Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“You like this, don’t you? Me with my hands all over you. Burying myself deep inside you just because I can. Owning you over and over again.”
“Yes,” Silas cried. “Own me. Fucking ruin me.”
Silas’s hole clamped around my cock as he erupted. It was too much. Too intense. I held Silas tight as I buried myself to the hilt and filled him up.
Our breathing was loud in the quiet kitchen as we came down from the high. My cock slipped from Silas as it softened, my knees protesting as I stood straight.
“Jesus, I need another shower now,” Silas wheezed, swiping up the piece of material that started it all. “You and that fucking mouth. It’s no wonder we let Luca write most of the songs. We would need to advertise our shows as something else entirely if you were in charge.”
I slung my arms around him, burrowing into his neck. “Nah, it’s all you. You bring out the poet in me.”
“And what a dirty fucking poet he is.”
“You love it.”
Silas grinned up at me. “I do. And I love you.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d said it to me. Nor even the one hundredth. But it was only the last handful that had truly meant something. Meant he felt the way I wanted him to feel. “I love you too.”
We couldn’t stay in our bubble forever. As much as I wanted to hoard my time with Silas like a dragon with his gold, we had responsibilities.
Not only did we have the album to write and record, but in a couple of months, we were performing at the LondonFM Autumn Festival.
Having just come off a world tour, it wasn’t like we’d need to spend days in rehearsal, but there were always decisions to be made.
Besides, I wanted to experience Silas as my partner in all areas—not just the bedroom.
Not that we ever generally made it to the actual bedroom, but you get what I mean.
I leaned on the door jamb and took in Silas. He was collapsed on the sofa, one hand under his head while the other idly scratched his stomach.
I could’ve been looking at him at any point over the past twenty years. But this was different. Because now I wasn’t fighting myself to not stare at his abs. To not eye the bulge in his shorts and wonder how he tasted. To not imagine how his long fingers might feel stroking my cock.
“I’m taking you out on a date.”
My words had Silas’s head popping up like a meerkat. “Why?”
I rolled my eyes as I strolled over to him. “I dunno. Heard it’s what couples do. Go outside, in the wide world. Be around other people.”
Silas sat up, grabbing my shirt and tugging me forwards. I fell on him with a muffled oomph.
“If we’re around other people, we can’t do this,” Silas said as he thrust his hips against mine.
I groaned. I allowed myself one tantalising press downwards before leaping up. “Nope. Not letting your heathenish ways sway me this time. We’re going on a date.”
“And then sex?”
“You have a one-track mind.”
“Guilty.”
His answer had me blanching. I smoothed it away, but not fast enough.
“Wait, why’d you look like that?”
Sighing, I took a band from my wrist and focused on pulling my dreads back into a bun. “I just…look. The sex is great. But we’re more than that…right?”
Silas’s mouth fell open in confusion. “What?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving the sex. It’s fantastic. Perfect, even.” The words tumbled out as I tried to make sense of my chaotic thoughts. “But I don’t want us to…burn out.”
“Burn out?”
I nodded rapidly. “I want us to have a strong foundation, as well as the sex.”
A slow smile crept across Silas’s face. Getting to his feet, he pulled me in for a blistering kiss.
“Kai, I say this with love: we literally cannot get a stronger foundation than ours. As for burning out…can you really see that happening? You’ve wanted me for twenty years. Do you think you’re going to wake up a year from now and suddenly change your mind?”
“Not me,” I whispered, hating to admit my greatest fear.
Silas sighed. “Look, Kai. I get it. You’re scared. You’ve finally got what you always wanted, and you’re afraid of it being ripped away.”
I touched my forehead to his. “Can you blame me? I spent four months away from you, and it nearly killed me. I’m trying not to be needy…to not rush things…but it’s hard.”
“I like you needy,” he murmured, stroking my back soothingly. “I don’t feel like we are rushing things. We’re just doing what makes us happy. Are you happy?”
“Of course I am.”
“Then let yourself be happy,” Silas said simply. “If taking me out on a date makes you happy, then that’s what we’ll do.”
“Spending time with you makes me happy.”
“Well, that’s good, considering how much of it we spend together.” He squeezed my biceps. “If you think about it, we’ve technically been dating for years.”
I hummed, feeling far calmer now I knew we were on the same page. “True. Which is how I know you’re going to love what I’ve got arranged.”
“An escape room?”
“Of course. Followed by dinner at Mango.”
Silas gave a delighted groan. Yep, there were definite perks to dating your best friend. Made planning what to do super easy.
“Hell yes.” He pinched my rear. “Let’s go escape and eat our weight in Thai tapas. Then blowjobs.”
My laugh boomed out. “Then blowjobs.”
Silas snuggled into my chest. “And you thought you were the needy one.”