Together, they were perfect.
His orgasm exploded from nowhere, tearing down his spine and lighting his nerve endings on fire. He couldn’t warn Malcolm before coating his chest and belly with his spunk, and clenching around Malcolm’s cock so hard Malcolm yelled. Malcolm thrust hard once, twice, and he came, too, holding Iggy steady while he pumped into the condom.
Iggy collapsed on Malcolm’s chest, smearing them both with his come and not caring one bit. All he could do was breath and try to calm his racing heart, his trembling limbs, his twitching dick. Malcolm eased his cock out of Iggy’s hole, and Iggy hated the loss. The intimate connection. But he would have it again. Over and over.
This was just the beginning.
Exhaustion overtook the bliss of his release, and Iggy slid to the side, slightly off Malcolm. He pressed his nose into Malcolm’s neck and draped his right leg between Malcolm’s, keeping them close. Fingers tickled along Iggy’s crease without dipping inside. One day, he hoped they would, exploring deep into Iggy’s hole to find the come he’d filled him with.
“Mmmm.” All Iggy could do was purr his contentment.
“Same.” Malcolm’s other hand stroked his hip. “Should clean up before we fall asleep.”
Iggy grumped. “Wait a few. Too comfy.”
“Okay. A few.”
“Hey, Monte?”
“Yeah, Iggs?”
“How many condoms were in that box? Don’t remember.”
Malcolm’s hand left his hip briefly. “Eleven. Plenty.”
“Good.” For a split second, Iggy thought he’d purchased the small box and they were already down to just two, and he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to resupply. “Because we are definitely fucking again before we go to sleep tonight.”
“We are, huh?”
He reached down to stroke to Malcolm’s soft, damp cock. “Oh yeah, we are.”
And they did.
Twice.
Chapter
Fourteen
Malcolm had a three-room painting job that starting at eight-thirty Monday morning that he’d scheduled weeks ago, so Iggy spent the morning buzzing around and preparing for his uncle’s return alone. The errands required a lot of driving back and forth from Fort Collins, which wasn’t the best thing for his sore ass. But the discomfort was also a wonderful reminder of his long, sensual night with Malcolm.
Long, sensual,loudnight that they wouldn’t be able to repeat for a while, not with Uncle Howie coming home, and Malcolm living in his sister’s backyard. Iggy wasn’t ready to start imagining him and Malcolm getting a place of their own yet, especially not when Howie would need help for the foreseeable future.
But eventually, Howie would want to return to work at the saloon, which would leave the trailer empty for hours at a time…
Thoughts for another day.
The trailer was set up as best as Iggy could manage, with a commode in Uncle Howie’s bedroom, a few items for at-home physical therapy, including a borrowed rollator, and a wheelchair in the back of the station wagon. The discharge nurse told Iggy to be waiting at the pickup area at eleven-thirty, andIggy was right on time. Howie stared up at the bright sunshine for as long as he could, while the orderly helped Iggy assist his uncle into the car. Then Howie insisted on them keeping the windows down the entire drive to Chance.
“Missed the fresh air,” Uncle Howie said more than once.
Laurel was waiting on the patio when Iggy parked behind the saloon. She didn’t make a production of their arrival, or offer to help Iggy assist Uncle Howie into the wheelchair. They did good on their own, and hopefully, Howie could transition to the walker soon. He just needed more physical therapy and to get his strength back. If botulism did one thing, it was sap the sufferer of their energy.
“Great to see you home, boss,” Laurel said once they’d joined her on the patio. “We’ve been holding down the saloon, but it’s not the same without your bad jokes.”
“You know all my bad jokes well enough to tell ‘em yourself,” Uncle Howie replied. He fist-bumped her, which Iggy found goofy and sweet. “I hear that one’s been slinging drinks.” He jacked his thumb at Iggy. “Any good?”
“Customers haven’t complained yet.”
