Chapter 26 #2
Jamie let out a soft laugh that turned into a gasp as Tyler pressed a second finger in. “Feels so good,” Jamie breathed, blinking his eyes up at Tyler. “It’s been a while. Since I bottomed. I’d forgotten how much I–fuck, I like it.”
Tyler leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to Jamie’s lips. “Want me to take it slow?”
“No. One more and I’ll be ready.”
Tyler obliged, adding more lube and working three fingers into his hole.
“Ready,” Jamie said, his voice wavering.
Tyler removed his fingers and slicked his cock with more lube, feeling overwhelmed with want. Without prompting, Jamie grabbed behind his knees and held himself open. “Fuck,” muttered Tyler, wetting his lips. “I’m going to lose it so fucking fast when I’m in you.”
Bracing himself above Jamie, he gripped the base of his cock and lined himself up. He pushed forward, nudging at the soft whorl of skin with steady pressure until Jamie bore down, opening up below him.
It was exquisite, a tight squeeze that already threatened to send him over the edge. Tyler gasped, trembling as he tried to stop himself from coming so quickly. From letting go too soon.
“Yes,” Jamie breathed below him. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
Tyler drew his hips back, Jamie’s ass clenching around him. He couldn’t speak, could barely remember to breathe as he thrust forward, burying himself completely.
He kissed Jamie, needed to taste him and tell him with his tongue how good he felt. Jamie groaned, open-mouthed against his lips, his hips rolling to meet every thrust.
They were sloppy, all spit and tongues and sweat beading at the friction between their bodies.
Jamie’s broad, muscular chest covered in hair slid against Tyler’s smooth, inked skin.
Tyler wanted to erase every bit of space between them, keeping his thrusts hard and deep.
Below him, Jamie grunted, his cock hardening and leaking against Tyler’s belly.
There was a time in Tyler’s life when he’d longed for sex to last forever, when the dream had been to fuck the night away without ever needing to pause.
Now there was something he wanted more.
He needed to see Jamie come apart, to watch him drown in pleasure at Tyler’s hands. Then, at the end of it all, when Jamie lay boneless and spent below him, Tyler wanted to be the one who put him back together.
That was what he wanted.
“I’m close,” Tyler warned as the pressure grew.
“In me,” Jamie pleaded. A wet curl was stuck to his forehead, and Tyler licked a line up the side of his neck, moaning at the sharp taste of salt on his tongue. “Fucking fill me.”
Tyler chased his release. He rocked his hips, seeking friction, reaching and reaching.
“Fuck,” he gasped as his cock throbbed, contracting before shooting deep into Jamie’s body.
He emptied pulse after pulse, his heartbeat everywhere all at once, his mind blank except for the exquisite pleasure of Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.
But he wasn’t done. His work wasn’t finished until Jamie found his release. He withdrew his sensitive cock, hissing at the lack of contact.
“Baby, what are you–fuck.”
Tyler bent down and took Jamie’s cock into his mouth.
He bobbed up and down, his tongue flicking against the tight skin.
With the taste of precum on his tongue, he swallowed, humming at the nudge of Jamie’s crown against the back of his throat.
Above him Jamie groaned, muttering curses and praise under his breath.
Jamie came with a hoarse cry, his cock pulsing in Tyler’s mouth as he emptied down his throat. Tyler swallowed it all, taking every little bit of it until he stilled.
Tyler slowly drew away, Jamie's softening cock slipping from his mouth. Looking up, he saw Jamie, dazed and handsome and so exhausted that his eyes were barely open as he returned Tyler’s gaze. A soft, lazy smile played across his mouth.
“C’mere,” Jaime mumbled, making a grabby gesture that looked ridiculous coming from hands his size.
Tyler crawled up his body and collapsed onto the bed beside him. His head landed at an odd angle, propped up against the literal barricade of pillows at the head of Jamie’s bed.
“Why do you have so many pillows?” Tyler asked, a yawn breaking through the end of his question.
Jamie turned to look at him. “I like pillows.”
Tyler lifted his head and started tossing the pillows off the bed. He counted: one, two, three, four, five, six pillows before there was just one under his head.
“Do we need to get dressed? For Rowan?”
Tyler nodded, pushing himself up. They cleaned up in the bathroom before stumbling back into Jamie’s room.
He tossed a clean pair of boxer briefs at Jamie, and then pulled on a pair of old threadbare boxer shorts for himself.
He’d found them buried in Jamie’s underwear drawer and had claimed them as his pajama shorts.
“I’m going to check on Row,” Tyler said, slipping out the door and down the hall. He eased open the door, careful not to rattle the knob, and tip-toed across the carpet to peek into the Pack n’ Play.
