Two fingers made Joe gasp but Kaden was slow and careful.
“Can I be on my back?” Joe panted. “I want to see you.”
“Yes.”
While Joe turned over, Kaden rolled on a condom. His fingers were shaking.
“It might hurt a bit at first,” Kaden said. “Then it won’t.”
Joe nodded.
“Push back against me. That’ll make it easier.”
Joe nodded again, but slower, his gaze fixed on Kaden’s face.
Kaden was slow and careful as he pressed into him, watching every flicker of Joe’s expression, every intake of breath. Joe’s breathing sped up and he clenched his fists. Kaden pressed his forehead to Joe’s as he gave Joe time to adjust.
“More,” Joe whispered.
Kaden smiled, then kept going until he was seated as far as he could get inside him. Joe slid his hands up Kaden’s arms and wrapped them around his shoulders.
“Kade,” Joe whispered and smiled. “Mine.”
Oh God.
Then Kaden began to move. It took every bit of control to go slowly, to let Joe adjust to what he was doing. Joe began to lift into his thrust and Kaden allowed himself to move faster.
“Oh God, Joe, you feel so good.”
Kaden didn’t last long. It was impossible. The clench of Joe’s muscles around him. The look on Joe’s face. The sounds he was making. The calling out of his name. Not Kaden but Kade. Kaden cried out when he came, emptying himself into Joe and when he felt Joe wrap his legs and arms around him and hold him tight, he let himself fall into Joe’s embrace and their hearts came down together.
When they were cleaned up and back in each other’s arms in bed, Kaden pushed damp hair back from Joe’s forehead.
“Was that okay?” Kaden whispered.
“I don’t have the words to say how okay that was.” Joe snuggled even closer against him. “I’m glad I have a lot to learn. I’m glad I have you to teach me.”
When they came down for breakfast the next morning, Joe had a broad smile on his lips and Kaden was feeling smug that he’d put it there. Alistair sat at the kitchen table, drinking tea. Judging by his amused expression, Alistair knew exactly what they’d got up to last night. Maybe he’d heard them. Kaden rolled his shoulders in discomfort. They needed to find somewhere else to live.
“Good morning,” Alistair said. “Sleep well?”
Oh yes, he’d heard them.
“Help yourself to whatever you’d like to eat.”
“Not Marmite.” Joe stared at the jar on the table.
“Toast and marmalade?” Kaden asked. “You as well, Alistair?”
“Please,” Alistair said.
Kaden poured coffee. “I’m doing an open mic tonight at Hoopers in Soho. Would you like to come?”
Alistair shook his head. “Sorry. I’m meeting a friend. Next time?”
“Sure.” Kaden doubted it was Alistair’s sort of thing anyway.
They sat at the table with Alistair. Although nothing felt particularly awkward, Kaden wanted Joe in a place of their own. The money Joe had won would make that possible.
