Chapter 30
THEO
I fumble the key, taking far too long to open the front door.
Bailey’s hanging off me, grabbing my face and pressing his lips against mine, determined to make it impossible for me to find the damn lock.
His teeth latch onto my bottom lip, holding me in place.
“Shit, Bay. Let me get us in the bloody house,” I groan, ripping my mouth free.
A second later the door swings open, and after we kick our boots off, I bend down and lift him over my shoulder, carrying him into the house.
I just about manage to get up the stairs before dropping him onto the bed. His hands go to the waistband of his joggers, and he starts undoing the knot.
“What are you doing?” I ask, suddenly uncertain.
“I’m going to bed,” he says. “Are you?”
I kneel between his legs and place my hands on his hips, tucking my thumbs into his waistband, pausing just in case I’m misreading the situation, and he doesn’t want me to touch him again.
“Yes,” he nods.
I ease his trousers down over his thighs, pulling until they’re completely off and he’s lying there in tight red briefs.
The curve of his hard cock is prominent, with a wet patch at the tip from where he’s leaking.
I get up and take off my hoodie and shirt as he does the same.
Then my hands move to the fastenings on my kilt.
His mouth hangs open slightly, and he stares at me with hooded eyes as I let it fall to the floor with a heavy thud.
When I look up, Bay is staring, a blush creeping along his cheeks.
“Not what you were expecting?” I chuckle.
“No,” he pouts.
I leave my boxers on and climb onto the bed, suddenly in uncharted waters, nervous to touch him.
“Why are you all the way over there?” he asks.
“I don’t—I don’t want what happened earlier to happen again.” I look at him, and he’s frowning at me.
“I’m not delicate, Teddy,” he snaps.
“I didn’t say you were.”
“I’m fine, just—”
“You’re not fine.” My voice rises slightly despite trying to remain calm. “A few days ago, I had to wrestle a knife from you. You’ve had numerous panic attacks since, and you freaked out when we made out earlier. So tell me when, amongst all of that, you’ve been fine.”
His face scrunches up, hurt by my words. That wasn’t my intention at all. I’m just fucking scared of ruining this. I rub my face. “I’m sorry, Bay.”
Silence blankets us for a moment.
“What do you want, Teddy?” he asks.
Him. I don’t want to watch him go back to Cumbria at the end of the week.
But I can’t ask him to stay. He has a whole life down there.
I reach out and brush his cheek with my thumb.
“I want the last twelve years back. I wish I’d figured everything out sooner so that I didn’t have to bury my heart and leave you behind. ”
Bailey swallows, and I grab the back of his neck, pulling him towards me. “What do you want?”
I see the moment fire ignites in his eyes. “You. Always you. Just—just don’t hold my arms down, please.”
I lie back, dragging him on top of me. Bailey’s quick to straddle my hips, hands falling either side of my head. Then we’re nose to nose. I wait for him to make the first move, body thrumming with energy as he breathes against my lips, his cock long and heavy, pushing against mine.
But he’s still not moving …
“We don’t have to go any further. We can stay like this the rest of the night.” I reach for his hand and bring it to my lips, kissing the rough, healed cuts on his knuckles. “You set the pace, and I’ll meet you halfway.” I barely get the words out before his lips crash down on mine.
I’m quickly overwhelmed by the weight of him pushing me down into the mattress, his hips grinding into mine, making my cock pulse with want.
I slip my hands down the back of his briefs, feeling the globes of his arse bunch and flex with his movements.
I knead them, remembering the curves and dips, the crease between his cheeks and thighs.
Bailey’s tongue flicks over mine—every movement makes my balls tighten, and my cock throb.
I feel a wetness between us, but I’m not sure if it’s me, him, or the both of us combined.
“Teddy,” he breathes, pulling away.
“You okay?” I ask.
He nods a little frantically. “Please, I want you,” he whimpers, pushing his face against my neck, mouthing at it, making my toes curl and my eyes roll back. His little noises get louder, and his hips grind more frantically as he murmurs another ‘please’ into the crook of my neck.
I tug at his underwear. “Take these off.”
Bailey sits up, quickly dragging his briefs down.
His cock springs free, pink and smooth, long with a thick vein running underneath.
I shuffle out of my boxers, then grab his thighs and pull him so that he has to knee-walk over me until his cock is resting against my face.
I stick my tongue out and lick from his base to the tip.
Using my hand to guide him into my mouth, I close my eyes, feeling the weight of his cock as it brushes my tongue and grazes the back of my throat.
My eyes sting for a moment; I’m not sure if it’s from my gag reflex being tested for the first time in a while, or if this is exactly how I remember him. The shape, the taste—it’s all the same.
Bailey jerks, pushing his cock deeper, making me gag. “Sorry!” He rushes to pull out, cock bobbing in front of my face, a string of saliva trailing from his tip to my lips. I pant, catching my breath.
I want more.
“Turn around,” I growl, giving him a push to speed things up.
He catches on quickly and does as I ask, straddling me backwards so that his cock is dangling above my face.
I feel him rub his cheek against my thigh; the scratch of his stubble makes my stomach tense and pre-cum leak from my tip.
I try to focus on guiding his cock into my mouth, when I feel him push his nose into my groin and inhale deeply.
Oh fuck.
A loud groan escapes me as he gives an open-mouthed kiss to the side of my cock. “Bay.” I slap his arse to get his attention before I lose all my senses.
“Mmm?” is all the response I get, sending vibrations straight to my balls.
“Can you control the pace?” I ask, hoping he understands.
“Mhm,” he confirms. Swallowing me down to the root, then thrusting as he comes up, his cock brushing against my chin.
“Fuck,” I grunt, squeezing his arse cheeks.
Bailey whimpers, and I feel pre-cum drip from his tip onto my neck.
I fist his cock and lick the head, a burst of salt hitting my tongue, before I relax my throat and swallow him down.
His hot mouth pulsates as it moves up and down my length, while he simultaneously cuts off my air supply, thrusting deep into my throat, making my brain glitch.
Bailey’s thrusts start to speed up. I draw my knees up for purchase on the mattress as I push up into his mouth.
We both lose any sense of control, moans and whimpers mixing as we near the edge.
Bailey shouts around my cock as hot cum pulses out of him, straight down my throat.
I finally let go and release into his mouth.
We both drink one another down, and then Bailey pitches forward, collapsing onto me, arms wrapping around my legs.
His fingertip traces the scar on my ankle as we lie there catching our breath.
“How?” he whispers.
“When the ropes caught fire, I couldn’t get them off quick enough.
They were made from plastic, so it melted to my skin,” I say, sobering up way too fast. He makes a soft noise, then I feel him press his lips to one, then the other, making my heart ache.
I can’t believe I ever thought someone so gentle could have hurt me.
This is exactly where we belong—together.