He laughed. “You did try, didn’t you?”
“I was stupid.”
“No, you weren’t. You were caught between two worlds, Em. You had to find a middle ground where you could live and be happy.”
“And I have. With you.”
Lincoln finally kissed him, a hard press of lips that softened into a sensual exploration of each other’s mouths.
Emmett reached into Lincoln’s boxers and began stroking his dick, swallowing the groan Lincoln released.
Lincoln, in turn, thrust his tongue into Emmett’s mouth in time with his strokes, working each other until Lincoln ripped away.
“Fuck, getting close.”
Emmett released him so Lincoln could shimmy out of the last of his clothes.
Emmett lay back, legs spread, and Lincoln finally—finally!
—sucked his dick into his mouth. His last coherent thought about making noise fled at the hard suction on his flesh, the hand fondling his balls while the other fiddled with the lube.
A slick finger pressed at his entrance, rubbing hard without penetrating, while the attack on his dick continued.
Emmett wasn’t sure what to do other than feel, so he closed his eyes and went with that.
Went with the chorus of things happening to his body all at once.
The wonderful pressure in his ass as that wicked finger slid inside.
The pull around his crown as lips toyed with his foreskin. The delight of a palm teasing his sac.
So. Good.
Lincoln sucked him through two fingers in his ass, then lifted his hips and replaced those fingers with his tongue.
Emmett yelled something, because oh my word, it felt so good.
He held his legs up and back, giving Lincoln all the room he needed to lick and stab into his hole.
To get him ready. He urged him to the edge over and over without letting him fall, until Emmett was begging.
Begging for what, he didn’t know, because words made no sense. All he knew was that he needed Lincoln inside of him right the hell now.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, begging like that.” Lincoln licked his nuts. “Can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Now. Please.”
“Say it again.”
“Please.”
“Yeah.”
Emmett resisted Lincoln’s attempt to change positions. “Like this. Want to see your face.”
“You can see my face if you ride me. Might be easier for your first time.”
He grabbed Lincoln’s wrist and squeezed. “But then I’d be holding you down.”
Lincoln’s expression went from must-fuck-now to how-did-I-get-so-lucky in one long blink of his blue, blue eyes. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”
Emmett searched his face for any hint of braggadocio and saw none. He pressed a gentle kiss to Lincoln’s mouth. “Okay.”
The shift in positions turned into a small wrestling match, because Emmett didn’t want to stop touching his boyfriend.
Stroking and tickling and nibbling on any inch of skin his mouth found.
They teased and laughed, and they eventually ended up with Lincoln on his back, Emmett sitting on his thighs.
Emmett clasped their cocks together in both of his hands, lightly jacking them together. Lincoln’s chest and face were delightfully flushed, and he’d long ago lost the ability to breathe in any way besides a pant. He was so wanton and desperate and his.
Lincoln rolled the condom on, then smeared lube over it.
He pumped more lube onto his fingers. Emmett lifted up without direction so Lincoln could press those slick fingers back inside of him.
He pushed deeper, rubbing against Emmett’s prostate, setting his entire body on fire.
He cried out, slapping both palms flat against Lincoln’s chest so he didn’t fall over.
He fucked himself on Lincoln’s fingers, until Lincoln stopped him with a hand on his hip.
“Need to be inside you, babe,” Lincoln said. “Ready?”
“So much yes.”
Lincoln held his hips to keep him balanced while Emmett knee-walked forward. Heart slamming in his chest, nerves humming with delight, Emmett reached behind to clasp Lincoln’s slick cock. Lined him up with his entrance. Steadily lowered himself.
The blunt pressure took his breath away.
The initial burn of penetration made him want to scream.
He held his breath, taking more of Lincoln on shallow thrusts, working him inside of his body.
Beneath him Lincoln trembled with the force of his restraint, waiting while Emmett took his time, until his ass finally met Lincoln’s hips.
“Holy crap,” Emmett said. “Oh my. So full.”
“You feel so fucking good, Em. Not gonna last long.”
“S’okay.” Neither was he.
Emmett didn’t set a perfect pace. He didn’t fuck like a porn star. He rose and lowered himself as best he could, the slide of a cock in and out of his ass waking up something deep inside of him he’d yet to truly acknowledge. Something wonderful and perfect and so fulfilling he wanted to weep.
His true self rose up and Emmett embraced him with open arms.
“Yes!” Emmett’s orgasm hit without warning, striking hot and hard, and he trembled all the way through Lincoln guiding him onto his side.
Latex snapped. Lincoln curled up behind him like he’d done so many times, then thrust his cock between Emmett’s closed thighs.
A few strokes covered Emmett’s balls in Lincoln’s release.
Aftershocks danced down Emmett’s spine. His entire body had turned to jelly, so he let Lincoln manhandle him around into a full-body embrace. Arms around each other, legs tangled, bodies sweaty and sated.
Lincoln nuzzled his cheek. “You okay?”
“I’m perfect.”
“Yes, you are. Modest, too.”
Emmett chuckled. “I loved that. I can’t believe I waited so long.”
“You had to be ready. Here.” He kissed Emmett’s forehead. “And here.” Then his chest, right over his heart.
“I know. And we are totally doing it again, as soon as possible.”
“Hah. Wait for the endorphins to fade away, and then say it again when your ass starts to feel it.”
Emmett clenched, enjoying the slight ache in his backside. “Won’t change my mind.”
Lincoln squeezed his ass cheek. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
“I’ve always been this way. You just awakened the beast within. You helped me be true to myself. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Be right back.”
Lincoln fled the room, then returned fast with a damp washcloth and another towel. He cleaned them both up, taking tender care with Emmett’s butt. Afterward, they curled up beneath the covers, tangled up in each other’s arms. And slept.
Together.