Cade
Something was most definitely wrong.
I couldn’t explain the feeling, but the wave of wariness and danger passed through me, and I was sitting upright in bed before I was even aware I was awake.
Before I could figure out what was going on, I realized I had hit something solid on my way up.
It was followed by a yelp and a thud, and I turned to frown down at the source.
Only to be met with a bleary-eyed and irritated-looking Walker, who was propped up on one arm on the floor.
“The hell, man,” he muttered, wiping his face. “If you wanted me to move over, you could have asked nicely.”
“Sorry,” I cringed, reaching down to help him back up. “I wasn’t trying to move you.”
“Just throw me, apparently,” he said, but his irritation was disappearing as he fell forward to press his face into my chest and inhale deeply. “You smell like…soap.”
“I wonder why,” I said with a snort as I lay back and wrapped an arm around his back. It was funny how weird he’d been about being touched, especially by me, and now he couldn’t get enough when we were alone. With every passing day, he grew more and more addicted to touching me.
Then again, he’d admitted he’d been weird about touching me because he’d had feelings for me.
So maybe it wasn’t all that strange that now he could touch me in the way he’d always wanted to, he was taking every opportunity.
That was just fine with me. Touching other people had always been my way of showing I cared.
Trying to tell them things with my mouth always failed.
I could tell this was his way of forgiving me for his abrupt wake up, and the way his fingers were stroking my stomach, spreading out to just above my waist said he was definitely considering doing more than cuddling but was waiting to get a feel for the situation first.
“So, what was that about?” he asked in a low voice, his eyes closed as he laid his cheek against my chest, nuzzling the hair there.
“I dunno,” I admitted. “I just…had a really bad feelin’ is all. Woke me out of a dead sleep.”
“And me as well,” he chuckled, as his fingers played with the hair on my stomach. “Bad dream, then?”
“Must’ve been,” I said, running my hand up and down his back, specifically his lower back.
His fingers playing with my stomach hair said he was definitely warming up to the idea of a middle of the night grope session, and my hand on his lower back was telling him I was up for anything.
“I just don’t remember dreamin’ anythin’ bad. ”
“Well, I guess it’s better that I got flipped like an unwanted pancake instead of subjected to surprise breath play again,” he said with a yawn.
“That ain’t funny.”
“Time has passed. It’s allowed to be a little funny.”
“It was a week ago!”
“Long enough for me to find it funny,” he chuckled, his fingers sliding ever so slightly closer to my underwear.
I almost never slept naked; it had never been my thing.
He, however, had no such preferences, and he was as naked as the day he was born, and evidence that he was interested in the signals we were shooting back and forth was poking against my hip.
“You’re always so frisky when ya first wake up,” I teased, turning so I could reach down and cup him, smiling when I felt how hard he got at my touch.
Touching another guy’s dick might have been weird as hell the first time, but now it was exciting to see how easy it was to turn him on.
How much of me was still straight might be up for debate, but I was a sucker for being with someone who wanted me as obviously as Walker did.
“You try waking up next to someone as sexy as you and see how easy it is to keep control,” he muttered, pressing his lips to my chest and kissing gently. “You’re just that hot, so really, it’s your fault.”
“Mhm,” I said in amusement as I started stroking him. “And just how frisky are you feeling?”
“Frisky enough to get fucked,” he said in a rough voice that went straight to my groin. “You awake enough for that?”
“You tell me,” I said and smiled when he wrapped his hand around my already straining dick.
“Plenty awake,” he said in a low voice, running his fingers up and down the shaft. “God, you’re so big. I’m never going to get over that, no matter how long I live.”
“That’s alright,” I told him softly as I reached around to grab his bare ass, poking a finger at his hole and chuckling when he wriggled. “Eager.”
“Greedy, remember?” he asked, throwing the comforter off and retrieving the lube from the bedside table.
“So very greedy,” I said, kissing him as I took the bottle and got my fingers nice and slick.
I remembered him telling me how some guys treated prep like…well, work, some chore they had to go through to get to the ‘real’ event. Those same guys got slapped into the category of straight guys I’d heard about who hated foreplay or found it boring. It was basically the same thing.
