I fumble the key,taking far too long to open the front door. Bailey’s hanging off me, grabbing my face and pressing his lips against mine, determined to make it impossible for me to find the damn lock. His teeth latch onto my bottom lip, holding me in place. “Shit, Bay. Let me get us in the bloody house,” I groan, ripping my mouth free. A second later the door swings open, and after we kick our boots off, I bend down and lift him over my shoulder, carrying him into the house.
I just about manage to get up the stairs before dropping him onto the bed. His hands go to the waistband of his joggers, and he starts undoing the knot.
“What are you doing?” I ask, suddenly uncertain.
“I’m going to bed,” he says. “Are you?”
I kneel between his legs and place my hands on his hips, tucking my thumbs into his waistband, pausing just in case I’m misreading the situation, and he doesn’t want me to touch him again.
“Yes,” he nods.
I ease his trousers down over his thighs, pulling until they’re completely off and he’s lying there in tight red briefs. The curve of his hard cock is prominent, with a wet patch at the tip from where he’s leaking. I get up and take off my hoodie and shirt as he does the same. Then my hands move to the fastenings on my kilt. His mouth hangs open slightly, and he stares at me with hooded eyes as I let it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. When I look up, Bay is staring, a blush creeping along his cheeks.
“Not what you were expecting?” I chuckle.
“No,” he pouts.
I leave my boxers on and climb onto the bed, suddenly in uncharted waters, nervous to touch him.
“Why are you all the way over there?” he asks.
“I don’t—I don’t want what happened earlier to happen again.” I look at him, and he’s frowning at me.
“I’m not delicate, Teddy,” he snaps.
“I didn’t say you were.”
“I’m fine, just?—”
“You’re not fine.” My voice rises slightly despite trying to remain calm. “A few days ago, I had to wrestle a knife from you. You’ve had numerous panic attacks since, and you freaked out when we made out earlier. So tell me when, amongst all of that, you’ve beenfine.”
His face scrunches up, hurt by my words. That wasn’t my intention at all. I’m just fucking scared of ruining this. I rub my face. “I’m sorry, Bay.”
Silence blankets us for a moment.
“What do you want, Teddy?” he asks.
Him. I don’t want to watch him go back to Cumbria at the end of the week. But I can’t ask him to stay. He has a whole life down there. I reach out and brush his cheek with my thumb. “I want the last twelve years back. I wish I’d figured everythingout sooner so that I didn’t have to bury my heart and leave you behind.”
Bailey swallows, and I grab the back of his neck, pulling him towards me. “What doyouwant?”
I see the moment fire ignites in his eyes. “You. Always you. Just—just don’t hold my arms down, please.”
I lie back, dragging him on top of me. Bailey’s quick to straddle my hips, hands falling either side of my head. Then we’re nose to nose. I wait for him to make the first move, body thrumming with energy as he breathes against my lips, his cock long and heavy, pushing against mine.
But he’s still not moving …
“We don’t have to go any further. We can stay like this the rest of the night.” I reach for his hand and bring it to my lips, kissing the rough, healed cuts on his knuckles. “You set the pace, and I’ll meet you halfway.” I barely get the words out before his lips crash down on mine.
I’m quickly overwhelmed by the weight of him pushing me down into the mattress, his hips grinding into mine, making my cock pulse with want.
I slip my hands down the back of his briefs, feeling the globes of his arse bunch and flex with his movements. I knead them, remembering the curves and dips, the crease between his cheeks and thighs. Bailey’s tongue flicks over mine—every movement makes my balls tighten, and my cock throb. I feel a wetness between us, but I’m not sure if it’s me, him, or the both of us combined.
“Teddy,” he breathes, pulling away.
“You okay?” I ask.
He nods a little frantically. “Please, I want you,” he whimpers, pushing his face against my neck, mouthing at it, making my toes curl and my eyes roll back. His little noisesget louder, and his hips grind more frantically as he murmurs another ‘please’ into the crook of my neck.
