“Yeah?” Ramsey looked briefly ashamed, before that expression melted away, replaced by his usual self-confidence. “Yeah. I didn’tbreakin. Not my fault you’re kind of lazy about how you plug in your door code.”
“Good thing I wasn’t doing it in front of someone I cared about keeping it a secret from, then,” Nate teased. He reached out and to his pleased delight, Ramsey let himself be pulled into his embrace.
“Good thing,” Ramsey said, voice muffled by Nate’s shoulder. He pulled back a little. “I meant it though. I’m sure you’ve got your regular routine, and I don’t want to mess it up, but I just thought it would be nice, or, um, thoughtful, even to have dinner waiting for you. And if you don’t want to eat it tonight—”
Affection swamped Nate. He loved the calm, self-possessed Ramsey. The one who charmed everyone, who made it look easy as breathing, even as Nate knew it wasn’t. But he liked this Ramsey too. The one who wanted to be kind and thoughtful, but didn’t know how to do it without being clearly nervous about it.
“Hey,” he interrupted gently, placing a finger on Ramsey’s mouth to keep him from rambling, “it’s fine. It’s good, even. Maybe . . .maybe time to start a new routine, even.”
Ramsey’s eyes softened. It was unreal how Nate had ever believed he was coldly calculated. Hecouldchess-master the hell out of any situation but it wasn’t ever cold. It was burning hot, every bit of his machinations suffused not by how little he cared, but how much.
“How would this new routine go?”
“Hmmm.” Nate tilted his head. Then leaned in and brushed a kiss across Ramsey’s mouth. He tasted like basil and garlic. Like he’d been sampling the sauce, wanting it to be perfect. “We can start with that. You got any ideas?”
Ramsey’s grip on his shoulders tightened and his body swayed closer, pressing up against Nate’s.
“I can think of a few things.”
Ramsey kissed him this time, soft and lush, drawing it out until Nate’s head was swimming with an intoxicating combination of lust and something so much sweeter. An emotion that he didn’t want to name, even though he was becoming more and more sure he knew what it was.
Maybe what it hadalwaysbeen.
“That’s good, too.” Nate broke off with a gasp. And sucked in another breath when Ramsey dropped to the floor. Tugging Nate’s sweatpants down with him.
“Yeah?” Ramsey looked up, the blue in his eyes slowly getting swallowed by the pupils as he stroked Nate’s rapidly hardening dick. “How about this?”
Naturally, Ramsey was good with his hands. A deft, skilled touch.
This would’ve been plenty. Frankly, even a non-sexual text from Ramsey might’ve been enough to get him going when he’d gone to bed later tonight. He’d imagined a picture being the most he could hope for.
But now he had Ramsey tilting his head up, looking at him from under his lashes, like he knew exactly what he looked like, and stroking his cock like he was born to do it.
“I think this is a nice touch, how about you?” Ramsey’s tone had gotten breathier, and his face looked like a freaking wet dream come to life, but none of it felt manufactured. From the way he kept squirming, like he couldn’t help how much it turned him on to have Nate like this, to the obvious erection tenting the front of his gray sweatpants, it was clear he was one hundred percent into this.
IntoNate.
That was the fucking ego boost of a century, but that wasn’t even why Nate loved it so much. It was everything else about Ramsey.
The carefully hidden thoughtfulness and generosity and loyalty that ran through him, deep, that he’d begun to allow Nate to see.
Then Ramsey slid an inch closer and Nate’s fingers dug into Ramsey’s curls, tightening as Ramsey took his cock into his mouth.
And as good as Ramsey had been with his hands, it was nothing,nothing, compared to how good he was at this.
“So fucking amazing,” Nate breathed out unsteadily.
Ramsey hummed around his length, doing something sinful and incredible with his tongue. Pleasure fizzed through Nate’s body, and Ramsey groaned hard when Nate’s fingers sank even tighter into his hair.
It was hard to even know what was more arousing. The incredible visual of having Ramsey on his knees for him like this or how fucking insane he was at sucking cock or the fact that it was happeningat allafter so many months of never believing that it would.
Ramsey’s fingertips dug into Nate’s thigh, and Nate, who’d been trying to keep his eyes away from how spectacular Ramsey looked like this with the hopes of prolonging the dirty joy of it even a few seconds longer, had to look down. Then he saw Ramsey grinding against his own palm, a damp patch obvious on the gray fabric of his sweatpants, and that was it. Game fucking over.
He tensed, nudging Ramsey’s head with his touch, making it clear he wasn’t lasting much longer, but Ramsey didn’t budge, and a moment later, he tumbled headfirst into an orgasm he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
Ramsey was panting and a moment later, Nate’s softening cock just slipping from the heat of his mouth, he made a shocked sound and came too.
For a second, neither of them moved. Nate because he didn’t trust his body or his brain. Maybe he’d scoop up and carry Ramsey to his bed, tie him down, and never let him leave. Whisper sweet nothings in his ear until he stopped being afraid, stopped worrying that this wasn’t real and wasn’t lasting.
