Chapter 24

24

Mack

I'm more than a little tipsy and happy by the time we get home. Davey's driving, so he only had two, but the combination of my lack of artistic skills and the good food made the beers slide down too easily.

Tonight was like old times.

As soon as we step inside, he kicks off his boots, and I follow before we hang our coats in the hall cupboard. The heat was left on, so it's not too bad inside, but it's going to take a minute for my face to thaw out.

"Thanks for tonight," I say, dopey grin stretched wide. "You've still got it."

"My date game is strong."

"Always was." I glance up to find him blatantly checking me out. There's something about the way his dark eyes light up when they're running over me that makes me want to strip off and ask for more.

Feeling daring, I ask, "Hey, remember after our first-ever date?"

A corner of his lips kicks up. "When you blew me in the car because you were too scared to come inside?"

"It was our first date. And you lived with your parents."

" Temporarily ." He looks like he's trying not to laugh. "I'd just graduated and was working out what was next."

I shrug, feeling cocky. "Next was me."

"It definitely was." He pinches the front of my sweater and tugs me closer. "It was never supposed to be."

"What do you mean?"

"I had this whole idea. I'd get a job, move away, maybe settle down in my midthirties."

"What happened to those big fancy plans?"

"I met you." Davey's gaze is filled with the same affection squeezing my heart. "This man I thought I'd go out with one time, hopefully get in his pants, then leave behind the second I was out of here."

"But you went and fell in love with me instead."

There's no regret, no bitterness. None of those negative emotions can touch us tonight. "Almost immediately."

"What was it?" I have the guts to ask. I'll be thanking the alcohol for all these questions later. "There are plenty of other men out there. I'm sure you've met loads of great ones while traveling all the time."

"I've met some really, really great people."

"Then …"

"They're just people. It's hard to pinpoint what it is I love about you because it's not one thing. It's not your eyes. Or your laugh. Or the way you're so … so … earnest sometimes. One of those things without the rest isn't you." Davey's fingers trail over the back of my hand. "It's the way these fingers grip the books you read." Slide along my forearm. "And how you hold our babies in these arms." He reaches my neck. "The way you go so red, right here, when you get embarrassed about the most ridiculous things." Both hands cup my jaw. "It's your eyes saying what your mouth can't, and it's the truly filthy things you sometimes let slip past your lips …" The raw emotion in his tone is something I've yearned for every year since I lost it.

I tell myself I'm not going to cry because that would be stupid, but Davey goes all out of focus anyway. The moment hovers so painfully tight with tension between us, and I know I shouldn't. I know we're working through things, don't want to move too fast, blah, blah, blah.

But I defy anyone to hear those things said about them and not be hungry for the one saying them.

Then Davey's eyes sharpen. The sweet awe disappears, and the hunger in my gut is mirrored back at me.

"You know what? Fuck it."

Our mouths crash together, lips part, teeth clashing and tongues meeting. The burning in my soul is impossible to ignore, and all I want and need right now is Davey.

I grope at his shoulders, bodies fused together as I fit one hand between us to get to work on his buttons. The clothes need to go. Fucking winter. Fucking layers.

One of Davey's large hands is set possessively on my lower back while he tugs up the side of my sweater with his other.

"Need," he grunts into my mouth. "Off. Now."

"Then we have to stop kissing," I manage to get out as he does the complete opposite. Talking with another mouth fused to yours isn't the easiest, but I don't want him to go anywhere either.

His frustrated growl is music to my ears as his mouth breaks away, but like he changes his mind at the last minute, he redirects to my neck.

The sensitive skin sends ripples through me as he sucks on the spot that drives me wild. He still knows my body. And I still know his.

I reach the bottom button and push the shirt from his shoulders. The fucking thermal is still between me and skin, and I'm not above playing dirty. My thigh slots perfectly between his legs, and he grinds his hard-on into it in response.

" Fuuuuck , Mack."

"Need you naked." I really turn on the begging. "Please."

He shoves away from me, rips the undershirt over his head, then roughly drags my sweater off me. We're separated for a handful of seconds before we're both shirtless, but it's too many.

Davey kisses me so hard I stumble backward and into the wall. His hands work open the front of my pants, and he yanks them down. "Can't wait. Need you now."

"I always need you," I promise him.

"Turn around."

I do as I'm told, gripping the wall for support, and then Davey's hands close over my ass cheeks and spread them apart. He lands spit right on my hole and pushes a finger in.

