I kiss his back as my hand moves even higher, cupping his throat. I feel his Adam’s apple against my palm. I brush my fingers against his chin. Gods, he’s so fucking sexy. I still can’t believe I’m allowed to feel this way, that I’m allowed totouchhim so freely.
I’ve been holding myself back for as long as I’ve known Wade. I didn’t want to overwhelm him after we escaped that awful camp. He needed time to breathe, time to just be free. My feelings didn’t wait though. How could they? It feels inevitable that I would fall in love with this strong, kind, gentle giant of a man.
In another life, I think we would have met more naturally. We’d have a stereotypical romance after bumping into each other for coffee. We’d have fucked around before getting serious, moving in together. Maybe we’d adopt a dog or maybe a cat together.
That’s not our life though and despite everything, I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. We found each other in the darkness. We came together when all else was lost. We fought, tooth and nail, to protect each other. Our bond is forged in fire and trauma, because of that, it’s unshakable.
“Wade,” I say again, nipping at his right shoulder. “Are you awake?”
Wade hums softly, his hand moving up from the bed and lacing his fingers with mine where it still sits against his throat. He squeezes my fingers.
“I believe you have a promise to keep,” I tell him, unable to keep myself from smirking against his back.
Somehow, despite just waking up, Wade immediately gets the upper hand. In a move that steals my breath, he’s flipped our positions so that I’m flat on my back with him between my legs. I stare up at him with wide eyes that only somehow widen further when he ducks down and kisses me.
My arms wrap around his back, keeping him close as we kiss. Wade’s tongue shoves into my mouth and I whine, the sound swallowed by his lips. My body goes from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. My cock throbs where it’s trapped in my boxers, aching to be touched.
“Wade,” I gasp out as he shoves his hips down, rubbing them against my own. Our cocks brush and it makes my head spin with lust. This is familiar. This is what we’re used to doing.
It seems so stupid now, thinking we were just getting off together as nothing more than friends. We cared about each other so deeply even then, but we were holding ourselves back. We didn’t want to fuck up what we already had. It’s silly, thinking about now.
“The sounds you make,” Wade breathes out, moving his mouth down my jaw. “They’re so pretty. Could get off just listening to you.”
“Fuck,” I hiss out, my fingers tightening in the back of Wade’s shirt. “Fuck, Wade.”
“Yeah. That’s the plan. If you still want it.”
“Yes. Please. I want to feel you, Wade. I need it. Need tofeel.”
Wade pushes himself up so he can stare down at me. His eyes meet mine and something seems to pass between us. He cups my face gently, running his thumb over my skin.
“I understand,” he says softly and in that moment I know hedoes. We both need this. We need to feel the intimacy of it, the closeness. We need the reminder that we’ve made it through the other side. That we’re still alive, stilltogether.
Wade crawls out of bed, digging into the dresser. He tosses a container of lube towards me before getting out of his clothes. I have no idea where the lube came from but I’m glad he found it. That’s going to feel so much better than trying to do this with spit.
As much as I’d like to sit here and stare, I get to work on my own clothes, wanting to get naked as soon as possible, knowing what comes next.
Anticipation lights up my veins, stirring a fire within my gut. My cock is so hard that it hurts. As much as I want to wrap my hand around myself and take a bit of pressure off, I don’t darefor fear of coming too soon. I amnotgetting off until Wade is inside me.
When Wade joins me in bed again, he doesn’t crawl between my legs. He settles himself on his side, his right leg over my right, pulling my thighs open. He pours some lube onto his fingers, bringing them between my legs.
“Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable. I want to make you feel good.”
I turn my head and steal his lips in a fierce kiss. As our tongues touch, Wade’s finger swirls around my hole. The sensation is dizzying in the most wonderful way. When he pushes inside, I tense for only a moment before relaxing again, allowing him inside.
We stay like that for a long time, making out, holding each other, as Wade fingers me open. Eventually, it becomes too much and I can’t wait a moment longer.
“Wade,” I breathe out against his lips. “Please, I’m ready. Fuck me.”
“Okay,” he says softly, pulling his fingers free.
He adds some more lube to his cock before flipping me over to my stomach. He crawls on top of me, covering my entire body with his own. He’s so much broader than me, the time we’ve spent together doing wonderful things to his body. He makes me feel so small in this position.
In other circumstances, I might have felt like this position wasn’t as personal as face to face, but that’s not the case. I can feel Wade all around me. He wraps his arms around my chest, holding on tight as he carefully positions his cock to my hole.
I breathe out a long sigh as he pushes in, breaching my body. The stretch is a lot, but the lube helps. Wade starts kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck. I feel my body relax even further, allowing him to press in until his hips meet my ass.
“Briggs,” Wade breathes out, his voice breaking. “Briggs. You feel incredible.”
