Ramsey typed out a quick message, flashed the screen towards Nate—who barely caught the wordsforget it, I was stupid, don’t trade me—and then he tossed his phone onto the couch before pulling Nate against him.
“That’s all you wanted to say?” Nate said in disbelief.
“Covered the important points, yeah,” Ramsey said and then he was kissing Nate again, and it was so good, so right, it was hard to keep his wits about him.
But then, maybe keeping his wits about him was overrated.
Maybe what they both needed was to get lost in each other for awhile.
“Should I be flattered that you didn’t send him a whole three point plan?”
“Baby,” Ramsey drawled, “do youwantme thinking about a three point plan now?”
The answer was unequivocally no, so it just made sense for Nate to kiss him quiet and then turn the tables, him dragging Ramsey towards the bedroom.
A shaft of weak mid-afternoon sunlight cut across the room as Nate pushed him onto the bed and crawled over him. Ramsey groaned deep as Nate blanketed his body, their mouths moving together hot and wet and sure.
Ramsey’s hands were in his hair, then digging into his shoulders. Reaching down and pulling his sweatshirt and thenhis T-shirt off. Palms hot on Nate’s bare skin as he arched up, rubbing his cock against Nate’s.
Nate felt breathless and needy, already. Every time they slept together it was better than the last. Ramsey was an addiction he’d never get out from under his skin, a burning craving he was looking forward to spending his life gorging on.
“Can’t get enough of you,” Nate murmured, kissing Ramsey’s neck and then pulling back so he could wrangle Ramsey’s shirt off.
For a second he rocked back onto his heels, taking in the incomparable view in front of him. Blond curls spreading out like a halo, blue eyes shining up at him, full of awe and affection and lust. Pale skin, rippling with muscle, still vaguely tinged with the sun of a faraway summer.
Nate trailed his fingertips down his chest, then lower, tucking them underneath the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down the rest of the way. Ramsey’s cock was straining against his dark blue briefs, and the Nate watched every tiny shift of Ramsey’s expression as he cupped it, smoothing his palm down its length.
Ramsey’s teeth dug into his plush bottom lip, already slightly swollen and wet from Nate’s mouth.
“Want you,” Ramsey said, the words escaping him, soft and true.
Nate knew Ramsey meant every word. He also knew what else his words meant, theotherword that replacedwantin Ramsey’s head. He heard it just as good as if he’d said it.
Words were fine and good, but they were nothing compared to the way Ramsey was looking at him now, love shining in his eyes.
He was always beautiful but he was most beautiful when he was looking at Nate this way, his heart written into every line of his face.
“Love you too,” Nate said, leaning down to tug Ramsey’s briefs down. He caught just a glimpse of Ramsey’s face and how it broke open, every bit of his feelings laid bare, before he tucked his head down and sucked the head of Ramsey’s cock into his mouth.
Ramsey’s whole body jerked, and his hands found Nate’s hair, digging into his scalp. “God, yes,please,” he cried out above Nate.
And what else was Nate supposed to do but give him everything he wanted? Lavish the kind of pleasure on Ramsey that he deserved? He slid his tongue down the underside and then took more into his mouth, savoring the taste and the weight of him.
His own cock throbbed as he built up a good rhythm but it was easier than he’d thought to forget about his own desire and focus on Ramsey’s.
So easy to lose himself until Ramsey was clutching his head, every muscle clenching and he was groaning deep as he came down Nate’s throat.
Nate raised his head and took in the incomparable view laid out before him—Ramsey melting into the mattress, bliss painted across his features, blue eyes soft and languorous and full of love.
“Come here,” Ramsey murmured and Nate didn’t need another invitation.
He shoved his sweatpants down and groaned as he got a hand around his dick, aching and as hard as he’d ever been in his life.
As he straddled Ramsey’s waist, his hand tucked itself around Nate’s and around Nate’s straining dick.
“God,” Nate groaned. Just his touch felt good, but Ramsey’s? And them moving together? On a whole other level.
Once when he was drunk, Deacon had told him that when you fell in love, even the simplest handjob could feel life and mind altering. He got it now.
