Chapter Twenty #2
And there was nothing stopping him.
He lowered himself to the bed and kissed the inside of Meredith’s thigh. “All right?” he asked, although he was already quite sure of the answer.
“Yeah—God, yeah, go on.”
David licked up the underside of his cock, which made Meredith immediately begin squirming under him. “Keep still,” David ordered, and pinned his hips down.
It was hopeless, of course. The moment David took him fully into his mouth, Meredith writhed and cursed and generally made a nuisance of himself—which David, to his dismay, found an unbearable turn-on.
Yes, it had been far too long since he’d done this with anyone, and he could have continued indefinitely, listening to him moan and knowing himself to be the cause.
David was tempted to take his own cock in hand and get off to Meredith’s reactions alone, but before much longer, Meredith nudged him in the shoulder with his knee. “Hang on, give me a moment.”
David raised his head to look up at him. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” Meredith sat up and stretched like a cat. “Only you said you wanted me properly, yeah? Come here.”
David obliged, making his way up the bed to join him. Meredith pulled him into his lap so David straddled his hips, and ran a hand down his back with a light scrape of fingernails.
Briefly, their cocks brushed together, making David shudder. To distract himself, he reached out and traced the spiky, distorted outline of Meredith’s heart tattoo.
“I designed that one myself, you know,” said Meredith as he leaned in to nuzzle against David.
“Did you.”
“Course I did. ’S not everyone who knows what their own heart looks like.”
“Quite accurate, I’m sure,” said David absently. He sucked in his breath with a hiss as Meredith bit down on his shoulder.
He rested one hand at David’s hip, and the other trailed over the small of his back with just enough scratch to make it interesting. Then David gave an embarrassing yelp that was more surprise than objection as exploring fingers continued lower, tracing between his ass cheeks.
Meredith stopped and took his hand away. “No?”
“I, er—” David’s face was burning. He was not sure if it was a no or not.
“I mean, I had rather thought—that is to say I usually—which is not to say never—” What was happening to him?
Never before had he had a problem stating plainly what he wanted or didn’t want—only now he was not sure what he did want, now that he’d found himself in bed with the most unpredictable person he’d ever met.
“Oh, you’d rather have me?” said Meredith, unconcerned. “That’s all right, I don’t mind. Although…” He cast a dubious glance downward.
“What’s the matter?”
“Looks a bit much, is all. I ain’t a size queen, David, and to tell the truth, I haven’t gone this far in a while, one way or the other. But,” he went on, “for you, I will.”
David sat back, putting a little distance between them. “Hey. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t like. Er…what do you like? I mean, what do you usually prefer?”
“I told you, I like it all, but I mean, that’s not really the end goal for me.” Meredith glanced away, and that sudden shyness came back into his expression. “I just like being touched, is all, and—” He broke off and reached over to trail his fingers down David’s chest once more.
“And what?”
Meredith gave a soft laugh. “David. It’s fine. Don’t go getting all serious on me. You can fuck me if you want to. I’d like you to.”
Hearing those words caused David’s brain to short out, but at last he managed, “Yes, I—I’d like that as well.”
Meredith reached toward the bedside table. “Just give me a moment, and I’ll—”
“No, no, let me—”
Several minutes later, they were in much the same position, though David now knelt between Meredith’s legs with one arm around his shoulders and two fingers inside him. Meredith squirmed against his hand, and David rather suspected he was making a show of enjoying it.
“David, more,” he insisted. “God, do you know how many times I’ve imagined this?”
“This in particular?” said David dryly.
“Yeah,” breathed Meredith, “just thinking what you could do to me with those big strong hands of yours.” He slumped back against the headboard with a groan as David eased another finger into him.
The full meaning of Meredith’s words finally caught up to him.
“Wait, you’ve thought of me?” It was flattering, but David wasn’t sure whether he should believe it.
Meredith was good at charming his way into bed, and while he wouldn’t outright lie to get there, David wasn’t sure it would go against his bizarre little moral code to exaggerate once he was if he thought the other person would enjoy it.
