The air in the station wagon was lighter, fresher, every small smile from Malcolm a new burst of joy behind Iggy’s breastbone. He’d forgotten what it felt like to love and be loved, and maybe it was too soon after reuniting, but it had been a lifetime in the waiting.
Uncle Howie was in a great mood when they walked into his room, and he seemed to sense the emotional shift between Iggy and Malcolm. But he didn’t press, only talked about going home tomorrow. He had a final appointment with the PT at nine, and Iggy promised to be there for any recommendationsor instructions for his uncle’s home care. They also planned to acquire a few in-home medical aides, which Iggy was more than capable of picking up in the wagon.
After less than forty minutes, Uncle Howie made a series of exaggerated yawns and stretches. Iggy might have laughed at the obvious display if he also wasn’t a touch nervous about going home with Malcolm. He wanted to use those supplies tonight, to give himself to Malcolm in a way he’d only done once before. To join their bodies in an intimate act he’d never allowed with another man, not even Darren.
He wanted Malcolm inside him tonight.
The saloon’s parking lot was mostly full when Iggy drove through it, to the gravel driveway around back to the trailer. He didn’t really notice the lights or the faint thrum of music or life inside the building. It didn’t matter. Only one other person in the universe mattered tonight.
He held Malcolm’s hand on the walk from the station wagon to the trailer door, releasing him long enough to unlock and then relock it once they were inside. Iggy braced for Malcolm to pounce, or pull him toward the bedroom so they could get naked again as fast as possible. Instead, Malcolm grinned at him boyishly, almost shyly, and Iggy’s heart fluttered. They both wanted to go slow.
“Spend the night with me?” Iggy asked.
“Yeah.”
Malcolm grabbed the condoms and lube from the kitchen table, and followed Iggy to his bedroom. His belly rumbled with anticipation and nerves, and he stared at the covers still rumpled from earlier. Malcolm put their supplies on the edge of the dresser near the bed, then slid up behind Iggy and curled an arm around his waist, palm resting over Iggy’s belly. Warm lips pressed into Iggy’s neck; happy signals raced to his groin. Malcolm’s hard cock pushed against his crease.
Iggy moaned. “Need you. Need you in me, babe.”
“God, yes.” He thrust his hips once, then his right hand drifted down to squeeze Iggy’s erection through his jeans. Iggy gasped and pushed into that firm grip, hating the thick material between them. “Can’t wait to be inside you again, Iggs.”
“Then get your clothes off.”
On a chuff of laughter, Malcolm released him. This was the easy part, shedding their clothes, being naked together. They’d shared countless blow jobs, spent hours jerking each other and frotting together to climax. But this sort of intimacy? Of Iggy accepting another man’s cock inside his body? Still a rare and precious sharing between them.
Standing naked together by the bed, Malcolm seemed uncertain, which wouldn’t do at all. Iggy started with a kiss, because kissing Malcolm was always amazing, comforting, like wrapping himself up in his favorite sweatshirt. He lost himself in the familiar slide of lips and stroke of tongues. Malcolm threaded his fingers through Iggy’s hair, a gentle petting that became a firm, desperate hold.
As if Iggy was going anywhere?
Arms wrapped around Iggy’s waist, keeping their chests pressed close. Their erections slid together between trembling bellies, while their mouths tried to merge into one on the bliss of their sweet, luxuriant kisses. Neither in a hurry to move along to the next step, because the current one was so perfect.
Iggy could push Malcolm down and kiss him all night long. Not tonight, though.
Tonight, they had other plans.
He gently pushed Malcolm onto his back, settling over his broad, muscled body, knees on either side of his hips. Touching everywhere they could, never breaking their breathless kiss. Iggy rocked his hips, sliding their cocks in a simulation of fucking he normally found tedious, but not with Malcolm. Everything aboutsex with Malcolm was a revelation, and he needed to explore further.
Iggy slid slowly down Malcolm’s body, taking his time to lick and suckle the hills and valleys of his neck and shoulders. To nibble the flesh of one pec while rolling the taut nipple of the other with his fingers. Malcolm gasped and arched his hips, cock brushing Iggy’s upper belly, desperate for friction. Iggy lifted a bit, taking that pressure away, tormenting Malcolm in the very best way and earning a huffy groan. Eager to unravel Malcolm completely, he gave equal treatment to the other nipple, while his hand slid lower to tease inside of Malcolm’s navel.
The gasps and moans he earned from Malcolm spurred him on, desperate to find new sounds, louder sounds. He nibbled along Malcolm’s abs, across his quivering belly, to the thin line of dark hair that traveled down to nest around his cock. He licked the happy trail, inhaling the spicy, familiar fragrance of Malcolm’s body. So close to his prize now—not only making Malcolm fall apart, but also the hot, heavy cock bumping his chin.
“Fuck, Iggs, you’re killing me.”
Malcolm was stronger and broader, and he could have ended this torment fast. Flipped Iggy onto his back, grabbed a condom, and slid deep inside of Iggy. Taken his pleasure and gotten off. But this was about so much more than sex. This was love and intimacy and forgiveness.
Iggy licked just the tip of Malcolm’s dick. Malcolm moaned and both palms slammed down on the mattress, gripping the sheet instead of grabbing Iggy. Being a little too passive for Iggy’s liking, and his traitorous brain flashed to what Malcolm had told him about the party. Being taken advantage of. “You can touch me.” Iggy looked up the length of Malcolm’s torso and met his eyes. “Please, touch me, Monte.”
Malcolm reached out to cup his chin with one hand. “Hard to touch you when I feel so goddamn good. Just wanna live it.”
Iggy’s heart gave a happy squeeze. “Okay. If I do anything wrong?”
“Don’t think you could. Got no sex triggers, I promise. Don’t be me and overthink this.”
That made him laugh. “Good answer.”
He flashed Malcolm one more seductive grin before pulling his chin away and losing eye contact. Then Iggy sealed his lips around the crown of Malcolm’s erection and sucked hard. Malcolm bucked and muttered something that might have been a string of fucks. Iggy kept steady pressure with his mouth while he stroked the rest of Malcolm’s length with his hand, using the dual sensations to drive Malcolm mad.
"Oh fuck," Malcolm moaned. "God-fucking-dammit. C’mere.”
