“Cain?”
“Yeah?”
“I swear to God, if you apologize to me for something else right now, I’m going to…” He paused, like he was thinking of an appropriately dire consequence. “I’m going to hold you down and make you listen to classic rock all night.”
Cain smiled, the frantic butterfly-winged thrum of his heart settling into something slower and deeper. Damon’s rough voice was garbled, like he was drunk on pleasure, pleasure Cain was giving him. And in the face of that, Cain’s doubts vanished.
Well, most of them.
He could count on one hand the number of times he’d topped, and most of those had been a lifetime ago. Before Jack. Back when he and Jesse…
No.Those memories had no place here.
He trailed his fingers down Damon’s ass once more, then lifted himself off the bed, taking care not to use his injured arm. He grabbed the little pharmacy bag with lightning speed and upended it onto the bed. Two packages of condoms and a little tube of lube spilled out, right next to Damon’s naked leg, and the sight made him pause for half a second.
Concentrate!
He shucked his shoes and the remainder of his clothes, then climbed back onto the bed to crouch beside Damon.
Shit. Fuck.Damon’s leg. He bit his lip and thought for a moment, considering the logistics, vaguely aware that Damon had twisted again and was watching him.
A large, long-fingered hand came to rest on his thigh. “Cain?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop thinking.”
Cain lifted his eyes to meet Damon’s gorgeous hazel ones.
“I mean it,” Damon said. “This is fine. This is perfect. I want this.”
“But your leg…”
Damon turned over all the way and sat up. His golden skin gleamed in the weak light from the single fixture mounted over the table. “My leg is just fine. Better than it’s been in a couple of days, thanks to you.” His voice was warm, and his hand trailed up the inside of Cain’s thigh, making Cain shiver.
He wrapped his other arm around the back of Cain’s neck, a move Cain was already coming to think of asDamon’ssignature hold. And just like it always did, the small claiming steadied something inside him.
“Kiss me,” Damon said, and Cain blinked. Damon’s hand at his neck was so warm, and his clever fingers trailed up and down Cain’s leg - closer and closer to his erection, which had flagged just a little thanks to his worry, but was now raging back to life once more. “Stop thinking and just kiss me.”
So Cain did, leaning forward into Damon, letting his hands spear into the long strands of Damon’s hair. Damon’s hand on his thigh moved to his back, pulling their chests flush, and then Damon sank back down onto the bed, pulling Cain with him.
All of Cain’s rational thoughts, all of his doubts, burned to ash in the fire of their kiss. Damon let him take charge - there was no doubt in Cain’s mind that it was intentional on Damon’s part, that he could have grabbed control at any moment, but he was giving this to Cain.
Cain stretched out fully atop Damon, bringing as much of their skin as possible into alignment, and he thrust their cocks together. They moaned into each other’s mouths, and it was glorious. Damon’s hands roamed across Cain’s back and over his shoulders, like he wanted to claim every inch he found, and Cain pushed himself harder into Damon, as though Damon could somehow take him over completely.
Damon, Damon, Damon.
No other thought in the world, no other star in the sky.
The simple friction of their bodies was the greatest pleasure Cain had ever imagined, but he was driven by the idea that he needed to make this as amazing as possible for the man beneath him. Without breaking their kiss, he fumbled for the lube on the other side of the bed. He pulled back for just a second and opened it -Christ, what were they thinking when they designed these packages? Did they really think people had time to mess with this shit? -then he drizzled some into his palm.
Damon had lifted up onto his elbow and was watching Cain, his eyes glimmering with amusement and something harder, something hotter.Want.
Cain leaned over him again, smearing the lubricant over both of their cocks, before gripping them together in his hand. He looked down, and the sight almost had him spilling himself then and there.
“Oh fuck.” Damon’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Not enough. I want your skin on mine. Get down here,” he growled, pulling Cain down by the neck.
Within seconds, Damon was hipping up, fucking Cain’s palm. “Jesus, Cain,” he hissed. “It’s too good. Too good.”
