And came, and came and came and came.
And when his balls were dry, he still shuddered, clenching around Gideon’s fingers.He cried out when Gideon withdrew them, and Gideon whispered, “Coming, baby.I’m coming,” as he repositioned himself, thrusting up and inside Joey’s still tremoring body.
The little mewl that issued from his lips destroyed Gideon’s heart as it drove his body on.Joey wrapped his legs around Gideon’s hips, and Gideon thrust again and again and again, wiping his fingers off on the sheets so he could pin Joey’s shoulders against the bed and plunder his mouth while he plundered his body.
Joey’s movements, his noises, were no longer pleading, no longer desperate—they were fierce.He thrust his hips up to meet Gideon’s and battled for supremacy in the cage of their kiss.
Gideon welcomed it, loved Joey Carlyle’s fierceness, loved his fight, wanted his lover whole and powerful as they took each other, met equally on the battlefield of passion.
His own climax threatened, and he growled, trying to drive it back, knowing Joey needed him there, thrusting,fucking,for as long as possible, but Joey raked his nails across Gideon’s lower back.
“Don’t you dare,” he commanded, the first sane thing he’d said since they’d gotten to the bedroom.“Come on, dammit, come in me—come inside me!”
And just knowing his will had returned was enough.He threw his head back, exposing his throat, driving so deeply into Joey Carlyle’s body he thought hissoulwas thrusting inside.Joey moaned from a deep place in his gut, a place Gideon could feel down in his cock, and a last bit of come spattered from Joey’s cock across Gideon’s abs.
And Gideon lost all cohesion, his orgasm destroying him, disintegrating his identity, his boundaries, his inhibitions, and he howled, a guttural, visceral sound he didn’t recognize as his own as he pulsed come into the haven of Joey Carlyle’s ass.
He came to himself still lodged inside Joey, face buried in the hollow of Joey’s neck and shoulders, his own body still twitching.
There was an angry pounding coming from the room next door, and Gideon squeezed his eyes shut and tried to place it.
“What the…,” he mumbled.
Joey let out a broken little laugh.“You were loud,” he said.
“Iwas loud?”Although yes—that final cry, that had been… well, a lot.
“Wewere loud,” Joey sighed, his body so limp and pliant Gideon wondered if they’d fall into each other, become one flesh forever.
“Mm.”Before Gideon could draw in enough breath to shout a weak “Sorry,” the pounding faded, and he let out a low grunt and slid to the side.His cock slid out of Joey’s body, and the gush that followed was enough to make him sigh.
“I’ll change the sheets,” Joey murmured.“You get something to eat.”
“Sure,” he said, pleased that Joey was sounding more… moreCarlylelike, but still not quite of this earth yet.
“Never mind,” Joey said, laughing a little.He slithered out from Gideon’s arm and bent to kiss his cheek, lingering, rubbing his lips along Gideon’s cheekbone and nuzzling his ear.“You stay there,” he said.“I’ll start dinner and come in with the sheets.I… I really want to eat dinner with you after this.I want to come back to our clean den and sleep.”
Gideon nodded, wishing he had words yet, but he was already half asleep.
Then Joey’s smell, his heat, slid away, and he wasallasleep, and that was fun too.
HE AWOKEhalf an hour later to the smell of breaded chicken cutlets frying and Joey’s gentle shaking.“Get dressed, clean up, and go finish dinner while I do this.”The hand not squeezing his arm waved clean linens around.
He was still out of it enough to realize he hadn’t said anything even as he got up to follow orders.
He was a little more awake when Joey came back out of the bedroom, and together they plated up the chicken, the microwaved potatoes, and the salad Gideon had whipped up, and brought their plates and a glass of wine to the coffee table, where they both sat on the floor and ate, their conversation minimal.
Finally they pushed their plates away and moved up to sit on the couch, Gideon leaning back so Joey could rest his head on Gideon’s chest.
“Do we have to talk about it?”Joey asked reluctantly.
Gideon sighed.“Only a little,” he said.
“What’s a little?”
“Joey?”
“Yeah?”
