“I can take care of myself,” I promise as I kiss his cheek. “Stay and look after him, baby boy.”
“Why don’t you stay?” Noah’s voice shocks us both, and he rolls his eyes under our weighted gazes. “There are plenty of rooms. Mackie would feel better if you did. He’s right. It’s late.” He nods up the stairs. “Pick any but mine, and no trying to spoon me again.” He walks to the stairs. “I’m going to wash up. Mackie, help me. I’m still sick.”
Laughing, Mackie kisses my cheek. “Please stay,” he murmurs before following Noah upstairs. I hesitate before taking off my coat. I should probably leave, but honestly, I’m tired, and being closer to Mackie is better, and if Noah needs me for anything, at least I’ll be right here. Grabbing my bag from the hospital, I head upstairs, hearing them behind a partially open door. I head to the door farther down and open it, finding an empty bedroom.
There isn’t much in it, just a bed and a TV, but it will do. Dropping my bag on the bed, I take a quick shower and climb into the sheets inmy boxers, the lamp on the side table throwing the room into shadows and warm light.
It’s strange not being in my own bed, but knowing Mackie is just down the corridor makes it better. Sighing, I reach over and turn off the light, wishing he were next to me.
I close my eyes and force myself to relax, and within minutes, I’m asleep.
I feel the bed dip, and an arm slips around me, startling me awake. I spin, blinking into the dark room. Moonlight streams in through the window, allowing me to see Mackie. “Is everything okay?” I ask. “Noah?”
“He’s fine, sleeping,” he assures me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I roll over, the sheet slipping down to my waist. His eyes sweep over my chest, sending heat through me, but I ignore it. I’m always needy around him. “Mackie?”
“Nothing, I just missed you and couldn’t sleep. Can I sleep here with you?” he asks softly.
“Always, but what about Noah?”
“He’s fine. He always sleeps like the dead,” he scoffs as he leans back on his knees. He’s in an oversized shirt, no doubt Noah’s, and his boxers, his bare legs folded beneath him. He looks so fucking cute that I open my arms, and he smiles as he falls into them. His head finds its spot on my chest as his legs tangle with mine, and I hold him, sighing happily.
His hand strokes my chest, sliding across my skin, and I ignore my body’s reaction. He needs comfort right now, not me feeling him up. Kissing his head, I close my eyes and try to sleep.
He doesn’t help when he keeps petting my chest. I don’t think he even realizes what he’s doing, just trailing his fingers up my pecs then down, and that’s when I realize he’s teasing me.
My eyes snap open and narrow on him.
“Mackie,” I warn, but his hand slides farther down, playing with the waistband of my boxers. “If you don’t stop, you won’t be sleeping.”
“Maybe I don’t want to sleep,” he flirts as he lifts his head andprops it on my chest. With a small smile, he slides his hand into my boxers and grips my hard length. “I don’t think you want to either.”
Groaning, I try to fight my desire as I reach down and cover his hand in my boxers. “You need to sleep?—”
“I need you,” he murmurs, stealing my protests as he leans up and kisses my chin. “You need me too, don’t you?”
“Always,” I answer without pause. “But right now—fuck.” My head drops back as he strokes me fast and hard, making me lose all train of thought.
“Mackie,” I say, but he keeps kissing my chin and neck as he works my dick until I can’t take any more. Knocking him aside, I roll us over and slam his hands down on the bed at his sides. He wiggles beneath me, his eyes hungry as he leans up and kisses me until I give in. I kiss him back and rip off his ridiculously large shirt. He helps, and I yank down his boxers so he’s naked below me, hard and perfect, his hands curling around mine. Pulling away, I kiss down his cheek then his neck before reaching his perfect chest. I slide my tongue across his collarbone and down to his nipple. My eyes roll up to his, then I suck it into my mouth before biting down, and he gasps.
“Conan, please,” he begs, rolling his hips.
Smiling, I release his nipple, lick down his abs and across his tattoo, then I suck him into my mouth as he cries out. “Don’t wake Noah. I won’t stop,” I warn before I suck him down until he yanks on my hair. I let him, sliding up his body.
“Fuck me,” he orders, his face hard and demanding as he releases my hair and reaches over, fumbling in the bedside drawer before handing me a bottle of lube. “Right now.”
“Like I can say no to you,” I tease as I kiss him, sliding one of my arms under his leg and lifting it back. Taking the bottle from him, I deepen the kiss even as I cover my fingers, sliding them across his perfect ass before I slip them into his tight hole. I fuck him with my digits until he gasps into my mouth.
“Please, Conan, please,” he whines, his cock leaking all over his abs. He’s so desperate for me, so fucking pretty. Pulling my fingersfree, I lean down and lick his abs, groaning at his taste as I lift his hips higher, throwing his leg over my arm.
With my other hand, I shove my boxers down and stroke my throbbing length. I stare at my boy. He’s so goddamn beautiful, especially when he narrows his eyes on me and presses down, making me grin as I slide into his pretty ass inch by slow inch, forcing him to take all of me. His eyes widen and then close in bliss as we work together until I’m deep inside him. Gasping below me, he starts to move, and I follow suit with slow, rolling thrusts as he claws at my arm and side.
“Harder,” he begs. “Conan. Please.”
“So impatient,” I mutter as I release his leg.
I lift him up, and he gasps as I drop him onto my lap. My arms wrap around his back, and I help him move as he rides me. Sliding one hand up, I grip his hair and pull his head back so I can kiss his neck as he moans, riding me faster as I flex my hips and bury myself as deep as I can.