The stretch sends bubbles of lust to my head. It's been too long since he's been inside me, and the dildo that's kept me company all these years can only do so much. It's never hit that deep ache like he does.

"That's it, baby, open for me." His voice is a barely contained rasp. "You've always been so good at taking my cock."

"My body knows what it needs."

He presses another finger in. My grip on the wall tightens briefly, but we've done this so many times, in so many positions and places and ways, that preparing for him comes naturally to me. As easily as breathing.

He leaves my ass for a second, and I glance back over my shoulder to find him freeing his own cock and shoving his pants down his thighs. I've missed his cock so much. The curve, his scent, the way his tip feels under my tongue. I'm torn between the need to feel him stretching my lips or stretching my ass.

More spit, and then he fills me with three fingers this time, giving me time to adjust as he slowly strokes himself.

"You want this, don't you?"

"Yes," I beg.

When he goes back to stretching me, he brushes my prostate, increasing my horniness with every pass.

I'm so damn obsessed. So needy. A shiver rakes my limbs.

"You want a taste," he whispers.

"Please."

"Get on your knees."

I drop as soon as his fingers are clear of me, and Davey holds himself steady while I lean forward eagerly and suck him down.

"You haven't fucked anyone else since me," he says, and I hum my agreement around his length.

"And I haven't fucked anyone since you. You trust me, don't you?"

I nod. If there's anyone I trust, it's him .

"Then get me nice and wet, baby. That's it … we're not stopping for supplies, and I don't want to hurt you."

My eyes roll back. Need surging back hard and fast. I double down on my efforts until his dick is drenched in my saliva, and then he hauls me to my feet.

I grip the wall, Davey steps up behind me, and then his cock presses against my ass.

He pushes forward, and I relax into it, body stretching to let him inside. It's been too long since I felt this full, and I don't just mean my ass. Being like this, with Davey, it's a rightness I'll never be able to explain in my life. He's my person. And I'm his. The time apart doesn't matter when I'm so sure that the universe will always bring us back together. Like this. Over and over for forever.

With one last, full thrust, he buries his cock inside me, and we both let out twin sighs. My pants are still binding my legs, and his are doing the same, but they're easy to ignore when he rolls his hips, thrusting inside me, nose by my ear and hands on my pecs.

"How did I go without you for so long?" he asks.

"Doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Just fuck me. Hard, fast, slow, deep. I don't care."

We fuck against the wall for what feels like an hour. His hands explore my body, and we kiss over my shoulder, and I strangle my cock in a vise every time I get too close to the edge.

He does exactly what I said. Fucks me hard and fast. Then deep and slow. He leans back to watch as he draws himself teasingly out to the tip and then slams home again. The only time we pause is for him to add more spit, to the point I feel sticky and used and so, so good .

My balls are sitting high and tight. Waiting for that moment of release. But there's something about tonight that neither of us wants to let go of, and what happens next is still a possibility, but this moment is so perfect I want it to go on forever.

This is what life's about. Davey and Mack. Me and him. Two men, meant to be.

My legs are straining with the effort of holding myself upright, arm against the wall getting kind of numb as my ass takes a beating.

Davey's heavy breaths get louder as his hands slide back up to my pecs. Each pass of his thumb over my nipple is almost too much.

"Don't want this to end," he says, biting my shoulder.

"Me neither."

"But I'm gonna come. So close."

"Okay." I'm not sure if I'm even making words at this point. "Do it. Fill me up."

He groans deeply, then pulls back, sets his hands on my hips, and pounds his way toward the end. My cock is pure relief when I finally touch it and jerk myself off.

I'm building closer, closer, the ache in my balls reaching that addictive high of my orgasm, and right as it hits me, a wave of emotion follows behind it.

"I love you so much," I gasp out as my cum hits the wall, and Davey's cry behind me lets me know he's followed me over.

I'm done first, catching my breath, sweat cooling against my skin as he milks the last drops of cum into me. Then, he melts against my back. He softly kisses his way up my neck until his head rests against mine.

"I love you too, Mack. Never stopped. Never will. "

When he slips out, I pull up my pants, then take his hand. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"To shower so you can clean me up, then to bed. Our bed. Where you belong."

Tears spill onto Davey's cheeks, and mine spring up instantly. He pulls me into his arms, and we stand there together, and I think I'm sobbing, and he's sobbing, but for once, there's nothing sad about it. I'm just so fucking relieved.