Namid

Namid

We barely step foot inside the door before I reach for Jayce's shirt, my fingers battling with the buttons in my haste.

"Need you." I moan against his throat. "Need you inside of me."

His hands join mine as we step further into the apartment together, clothes falling as fast and furious as summer rain along the way. I can't help the hungry whimpering that escapes my throat as I suck my way across his collarbones and down his chest. He walks backward as I guide him around furniture with my hands on his hips, fingers gripping so tightly I'm afraid they'll leave bruises. It doesn't matter; nothing matters but the scent of his skin and the sound of his moans and the way his fingers curl tightly in my hair.

I walk us back until we're in the corner of the room, the one where the window seat forms an L against the glass.

"Here. I want you to take me here," I mumble against his chest before sucking his nipple into my mouth hard enough to draw blood to the surface .

He nearly screams as his hands press against the back of my head, urging me to continue. I take the nub with my teeth, rolling it between them as I increase the pressure until he's panting, harsh, ragged breaths infused with moans and whimpers.

"Fuck."

"Yes."

"God."

He's rambling, and I can feel the slickness already leaking from him against my hip as I step closer and pull my mouth away from the abused, pink skin. It's darker than the other, nearly red with the bruise I've sucked into it.

He looks stunned as I grin at him and trail one fingertip along the underside of his cock.

"Kneel for me while I get the lube." His voice is broken and rough and desperate, and he's already stepping toward the bedroom before I can respond.

I kneel on the long side of the bench, my head facing the corner with my knees and forearms on the cushions. He's back in seconds, settling on the bench behind me, and I can feel the need and lust dripping from him.

His fingertips are tender as they trace long strokes along my spine and follow the edges of the patterns that stretch across my back. The scruff on his chin is rough against my hip and the curves of my ass as his tongue wanders across my skin. He's slow and gentle and deliberate with his touches as one cool, slick finger presses softly inside of me. His lips and tongue never leave my back as he teases, coaxing out whimpers that leave me trembling and wanting more as he draws out my pleasure.

A single finger twists and slides and curls until I'm moaning and straining back, searching for more. It's never felt like this. I've never felt like this. Never needed more and more and more while at the same time, his gentle touch captivates me so completely that I don't want it to ever change.

I welcome the pressure with a shudder as a second finger effortlessly joins the first, and I lose the battle to hold myself up, my chest sinking to the cushion as he twists and spreads inside of me.

"Please."

"I need…"

"God…"

I've lost the ability to speak; only whimpered words and quiet curses fall from my lips.

His fingers slip from me, his voice so deep and harsh I barely recognize it, the waves of desire thick and heavy as they envelop us.

"Kneel up for me."

His arm wraps tightly around my waist, my arm resting along his, fingers laced together tightly enough that our knuckles whiten with the strain. His other hand clutches my hip. I want him in a way I've never wanted another. I've never wanted someone in a way that makes my heart race and my breathing stop. I need more. More of his touch, of his taste, of him .

I turn my head over my shoulder, reaching my free arm back to sink my fingers into his short hair, holding him to me. Our cheeks press together, our panted breaths mingling and fogging up the glass beside us.

His hips shift behind me as he holds me close, and then he's inside of me, a deep pressure working its way up my spine as he eases forward until his hips press against mine. We're both gasping and trembling and clinging desperately to one another. There is nothing else. There is only the touch of his skin and the way he's wrapped around me and the fire deep in my belly that's growing as he begins to rock, pleasure radiating outward from where we're connected until every nerve in my body is vibrating.

His forehead is resting on my shoulder, hot breaths skittering across my skin as his fingers clutch at me, holding me still as he pulls back, his body nearly slipping from mine before thrusting forward with one deep, smooth stroke. Each of his movements drives me higher, closer to him, further from the rest of the world.

I pry my fingers away from his to run my hand along my stomach, ignoring my leaking cock to press my palm hard against my lower belly. I can feel the pressure of him moving inside me against my hand. He shudders in pleasure, and his teeth scrape across my shoulder as I press my fingers harder, pinning him tighter inside of me, and I'm lost in the sensations of his length within me, the warmth and strength of his body behind mine, his fingers clutching my skin, and the way he's moaning against the back of my neck .

I tilt my hips slightly, crying out when sparks of pleasure almost too intense to bear shoot through my pelvis and belly, and I'm shuddering almost violently, spasming and tightening around him as I fall into the darkness.

Silken sheets rustle around us as I curl tighter against Jayce's side. His fingers are trailing along my spine, raising goosebumps in their wake. We'd showered together, taking our time with lazy kisses and lingering fingers as we cleaned one another before slipping into bed and curling up tightly. I'm surrounded by warmth and cinnamon, and there is nowhere on earth that I'd rather be.

"Do you know what I thought my life would be like?" Jayce's deep voice is nearly a whisper, and there is a muted pain flowing through him as he starts talking.

"I thought that I would hit a gay club once a year when Jordyn and I took our road trips down here in the summers like we always did. I thought I would be the best man at his wedding. I thought I would be a good uncle…" He chuckles for a moment, but the pain and grief are still there. "Okay, I didn't know if I would be a good uncle, but I'd definitely be a fun one."

I wait while he pauses to gather his thoughts, my fingers curling tighter into his auburn chest hair.

"I thought that one day, if I was brave enough one day, that just maybe before I got old enough for it to be really pathetic, I would save up enough money and go on a gay cruise. I thought that maybe if I was really, really lucky, I might meet someone the first night who I clicked with, and then for a few stolen nights, I'd get to find out what it was like to have the same person in my bed more than once."

I shift, lifting my head to rest my chin on the back of my hand against Jayce's chest so that I can stare up into his pale-green eyes. His fingertips rise from where they were resting next to mine on his chest to tuck a stray hair that's lying across my forehead back behind my ear.

"I never once in my wildest dreams thought I would find someone to love who actually loved me back. I want to be yours. Only yours. Always. Everywhere. I want the world to know that we belong together, and I don't care what anyone back home thinks about it. I want to love you every single day of my life without hiding and without reservation."

His emotions swirl around us, mixing with mine, so genuine and happy and full of love, but I can't help the sliver of worry that still lives in the back of my mind after having spent the last decade as an outcast.

"Jayce. I don't think people will make it easy for you. It could affect your business, your friendships…being with me could affect everything you have."

"I'd have you. If you think that for even one minute that I'm ever going to regret you or treat you like you're anything less than the most important thing in my world, you're mistaken. "

His eyes are glossy, and his voice cracks as he continues.

"Twice in my life, I've known what it's like to lose someone I love, to know what it's like to lose time I thought I had, to leave words left unsaid. If you'll have me, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

I slide my body up along his to capture his mouth in a kiss as deep and passionate and loving as anything I've ever offered, anything I've ever known. I want that too. I want a life with him, a full life. I want to live and love together for the rest of our days.

I hover close enough that we share breath as I search his pale eyes with a smile.

"I love you. I never dreamed I'd ever find someone either. I want that. I want a life with you. A life with a small house and a dog and you in my bed everynight. I want what we've had this week. If you're truly okay with the town knowing, then so am I."

Jayce's fingers trace along my cheekbone before wandering down my jaw.

"Together then?"

"Together."