Page 127 of Summer Holiday Lifeline

“It’s fine,” Myles muttered as he gripped Steven around the waist and yanked him close.

“What’s this?” Steven’s lopsided grin made an appearance.

Myles kissed it away. He had a hand on the back of Steven’s head, had him in a vise grip around his waist, and still, somehow, Steven managed to pull him out of his demand and push him down onto the freshly made bed.

He landed with a plop and looked up.

“While I’m not complaining about this, I do have to remind you who’s on top.” He straddled Myles, easing him from sitting onto his back, and leaned over him.

“Always?” Myles asked, though the question felt airy and indistinct.

“Up here, yeah. Well.” Steven leaned down for a kiss, which Myles gave him, then he pushed up again to peer at him. “Mostly. As long as you’re fine with it.”

“Maybe that’s why I came,” Myles admitted, surprised that it might be true. He did feel better. At least his pounding heart was moving steadily, if enthusiastically now, and not jumping all over the place.

“You came to not be in control?”

“Maybe.” He gulped and shied away from examining that any more closely. “Is that wrong?”

“Only if we aren’t on the same page.”

“Are we?”

“First, I’m going to fuck you. Then we’re going to talk.” Steven studied him, as if expecting a particular response to that.

Myles licked his lips. “Can’t remember the last time that happened.”

“The fucking or the talking?”

“I’m not shy about telling you I haven’t bottomed in a hundred years.”

Steven snorted. “You aren’t that much older than me.”

“And I’m not afraid of doing it now. Especially since you know I haven’t in a while.” Myles cupped Steven’s face. “I know you’ll be careful.”

“Of course I will.”

They spent some time kissing and peeling off layers until Myles was lying on his back, head on the pillows this time, with Steven once more straddling him, their boxers the only barrier between them.

Steven stroked Myles’s chest, playing in the thick hair over his pecs. “So.”

“So?” Myles gazed up at him, slightly dazed, but okay with that.

“So it’s the talking bit that makes you nervous?”

Myles closed his eyes. “Sex first,” he whispered.

Steven’s weight shifted, and Myles felt his breath over his neck. “Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this talk?”

“Please?” Myles shifted too, spreading his legs a bit wider, roving his palms over Steven’s ass.

Steven nuzzled close, ground his hips down, and sighed. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you to?”

“Promise.”

It was an easy promise to make. As long as Steven was calling the shots, all Myles had to do was comply. He didn’t have to think. He didn’t have to make any hard decisions. He didn’t have to resist.

Before long, Steven had them both naked. He was still on top, but he paused, his expression thoughtful. “You’re sure about this?”