“So’s mine,” Josh moaned.
“So you’ll get them,” Liam said.“That’s not the scary part.”
Josh turned in his arms, needing to kiss him, to feel his soapy chest, to glut himself on Liam’s skin as he hadn’t managed to do yet.
“What’s the scary part?”he asked, pulling Liam’s head down so Josh could plunder that full mouth.
Liam struggled to lift his head long enough to answer.“You’re the only one they’ve met,” he whispered hoarsely.“You’re the only one whose name they know.You’re the only one—”
Josh kissed him again, a part of him thrilled beyond measure, too thrilled to be scared or anxious, and Liam took him in, magnified the kiss, ravished him with it, until Liam turned off the water and—still kissing—pulled Josh out of the shower, dried him tenderly and, kiss by kiss by step by step, took him to the bed.
Josh’s shoulder didn’t hurt anymore.He’d slept, he was clean, safe, and oh God, so needy!
“Hard and fast this time?”he almost begged.
Liam was reaching for something on the bedstand behind Josh’s head.“Not going to last any other way,” he said, voice thready.
In a moment he’d returned, a small bottle of lubricant in his hand, and with a short, savage kiss on the mouth, he adjusted his concentration to between Josh’s thighs.
Josh bent his knees, splaying himself, still a little shy, but also—oh!“Oh yes,” he mumbled.“I like that.”
“Pay attention,” Liam murmured against his neck, his fingers busy, spreading slick, stretching, arousing.“Someday you’ll be doing this to me.”
The image filled him, his own cock disappearing into Liam’s body, Liam soft and begging beneath him.He moaned, and Liam ducked his head quickly, taking Josh’s cock into his mouth and throat and pulling just as quickly off.
“You like that idea,” Liam said and chuckled.He placed himself between Josh’s thighs, and this time Josh closed his eyes, letting Liam’s flesh fill him, push him, as he let himself float and merge, enjoying their clean, warm skin sliding softly as they moved.
“Oh….”He wanted to be clever.He wanted to say witty things in bed, telling Liam that this waseverythinghe’d ever wanted from making love, that it wasmore.But only the soft sibilants of pleasure escaped.
And then the pleasure changed to urgency and the urgency to need.Soon he was bucking up against Liam in time, the sound of their sex smacking against the still air.Behind his eyes rushed white light, then blue, then red, as his climax exploded, and he groaned hard, bearing down as Liam rutted inside him, his own climax spilling, filling him, their spend hot and slick and absolutely a part of their lovemaking in a way Josh had never suspected.
They both cried out, spasms rocking them, and then they floated down, down, back into Liam’s bed, soft and clean—or at least it was beneath the towel Josh sensed under his hips.
He laughed softly, opening his eyes, finding Liam’s merry blue eyes searching his face.
“What?”Liam asked, sliding out of him as he rolled to his side, one hand on Josh’s damp chest.
“The towel.Good planning.”
Liam chuckled.“I… I keep thinking we should be having quickies in the closet, or I should be bending you over, taking you, and leaving you begging for more.Honeymoon sex, but I can’t.”
“Why not?”He rather liked the idea.
But Liam sobered and stroked the side of Josh’s cheek.“Because I can’t think of it being anything less than beautiful.Not right now.Maybe later, when I stop waking up and thinking, ‘He’s here in bed with me.He kissed me good night.It’s all I ever wanted.’Maybe we’ll have ravenous, carefree sex then.Now it’s too important, you and me together.”
Josh seized his fingers and kissed them, nibbling a little.“I wish I could argue with that,” he said, remembering the months of wishing Liam was there, knowing the only reason he wasn’t was that Josh’s pride wouldn’t let him be.“Maybe we’ll know we can trust this when the sex doesn’t have to be perfect.”
“Are you complaining?”Liam asked.
Josh smiled at him and shook his head.Into the dreamy silence, his stomach spoke loudly, letting them both know thatsomebodyhadn’t eaten yet, and laughing, they both got up from bed and dressed, Josh in yoga pants and one of Liam’s plain button-down work shirts.
Because Liam had placed it over his shoulders and kissed his neck and said, “Please.It’s a fantasy of mine.”
Josh grinned and slid it on, doing the buttons at the middle but not at his throat or around his waist.The shirt was big on him—he knew it would be—but he could see how having a smaller, more delicate lover could bring out the caveman in somebody.
He didn’t mind.His own fantasy had been cemented by Liam’s throaty chiding when they’d been in bed, and someday Josh would be the one topping, and Liam would be losing his mind.
In a few minutes, Liam was on one of the couches, presumably doing real Interpol paperwork on his laptop, while Josh rooted through their luggage for the carefully packed practice equipment.