Rowan slept like he always did–Bunny clutched to his chest, with a soft frown on his face. On his other side, the stuffed muskie Jamie had left for him was tucked close to his body.
Tyler watched him, checking the little things: his chest rose and fell, slow and even, and his blanket covered his body.
They were at Jamie’s house, and Rowan was okay.
Tyler slipped back into Jamie’s bedroom.
“How is he?” Jamie asked.
Tyler smiled as he nodded, climbing under the covers and sliding across the bed until he was in Jamie’s arms. “He’s perfectly at peace.”
Jamie made that little humming sound he sometimes made when he was pleased, shifting Tyler so that he lay half-sprawled across Jamie’s chest. His skin was warm, and Tyler burrowed in close, trying to get as much of Jamie’s warmth as he could.
It felt so good to be there in Jamie’s arms, content and sated, knowing Rowan was safe.
It was a reality Tyler hadn’t considered could be his, and now that he was living it, he wanted to protect it. Wanted to treasure it, to treasure Jamie most of all.
Jamie’s lips pressed against his forehead. “We probably won’t get a lot of this.”
Tyler craned his neck to look at Jamie. “A lot of what?”
“Nights together like this.”
“I know,” Tyler said, running his fingers over the hair on Jamie’s chest.
Jamie frowned. “And that’s okay with you?”
“Yes, because it’s you. You’re worth making time for, even if all we get are little moments. Even if we only see you for a quick lunch, or if we need to come by the rink to catch you after practice.”
A soft smile spread across Jamie’s face. “And I’ll do the same for you, when I can.”
“That’s all we can do, right?” Tyler asked. “Be here, together, when we can?”
Jamie nodded, and tilted Tyler’s head back to kiss him.
It was a slow, indulgent kiss, deep, but without the expectation of anything coming after.
When their mouths broke apart, Jamie said, “I need you to know how happy I am. With you. Both of you. Getting to call you mine, Tyler? It might be the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“You too,” Tyler responded, but then held up a hand. “I mean, Rowan’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but you are amazing, and–”
“Number three, remember?”
Tyler laughed, shaking his head. Above him, Jamie yawned. “Can I tell you something?”
Jamie blinked sleepily at him. “Anything, baby.”
“I know we’re not supposed to say big emotional shit after sex.”
“We’re not?”
Tyler brushed the damp, sweaty hair back from Jamie’s forehead. “So I need you to know I’ve been thinking about this. And even though it’s soon, probably way too fucking soon, I’ve been feeling it for a little while now.”
“Baby,” Jamie said slowly.
“I love you.”
Jamie blinked at him, and Tyler got to watch as his words sunk in. He got to watch Jamie’s lips part in a gasp, his eyes somehow widen and soften at the same time. And then Tyler got to enjoy the weight of Jamie’s body settling on top of him as Jamie kissed him, slow and sweet and lazy.
Like they had nothing but time.
“I love you, too,” Jamie whispered against his mouth when they parted.
“Are we idiots for thinking this will work?” Tyler asked, even as his whole body lit up with the heat of loving, and the warm glow of being loved.
Jamie’s eyes crinkled in the corners, and the green seemed so bright and alive in the low glow of the lamplight. “Probably.”
Tyler tried to imagine his future with Jamie, but found that it didn’t matter.
Not at that moment. Right then, it was enough that they were there, together in Jamie’s big bed, choosing each other.
“I don’t think I realized how lonely I was,” Tyler said.
“And it wasn’t like I was lonely for anyone, you know. I think I was lonely for you.”
“We have each other now,” Jamie said, earnest as always, and fuck, Tyler loved him.
“I want to be your teammate in life, in love, and maybe someday in raising Rowan.” Tyler wasn’t worried about his words being too much. Not for Jamie.
“I want all of it with you.” Jamie kissed him again, like he couldn’t stop. He kissed like he was ravenous, like he wanted to make a home inside of Tyler’s body. When he broke away, Tyler was breathing hard, his body starting to wake up again.
“I’m going to treasure you, okay?” Jamie said, holding Tyler’s gaze. “And I’m going to start by making you breakfast tomorrow before I leave.”
Tyler grinned, pushing Jamie over to his side of the bed before sliding his body against his. Jamie’s arm wrapped around him and pulled him closer. “How long will you be gone?” Tyler whispered.
“Eight days this time around.”
“We’ll be here, okay? We’re not going anywhere.”
“I know, baby.” Jamie’s lips pressed against his forehead. “Fuck, I can’t keep my eyes open.”
“Go to sleep, Jamie,” he said, even as his own eyes started to drift closed.
The last thing Tyler felt before he fell asleep was the brush of Jamie’s hand, soft and lingering, caressing the moth wings at the base of his throat.