“Course I have—fuck, do that again—haven’t you?”
“Perhaps on occasion,” David admitted, “but you’re entirely to blame there.
You’re not always as quiet as you might be when you bring someone upstairs, you know.
” It was hardly David’s fault if that led to certain wanderings of the imagination.
Right now, for instance, he couldn’t stop himself imagining exactly what further reactions he himself might provoke from Meredith once he finally got his aching, neglected cock inside him.
“David, please, it’s—” Meredith broke off with a gasp. “Enough, I’m ready, I swear.”
“How do you want to do this?” asked David, and the next thing he knew, Meredith had reversed their positions and was rolling a condom onto him and drizzling more lube and—
This time it was David’s turn to say, “Oh.” He bit the inside of his cheek as Meredith sank down onto him, willing himself not to lose it right then. When he began to move, it was all David could do to hold on.
It became clear to him at once that no matter who was doing what to whom, Meredith was in charge of the proceedings. He braced one arm against the wall and held tight to David with the other, leaning down so their foreheads touched.
“That’s right,” breathed Meredith, “that’s it, precious, give it to me.”
#100: He has only one—
Even if Meredith did seem to have only one term of endearment in his vocabulary, even if David did object to being addressed with the same pet name he used for his dog, he could not fault him for being incapable of deep thought at the moment.
This time, when David went for a kiss and failed yet again, he caught on: Meredith was deliberately turning away.
“Hey.” Frowning, David reached up to brush Meredith’s bangs from his eyes. “Don’t you want me to kiss you?”
Meredith drew in a ragged breath and let his eyes fall closed. “More than anything,” he whispered.
“Then quit being weird and let me.” David seized a handful of hair, holding him in place, and kissed him hard. It was all so much, Meredith shuddering in his arms and surrounding him with unbearable heat and moaning shamelessly into his kiss. “Fuck—Meri, I can’t—it won’t be much longer.”
“Touch me,” ordered Meredith.
David got a hand between them and stroked Meredith’s cock as he thrust up into him. His rhythm was a bit clumsier than he would’ve liked, but judging by the way Meredith swore and gripped his shoulder hard enough to hurt, it was getting the job done.
When David pulled him into another kiss, Meredith came with a muffled shout, and that pushed David over the edge right after him. They collapsed in each other’s arms, trembling with the aftershocks, and for a time, the world dissolved into a pleasant haze.
—
Some time later, David returned after a brief interlude cleaning himself up in the adjacent bathroom and hesitated in the doorway. He had not thought things through this far.
Doesn’t mean anything. We’re just having fun, is all.
That’s what Meredith had said last time, and it still held true.
I’ve been in love with somebody for ages, but they’d never give me the time of day.
Which was why there would not and could not be anything serious between them.
Not, of course, that David was entertaining any such idea.
Nor was there any reason in the world why reminding himself of that fact should feel like a plunge into an icy lake, knocking the breath from him and leaving him unmoored, splashing and grasping for any point of reference.
The sensible thing to do would be to return to his own room, get his thoughts in order, and, if necessary, give himself a stern talking-to. Certainly he could not sleep here, not when Todd would return by morning.
David would not, however, leave without saying good night.
Meredith lay sprawled out on the far side of the bed, naked, and either asleep or near enough to it. Sitting down at the edge of the mattress, David ran a hand over his side.
“Meri? Are you awake?”
When the only response was a noncommittal hum, David drew the bedsheets over him, taking care not to disturb him more than necessary. “I’ll let you sleep now, okay?”
“Don’t go,” he murmured sleepily. “Not yet.”
“I—well—” David gave in. “Just for a bit.” He slipped under the covers next to Meredith, who promptly snuggled against him, resting his head against his shoulder and making that little contented sound that caused David, against all his better judgment, to wrap an arm around him and draw him in close.
He would stay, he told himself, just for a bit.