22. Colt

Colt

Colt swallowed hard as he glanced down at Owen from behind. Blinking through the haze of desire, he brought Owen's hand to his lips, kissing his wrist tenderly to ease the tightness coiling in him. A rush of exhilaration coursed through Colt at the soft, satisfied sound that escaped Owen's lips.

He'd slicked himself up with the oil, and now he needed to take things slow. Owen seemed to relax, but after a few minutes, he laughed.

"You're not going to break me, Colt," he whispered, his voice a melodic invitation that sent a shiver through Colt's core. "Keep going."

And Colt did. He pushed slowly into Owen, and the sensations that overtook him made him take in a sharp breath. Colt kissed Owen's shoulder as he rocked gently against him. He relished the flame that sparked between them as each movement further forged their trust.

Once Owen eased into the rhythm of Colt's hips, he let out a moan and stroked himself. The sight was beautiful, watching Owen handle himself while Colt took him. They stayed this way for a while, until Owen was able to take all of him. And then his lover seemed to become ravenous as he moved his arm back to grab Colt's hips .

Owen turned his face to kiss him, and Colt slowed down, easing in and out of him to keep himself from reaching the edge. Then Owen pulled away and shifted onto his back. Colt instinctively moved over him and entered him from above so that he could look down at Owen better.

"Fuck…" He let out a breath, overtaken by the soft expression on Owen's face. A smile played on his lips, and his cheeks flushed pink. The glow in his skin had returned after weeks in the cold.

"You can go all the way in," Owen told him. "I want to feel all of you."

"Yeah?" Colt's brow knitted, and he looked down to see what he was doing. He bit his lip, unsure of this, but with Owen moving his hips to take more of him in, Colt couldn't resist. Going further drew a gasp from Owen's throat, and Colt looked up in horror, afraid he'd hurt him, but Owen only smiled and placed his hand on the back of Colt's neck.

"That's good," Owen said. "Keep going."

Nodding, Colt gritted his teeth against the intense feeling it gave him. When Owen's hand groped his arms and chest, feeling his muscles, Colt relaxed. He ran his eyes over every scar and scratch and bruise Owen had, all of them prominent in the dim light.

Once they found their rhythm, Colt bent over and kissed Owen's face, loving how his prickly beard scratched him. When Owen clutched Colt's hair in his hand, Colt let out a moan. His thrusts deepened, slowly, and he moved back so he could grab Owen's cock. Feeling him with such a yearning, he wondered if his lover had somehow cast a spell over him. When had he ever had something this good before? He couldn't recall a time. He didn't want to. He was salacious, hungry for this man alone. The way Owen's body moved against him, how his lover threw his head back and moaned, how tight he felt…

Colt felt that wave of pleasure nearing with every moan that escaped Owen's throat, a sweet sound that urged him on even more. He didn't want to let this moment go, but he could feel the end of it nearing. "You like this, don't you?" Colt's sultry voice whispered as he slid in deeper. "Tell me how good it feels."

Owen's breath hitched, and the flush spread on his face, down to his neck. Oh, how Colt loved seeing him become so timid. "It feels amazing," Owen got out. "I love feeling you inside me."

"You're so beautiful." Colt's hand snaked along Owen's chest, smoothing over his tone muscles.

"So are you." A smile lingered on Owen's lips. "I'm close."

It wouldn't take much more for Colt. As soon as he felt Owen clench around him, Colt looked down to see him spill. With every soft gasp Owen made, Colt's body lit brighter, and he let out a strange whine as he quickened his thrusts.

He thrust into Owen until his body grew hot, and then his peak engulfed him, and he let out a guttural moan as he spent himself. He leaned over and kissed Owen's lips gently, panting softly against him and marveling at the way Owen's hands gripped Colt's hips, as if he wanted to keep him there for a moment longer. Then Owen laid his head back and sighed.

When Colt pulled out, both he and Owen gasped, and then they both laughed as Colt relaxed back into the pillows. They caught their breaths, then Colt moved to his side and pressed a deep, lingering kiss to Owen's lips.

As Owen secured his arms around Colt's neck, they gazed at each other fondly. Colt couldn't still the rapid beats of his heart in the afterglow .

"How was that?" Colt asked, his mind still riding the waves of euphoria.

"I loved every moment." Owen's smile was so wide, it reached into his dark eyes. Then he smoothed back a piece of Colt's hair that had grown long around his ear and said, "It was… incredibly intense, in a good way."

Colt searched his face before he laughed and said, "Fuck, yeah, it was." He got up and wetted a rag from the water basin. "Open up," he said, nodding at Owen's closed legs.

Owen smiled as he opened his legs and allowed Colt to clean him, at least for a bit, until Owen became impatient and did the rest himself. Then they both lay on the bed, face to face. Colt kissed Owen's face all over, indulging in him one last time before they prepared to sleep.

His heart finally steadied as his lover looked up at him, brown eyes shining in the firelight. Colt pulled the blanket over them. As he ran his fingernails lightly over Owen's back, he imagined they were in a bed in a home of their own.

"Owen," Colt started.

"Hm?" Owen traced his finger through the hair on Colt's chest.

"Do you ever… think about us settling? Having a home together?"

Owen blinked, then his lips twitched into a faint smile. "All the time…"

"I can picture it." Colt took his hand. "We'll have a bedroom, and a living room and kitchen like you had back in Emberton. We can go fishing in the afternoons and cook in the evenings. I'll hunt and chop wood for fire, and maybe I can try helping you with a garden. "

Owen's smile was painful, and then he closed his eyes and kissed Colt's chest before laying back down against him. "I'd like that, Colt."

Colt held him tight. He wanted to tell Owen he loved him again, but he didn't want to pressure him to say it back. The first time he'd ever seen romantic love was when he'd snuck into the theater with Rowan and watched a play from the rafters. The actor on stage pined after the woman's affections, and eventually they fell in love. But war tore them apart, and the woman was so determined to find her love after years of waiting and longing, that she crossed the sea for him. When at last they met, they kissed passionately while the chaos of battle ensued around them. And before the enemy could reach them, the man sacrificed his life to save the woman.

Colt understood the woman's need to cross oceans to find her love. Colt knew he would do the same for Owen. The last thing he wanted was to face Mordren, but he would never let Owen face that battle alone.

Even when Owen fell asleep, breathing softly, Colt couldn't sleep at all. He was content just laying there holding Owen, gently rubbing the small of his back while the fire crackled in the hearth. As much as Owen didn't want Colt aiding him in the fight between him and Mordren, Colt didn't have a choice. It was either listen to his mind or his heart, and his heart was bleeding.