I would never understand, because listening to the sounds Walker made when I slid my fingers into him, feeling the way his ass gripped me as if welcoming me as I pushed my digits deep was intoxicating.
The way he wriggled and squirmed when I ran my lips and tongue over his body as I carefully stretched him open so he wouldn’t be hurt when I fucked him was the greatest thing ever.
I was counting down the days until we would both be out of here so I could see what it was like fucking him with a toy to prepare him the same way I fucked him with my fingers.
I loved the way he cried out softly when I gripped the base of his cock and sucked the other half as I added another finger.
The mess he made was smearing all over the place, and I loved the way he stared at me intensely when I cleaned his cock before sucking him down again.
It was what over a month ago would have been ‘weird’, and now it was the sexiest thing I had done and seen in a long time.
It also meant that by the time I had him stretched and ready, I ached with how hard I was, and he was making a real mess.
With my previous partners, I had been cautious, maybe to the point of being paranoid, about being safe, but with Walker I never once considered we might need protection.
What I did consider was how good it was going to feel when I pushed inside him with my bare cock, to feel every inch of his ass squeezing me gently.
Knowing full well how much he loved it when I did things like that, I flipped him onto his stomach and kneeled behind him.
Without hesitation, he had his face down on the bed, his hips raised and ass pointing toward me.
There was none of the posturing or the need to seduce him to make him eager for me.
He was confident in what we were doing; he was assured that whatever he did would not affect how I felt about him, and he was ready for me to fuck him.
There was only a moment of resistance when I pressed the head of my cock against the ring of muscles I had dutifully stretched open.
There was enough light in the room that I could see the moment his ass stopped fighting and welcomed me as the ring of muscles snapped around the head of my dick and then felt as though it sucked me in an extra inch.
“Every time,” he groaned in pleasure, his fingers flexing against the sheets. “So…fucking good.”
It wasn’t like I needed to know he wasn’t in pain or uncomfortable anymore; I wasn’t the smartest, but I learned just fine when I needed to.
Not that I needed to be quick with Walker, at least not when it came to sex.
He wasn’t shy about telling me when I was doing precisely what he needed.
Yeah, I could probably never take someone my size and get through it; he seemed to never get enough.
He was, after all, greedy.
I sank deeper with a push of my hips, and he groaned as I felt his muscles give way even further.
I’d learned the point where I needed to stop and let him adjust. It had been Walker who had told me there was a second set of muscles deep inside that my fingers just wouldn’t reach, which is exactly where using toys would come in handy.
I didn’t mind waiting for him, even as my body vibrated with the need to do something, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t look forward to one day being able to sink into him without the need to pause.
Even in this position, I was watchful of his face, waiting until the knot on his forehead eased into a smooth line before continuing, smirking when he gave a little gasp as I added more than one inch, but an extra one for good measure.
There was a small amount of masochism in him I didn’t mind feeding, so I supposed there had to be an equal amount of sadism in me.
Yet it didn’t bother either of us as I pressed forward carefully until I was completely inside him, so deep that sometimes I swore I could feel his heartbeat.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his fingers clawing the sheets now, and yes, he most definitely had ripped a hole in the sheets during our fuck sessions before. “God, just…every time…fucking deep.”
I couldn’t help it. I reached under his arched hips and pressed my hand against his lower stomach. “Pretty sure that’s me.”
“Don’t,” he groaned, wiggling against me as he took a sharp breath. “I’ll fucking lose my mind.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I asked him, grinding against his ass and making him moan pitifully.
“Fuck off,” he said with no actual heat or venom.
“I love ya like this,” I told him plainly. “No sassin’, no anger, just desperate for my dick.”
“Fuck you…and yes, yes I am,” he said without a hint of shame or regret.
It was one of the things I loved about him, especially because I knew that between his weird relationship with his parents and trying not to be ‘weird’ while in the Army, there had been fertile ground for shame and guilt.
Add even more of a chance with me because he had lusted after me the whole time we had been on the same team.