28. Chris #2
Isaiah stood, guiding him down onto the bed. He lay beside him, facing him, close enough that their knees touched.
“I think—I think I should ring Kelly,” Chris said.
“Who’s that?” Isaiah replied softly, stroking Chris’s hair.
“Team therapist,” he replied.
Isaiah traced his cheek with his fingertips. “That’s a good idea.”
“Tomorrow,” Chris choked out.
“Ok, whatever you need.”
Chris felt completely wrecked, and then Isaiah, who always seemed to know exactly what he needed, kissed him.
Chris lifted a hand to cup his jaw, hesitant at first, then firmer when Isaiah didn’t pull away.
The kiss deepened slowly, grief and relief and anger bleeding out of Chris in careful increments.
Isaiah let him set the pace, let him take what he needed, and Chris was so fucking grateful for this man.
Chris rolled them gently, pressing Isaiah into the mattress. Hands slid under borrowed fabric. Their foreheads bent together, just touching. Breaths passed between them like promises.
“I’ve got you,” Isaiah whispered against his mouth.
Chris nodded, eyes closing briefly. “Want you, cariad,” he whispered. “Can I? I want you so bad.”
“Are you sure? You’re vulnerable and I—”
“I’m so sure. I need to feel something that isn’t… I want to feel something good. I love you, and I want you so fucking much all the time.”
“You know I always want you too,” Isaiah replied. He trailed a hand lightly down Chris’s side, drawing a shiver from him. “And I love you too.” He pressed a kiss to Chris’s jaw. “Let me do the work.”
Chris groaned as Isaiah kissed down his side. Isaiah reached into the nightstand for the stash of lube and condoms they’d left there, but Chris stilled his hand. “Do we need them?”
“Lube?” Isaiah arched a brow. “Yes. I don’t know what you’ve been watching other than my channel, but you are not fucking me dry.”
Chris laughed, and Isaiah smiled back at him, a spark in his eyes that made Chris burn with desire. “I meant the condom. Not that I think it’s, like, more meaningful or better or whatever, and obviously, it’s your choice, but I want…I want to be inside you with nothing between us. I—”
“I want that too.”
“I haven’t been with anyone else, and—” Chris started.
“Me neither. Only you. It’s only been you for so long.”
“Fuck,” Chris groaned. “Let me get you ready for me. I want to make you feel so good.”
Isaiah sprawled gracelessly on the bed next to him.
Tomorrow Chris could think about the rest of his life, for now, all he needed was this.
He pushed himself up, moving between Isaiah’s thighs, where he licked at sensitive skin, trailing his tongue up higher and higher, then lifted Isaiah’s legs one at a time onto his shoulders.
He looked up at Isaiah for just a moment, and the way his eyes had darkened and his lips had parted in a soft gasp sent Chris’s heart racing.
He let his fingers ghost over him. Isaiah melted as Chris stroked him tenderly, just pressing ever so lightly against his hole on each pass.
“Chris.” Isaiah writhed. “I thought I was going to take care of you,” he gasped.
“Letting me take care of you is you taking care of me, cariad.”
He smiled and ducked his head between Isaiah’s milky white thighs once more, wasting no time before laving his tongue all the way from his thigh to his hole and swirling it over the inviting pink skin.
Isaiah’s moans vibrated through his entire body as Chris feasted, letting himself get lost in the taste of him, in the sounds of his moans, until Isaiah was gripping his hair hard, legs trembling on his shoulders, yanking Chris up to him for a filthy kiss.
“I need you, Chris, please,” he begged.
Chris fumbled for the lube. “I need you too, Isaiah. Always need you.”
Chris surged up to kiss him again as he slid a finger in. It entered easily, and he felt Isaiah relax around the digit, but he still took his time to stretch him slowly, almost teasingly as he added a second finger, then a third.
“I’m ready. Please, Chris.” Isaiah’s words were garbled and his body loose under Chris’s.
Chris didn’t speak, afraid of breaking the blissful state he was sure they’d both ascended to.
He spread lube over his cock and then pressed in slowly, deliberately. Isaiah locked his ankles around Chris’s back, and Chris let out a harsh grunt as he bottomed out.
Their eyes met. Isaiah bit his lip, then rocked his hips.
A long groan tumbled from Chris’s mouth. “You feel so good,” he said reverently.
Isaiah whimpered as he pulled back slowly and then pushed into him again. He wasn’t thrusting, not really. It was more of a slow grind. Rolling his hips, moving deeper with each breath.
Isaiah reached around and grabbed his arse, digging his fingers into the muscle to yank Chris forward.
Chris’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss, he couldn’t have kept them open if he tried.
Quiet, helpless sounds fell from his mouth as they rocked together.
Time passed in a blur, and then he could feel it; Isaiah trembling against him, fighting not to come.
He arched his back, clenching around him, and Chris couldn’t hold back.
He kissed Isaiah hard on the mouth then pulled back, snapping his hips, once, twice, three times, before stars were bursting behind his eyelids as he exploded, his body completely out of his control as he shook through the tremors of his orgasm.
Chris pulled out and shuffled down the bed, not thinking of anything but the need to see his cum dripping out of Isaiah.
He paused for just a moment, watching in fascination before he dipped his head and licked it, tentatively at first. He wrapped a hand around Isaiah’s leaking cock and Isaiah thrust into it, chasing his own orgasm as Chris lapped at the seed leaking out of his hole.
Isaiah came with a shout and then collapsed into the bed, sinking deep into the duvet.
Chris crawled up the bed, cuddling in next to him.
Isaiah hesitated for barely a moment before pulling him in him for a kiss, the taste of the two of them mingling.
The intimacy of it flayed Chris wide open.
This man would always have his heart, his soul, his everything.
Chris extricated himself slowly, taking a moment to look at him before forcing himself to the bathroom to grab a warm flannel.
He glanced at himself in the mirror. His face was red and his hair was a sweaty, matted disaster.
For a moment, he was reminded of the man he’d seen looking back at him in the hotel bathroom after the Olympics.
That man would always be part of him, but maybe now there were other parts too. Better ones.
Isaiah looked up through his long lashes as Chris returned, smiling at him so broadly that something inside him gave way completely in that moment, and he knew that no matter what came their way, they could face it together. They were just getting started.