It didn’t even feel like it made the top ten.
Ramsey made a greedy hand motion and kicked him gently on his back with his heel as he crawled up Ramsey’s body.
They kissed, Ramsey tasting himself on Nate’s tongue. Then Nate pulled back. Ramsey didn’t need any more instruction. He reached down and was about to wrap a hand around Nate’s cock. Wanting, more than anyone else, to make him feel good—to make him feel likethis—too. But before he could, Nate batted his hand away and did it himself.
Ramsey couldn’t help the way he pouted about it.
“Sweetheart,” Nate said roughly, “I just want you to lie there. Look perfect.”
Yeah, that was not a surprise. Nate was not the first guy to want that.
But then Nate kept going. “So fucking beautiful when you smiled at me tonight. Like I was seeing the real you. Like youwantedme to see the real you, and I—”
“You did,” Ramsey said and watched, mouth hanging open, as Nate began to come, then, spurting all over his chest in hot wet pulses.
“Fuck,” Nate said with feeling and collapsed against him. Not crushing him, not exactly, because Ramsey wasn’t small either, but hemming him in.
Any other time, Ramsey would’ve kicked him in the leg. Told him to get up. Insisted on them cleaning up.
But this felt . . .well, it feltnice. Especially when Nate tucked his face into Ramsey’s neck. As the seconds ticked by, Ramsey could feel Nate’s heartbeat slowing, and then somehow, aligning with Ramsey’s own.
Ramsey knew he should say something. Ask the inevitable question.Does this change anything?But he didn’t need to ask it, because the answer already felt like it was reverberating inside him, like someone had just hit a gong:it changes everything.
Finally, Nate lifted his head. “Are you freaking out?” he asked.
Ramsey did smack him then. “No.”
“You get that this . . .” Nate hesitated. “We can’t—”
“We can’t go back, I know. I get this changes everything, yes.” Ramsey barely held back an eye roll. Of course Nate was going to ruin this perfectly nice post-orgasm cuddle session by stating a bunch of obvious truths.
“And you’renotfreaking out,” Nate stated rather than asked. His gentle tone was both touching and frustrating.
And yes, Ramsey did understand why he might be worried. God knew they’d both fought against this—in particular it felt like he’d done everything in his power to both bring it to fruition and also push it away as an impossibility—but it had happened, now.
No changing it, even if he wanted to change it. And he didn’t.
“No, I am not freaking out,” Ramsey said carefully, with as much dignity as he could muster with come smeared across his stomach and a two hundred and fifty pound football player plastered across him.
Nate pushed up onto an elbow and stared down at Ramsey. He was grinning. “Good. ’Cause I’m gonna want to do that again.”
“You said so,” Ramsey said.
Nate frowned in confusion. “When?”
“After you kissed me in the hallway,” Ramsey reminded him.
“You did mean it, didn’t you?”
Ramsey nudged him again. Sure, this was all new to him, but he didn’t like or appreciate how many times Nate was questioning him. “YouknowI meant it.”
“God.” Nate sighed happily. “I was the first person you wanted to tell.” He flopped over onto the mattress next to Ramsey.
Ignoring the mess he was making, Ramsey rolled over, unable to help his own answering grin. “You gonna take out a billboard about it?”
“I should. I bet there’d be a lot of disappointed guys out there.”
“A lot,” Ramsey agreed, smirking.
