“Uhh… little bit of both?”
Ryder let me go, then rolled me onto my back. “You okay?”
“Yeah, of course!”
His eyes tensed. “Do you remember what you said last night?”
“Uhh… umm.” I chuckled.
His face relaxed, and he pecked my lips. “Listen, it’s okay if you’re not ready yet, or don’t feel that way, or don’t know how you feel, but I want you to know I love you, too.”
A million pounds lifted off my body, and in their wake, a shimmering warmth filled my chest. I smiled at him, letting some of the glow out, then brought his face to mine and kissed him. It was slow, but still passionate.
When he broke away, Ryder said, “So I’ll take that as you love me too, and it wasn't just drunken sex talk?”
“Absolutely.”
“I need to hear you say it.” How he could manage a smirk so soon after waking up was a wonder to me.
“I love you, Ryder Beckett. With all my heart.”
His eyes crinkled. “I love you, too, Finn Carter. Every part of you.” Ryder kissed my top lip, then bottom. I’d never seen his eyes such a light blue, or his smile so bright. “Except maybe your morning breath.”
I assaulted his flank with an aggressive tickle barrage. “Yours isn’t any better,” I said, laughing with him.
He was hard when he threw off the covers and got out of bed. “C’mon. Let’s brush and get naughty in the shower.”
I followed him to the primary bathroom. His apartment had two, and the one attached to his bedroom had double sinks. Ryder had bought me a toothbrush after spending several nights a week there. We brushed naked and raging erect while smiling and glancing at one another in the mirror.
There wasn’t a word for what I felt. It was like that warmth in my chest had reproduced a million times, only it was funny, and soft, and lively and excited, and bursting with every color known to man. Happiness, maybe. Yeah, that worked. Everything with Ryder kept getting better. If that was what an actual relationship was like, I was worse than a fool for waiting so goddamn long to find one.
But maybe that was only how I’d feel with Ryder. He was my boyfriend, partner, and the man who was becoming my best friend. I’d always love Miles. He was my ride-or-die for life, but Ryder was different. The sex, yes, but Ryder was just as awesome, if not more, with his clothes on.
We didn’t bother with soap. We’d only get dirtier under the hot water. Ryder cradled my head in his hand as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He grabbed my ass hard, then gave it a little slap.
When he let my face go, his hands traversed my body up and down, only to find and gather our cocks. He used the water to rub them against each other while stroking up and down. It was fucking incredible. I’d never imagined another cock could make mine feel that good.
Our kiss got heavier, and he let us go. But then held my hips and ground his cock into my pelvis, and mine into his. It was working, doing all the great penis-things that every man loves with nothing more than the pressure and friction of his body.
My head fell back, and I groaned in pleasure. “Fuck me, Ry. Please.”
“You read my mind, babe,” he said, turning me around to face the wall.
I braced myself, anticipating the heat and insistent pressure of his cock head on my hole, but I was left waiting.
“Ry?” I said, thinking maybe he was figuring out the lube situation.
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
He shut the shower off. Once it was gone, we both heard the banging. I stood and faced him.
“Someone’s here.”
“Probably Mormons or something.” I wrapped my arms around him. “Fuck them. No… fuckme.”
“On a Friday morning? I doubt it.”
