Chapter Nine

The sun felt amazing on Quentin's face. He couldn't take his eyes off Snow. Snow chatted and smiled. The family had embraced him in a way Quentin knew they eventually would. Too bad it took him almost dying and months of Snow's devoted care to endear him to them again.

Pink appeared at his side with a bottle of water. "Drink this. You've been out here too long with nothing to drink."

Quentin flashed him a smile. "You don't have to watch out for me."

Pink filled the lounge chair next to him. "Sure I do. You're my dad."

Quentin bit back a smile as Pink settled in to sunbathe. He cracked the lid on the bottle and brought it to his lips. His gaze slid Snow's way again. Quentin hadn't dared to dream his life could be like this. A husband. A son. Albeit a grown one, but still. That fit his age and lifestyle better anyhow. He had never had any desire to raise a child. But an adult son who needed him was a different story. Quentin felt confident in his ability to handle that.

Snow turned his head and caught him staring. His mouth lifted in one corner in a smirk. He headed Quentin's way. Quentin bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back a ridiculous smile. Snow was so incredibly gorgeous, and he belonged to Quentin. Sometimes, that felt surreal.

"Would you like to get in the water, or are you ready to go inside?"

"I think I'm ready to get out of the sun." Quentin felt a little guilty for abandoning their Fourth of July celebration early, but he still wasn't at a hundred percent. While he had completed his year-long treatment plan, and was in remission, the battle had weakened him. None of that had stopped him from taking back control of his life. He had married Snow the moment he could sit up long enough to say "I do." Pink had been thrilled at the idea of being their son. Quentin had refused to let any more time get stolen from him. He needed these people he loved.

Snow swept him from the lounge chair and headed for the house.

Quentin huffed. "I can still walk."

A sexy rumble of laughter came from Snow's chest. "I know. But I like holding you, and the more energy you save, the more you can devote to me."

Quentin couldn't argue that point. He snuggled closer to Snow's bare chest.

Snow chuckled again. "So compliant. I like it."

"I know a good deal when I see it." If Snow needed his energy and time, he would get it.

"Actually, I have an ulterior motive for getting you alone."

"That's what I hoped." Quentin didn't bother hiding the heat in his eyes.

"Not that." He paused. "Not that I'm opposed. We'll do that in a minute. First." He set Quentin on the bed. "Sit here for a second." Snow moved to the set of double doors that led to his home gym. Quentin hadn't used it in over a year. He was still too weak to get back to exercising beyond a slow daily walk, with Snow at his side.

Snow returned to his side. He took Quentin's hand. "Okay. Come, look."

He helped Quentin to his feet and walked with him into the gym. The room had been transformed. Before, gym equipment had been sparse and widely spread throughout the vast room. Now Quentin's equipment had been neatly arranged to one side, while the other half of the room looked like an art studio.

Snow swept his arm wide. "Tada. Now I can openly draw you working out whenever you're back to full strength."

Quentin's throat swelled. His gaze moved Snow's way. "You willingly spent money."

Snow's gaze slid away. He shrugged. "Well, you know. It was for us, really. You're always saying you want me to focus more on my art and you hate I don't buy anything new. I just thought—maybe—it wouldn't be so bad if I combined the two, especially since it would give me an excuse to stare at you sometimes."

Quentin couldn't stop smiling. "I love this so much. You couldn't have given me a better gift."

Snow shook his head. "You're the only person I know who sees someone spending your money on themselves as giving you a gift."

"First off, it's our money. Second, you did this for us. I know you well enough to know you never would've done it otherwise. Third, there's nothing I can't do for myself monetarily. There's no amount of money in the world that can do for me what your love does. That's priceless."

"I want to remind you it's your money. Not mine. But I don't want to fight. I want to hear what my love does for you."

Quentin hummed. "We'll revisit the money talk some other time. As to your love, let's see. It makes me smile."

Snow crowded his space, going hip to hip and stroking Quentin's ass. "Okay. Is that it?"

His body stirred. Quentin ran his hands up the solid planes of Snow's chest, savoring the way his body felt beneath his palms. A shaky breath escaped him. "You make me breathless." His gaze moved to hold the sexy hazel eyes he loved. "You give me life."

Snow effortlessly lifted Quentin from the floor, leaving him no other choice but to wrap his legs around Snow's hips. Quentin's heartbeat sped at the heated way Snow stared at him. "Do you know what your love does for me?"

Quentin shook his head.

"Everything," Snow whispered. He headed back inside the bedroom. His expression darkened by the second. Quentin knew him well enough to know how to read him. Snow tried holding back the power of his desire, so he wouldn't be too rough with Quentin. Quentin didn't want him to hold back. He craved everything.

"You can't break me." Quentin's gaze moved to Snow's full lips. "I want you to go wild on my dick." His gaze swept up, meeting Snow's stare. "I want you to use me."

Damn. Snow wanted that. He was in the mood to get fucked hard. Quentin didn't have the energy yet to take control, but Snow could do exactly as Quentin asked. He could use him. Quentin could take it and he obviously wanted him to do just that. His expression screamed lust.

Snow didn't tear at Quentin's clothes. He didn't need to since they only wore swimming trunks. They were nude in seconds. After setting Quentin on the bed, Snow palmed his erection, hoping for some relief. He opened the bedside drawer and found the lube. Snow gave Quentin a show. Quentin visibly panted as Snow lubed his asshole. While Snow had always hated what he saw in the mirror, Quentin had always openly expressed his desire for Snow's body. Snow felt sexy when Quentin looked at him. Being with Quentin was freeing. He made Snow feel safe to simply be a regular man. Quentin gave him healthy normalcy. He made Snow's life amazing. Quentin really wanted to fuck him.

With his asshole ready to be taken, Snow didn't mess around. Quentin had already told Snow how he wanted it. Snow wouldn't tease him. He sat on Quentin's waiting erection.

Quentin moaned. "Yes. Take it."

Snow did exactly that. He went wild the way Quentin made him feel. Snow's desperate expression kept Snow slamming himself against his body, impaling himself. Quentin's fingers dug into Snow's hips while Snow used his dick. Snow's gaze never wavered from Quentin's face. His blue eyes held him hostage. The way they shone bright with crazed desire made Snow feel special. He was. To Quentin, Snow was everything, and he made sure Snow knew it every second of the day. Snow needed a physical manifestation of those emotions.

"You feel so good, Snow. I want you to sit on my cock forever, but I also need you to come because I'm about to fill your ass with cum."

Goosebumps skirted down his back at Quentin's words. He wanted that. Snow wanted to feel Quentin's cum running from him. He reached between them and tugged at his dick. The combination of Quentin's dick filling him and the feel of his palm had Snow's muscles tensing.

"That's it. I feel you getting ready to blow. Your asshole is so tight. I know it'll milk me dry."

A gasp tore from Snow's chest. His body jerked. He savored every wave of ecstasy rushing through him. Snow never stopped taking Quentin's dick, bouncing as hard and as fast as possible while pumping cum on his skin.

Quentin cried out as Snow's body convulsed. "Oh, shit. That's it. I'm—" Another cry tore from him.

Snow claimed his mouth. He needed to experience the moment with Quentin. Taste the hunger of his orgasm. Their tongues fought as the crest waned. The power of their love grew. They were connected. Their souls brushed. Snow felt the way he always had since the very first time he saw Quentin. He felt like he had come home. Snow knew they would never stop making their marriage into a goddamn palace. Nothing was more beautiful. They would be forever.

Keep an eye out for the next Damaged Devils,In Pink.