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“Percy,” Wren whispered. He ran a hand down Percy’s back, and Percy shuddered again. He needed something—he needed to be full again—but he couldn’t seem to unstick his tongue.
The bed felt like it was dropping out from under him, and tears began to fall in earnest.
“Percy,” Wren said again, louder, concerned. “Hey, baby. Come back to me. Tell me what you need.”
“Please,” Percy managed to whisper. How could he make Wren understand if he couldn’t speak? His hips moved slightly, and then Wren made a curious noise before slipping a finger into Percy’s ass.
It was something, but it wasn’t enough. He thrust back against Wren’s hand, and then a second finger was added. Then, a third.
“This,” Percy gasped.
Wren gently pumped his fingers, but Percy was far too sensitive, and he whimpered until Wren stilled. A moment later, a kiss dropped on his shoulder. “How about a plug?”
Percy nodded, almost frantic and afraid for Wren to remove his fingers, but the emptiness this time only lasted a moment. He heard a drawer open, then shut. Then thick, heavy silicone pressed against his rim. He let out a chest-deep moan as it slipped past his loose muscles and settled, and all the tension drained from Percy’s limbs.
“Dunno what’s wrong with me,” he muttered against the blankets, trying to hide his face.
Wren wasn’t having any of that, apparently. “There is nothing wrong with you. Not a damn thing.”
He gently tugged and prodded until Percy finally turned his head to face him, and while he thought maybe he’d be met with judgment or amusement, Wren simply looked content.
“Let me kiss you,” Wren whispered.
Percy nodded, and Wren lay face-first on the duvet so he could move in close. Their lips met in a gentle press, and Percy closed his eyes again, basking in the new warmth rushing through his body. He was sated and still stuffed full, and Wren was beside him.
There was no panic, no regret, no second-guessing.
It was just them.
“Percy,” Wren said when he pulled back.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to say your name,” Wren answered with a grin. He shifted closer, then cupped Percy’s cheek. “Let me clean you up and tuck you in?”
Percy closed his eyes, nodding, basking for a moment in his touch. Would it always be like this? He doubted it, and frankly, that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted moments where they could just be. He wanted Wren to make love to him sometimes because he wouldn’t always feel the need to be put on his knees and stuffed full and told how good he was.
Often, but not every time.
“Talk to me,” Wren said, not moving just yet. “Tell me how you feel.”
“I don’t know,” Percy admitted.
“Did I do something wrong?”
The fear in his voice forced Percy’s eyes open, and he pushed up on one elbow, though he still felt barely strong enough to support his own weight. “No.”
“Yes,” Wren countered. “I know I did something wrong, but…”
“You’re not the only one who has things to work through,” Percy interrupted. “Your confusion and struggle—and how it was handled, that didn’t really help my situation any, but it’s still my mess to clean up. My ex did a number on me, and instead of letting myself heal, I just…ran. And I kept running, and the first time I stopped was when I met you.”
“Fuck,” Wren whispered, closing his eyes.
Percy touched his cheek until their gazes were locked again. “I mean that as a good thing. The best thing. I was chasing some idea of what I thought love was supposed to be when I met him, and I stayed because I thought maybe…” He took a breath and admitted something he’d never tell another soul because it was the truth, but it made him feel so damn foolish. “I thought maybe I could love him good enough and long enough that one day, he’d wake up and see that I was worthy of his time. I spent more years with him waiting for him to be sorry than I did admitting I deserved better.”
“And then I showed up,” Wren said, still sounding miserable.
Percy smiled and traced a touch over Wren’s lower lip. “And then you showed up. It was rough with more than a few starts and stops, but you’re a good person, Wren. And you made me realize what it means to wait for someone who deserves it.”
