37. Chapter 37

Chapter thirty-seven

T he bed was familiar and large, but now there were two bedside tables, and after pushing a few buttons, Garrett found a second set of drawers that extended from the wall, these ones empty. Garrett moved his clothes into the top drawer, hung up the things that needed hanging, then sat down and looked around again. The room had a warm feeling, and when he laid back on the bed, he noticed that the comforter smelled like Jonah. He'd almost forgotten how amazing it felt to be surrounded by that scent.

Two pictures glowed on Jonah's side table. One was of Cody, gap-toothed and smiling wide. A smaller frame beside it held a picture of Garrett that he didn't even remember being taken, a profile photo. He wasn't laughing like Cody, but there was the smallest smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

Jonah's weight suddenly came down over him, pressing him deeper into the mattress, and Garrett exhaled his lover's name. "Cody's in bed?"

"Already fell asleep, or he would've wanted you to say good night," Jonah said, bracing himself on his forearms so he didn't completely crush Garrett into the bed.

"So."

"So …" There was a moment of awkward silence. "I can see where I might be assuming a lot, thinkin' that you're stayin' on here for a while, but you are, aren't you?"

"I told you I am."

"Yeah." Jonah's eyes roved over Garrett's face, drinking in every detail. "You did say that."

"You don't believe me?" It hurt a little, but Garrett didn't suppose he could blame Jonah for being cautious after he'd been a jerk for so long.

"I really, really want to believe you, darlin'." Now Jonah was looking kind of miserable. "And I do, pretty much. I just … things weren't goin' this way when you left, and now you're back, and suddenly, everything's workin' out perfect? That just doesn't happen to me."

"It should," Garrett said, irritated a little at himself and a lot at Jonah's ex and his mother. "You deserve to get what you want, whatever makes you happy. I want to be here, Jonah. I'm happy with you—I didn't know how happy before I went away. And I love Cody, and I'm completely in love with you, and in the end, I just want to be where you two are even if that's Pandora for the foreseeable future. I'll get used to it."

Garrett could see the anxiety die down in Jonah's eyes. It didn't vanish, not completely, but that was something that would probably take years to accomplish. Years of his presence, his help and care and participation in being a part of this family. Years of love. Years of sex.

And god, speaking of sex, they were months behind on it. The pressure of Jonah's body against his made Garrett get hard fast, and fuck, it was so much better than any of his toys or his hand or his memories. He stared hungrily at his lover, and he watched with satisfaction as Jonah's pupils rapidly blew up until they blotted out all traces of color.

"I want to taste you," Garrett whispered, leaning in and brushing his tongue across Jonah's mouth, opening it up for him to take control of. Jonah went with it, letting Garrett in, letting his hands roam and peel away clothes, letting him shift their bodies until Jonah was beneath him, naked on the bed, his erection straining so hard it was almost purple. Garrett reached beneath the pillow on his side of the bed and grabbed one of the things he'd found in Jonah's nightstand. Jonah saw it and blushed hard.

"I haven't used it yet," he managed around his stuttering breath.

"I didn't think so," Garrett purred. He kissed his lover hard on the mouth, then slowly began to work his way down Jonah's body, relearning his hot spots with a tender kind of desperation that blew his mind. It was insane how much he wanted this. Didn't even want it for himself, really; he just wanted Jonah to keep making those noises, to keep going higher and higher, to keep looking at him like he was the beginning and end of Jonah's universe right now. Like Garrett was everything, like he was a fucking god.

And he kind of was. At fucking, at least.

Garrett pulled Jonah down the bed until his hips rested at the edge of it, and Garrett himself was on his knees on the floor. He licked a line up Jonah's cock with his tongue, smiling at the noises that precipitated, then nuzzled lower, between his balls and down the line of his perineum. When he got to his hole, Garrett didn't stop, he just flicked his tongue out and brushed it over the tight, furled muscle.

" Fucking hell …" Jonah jumped reflexively, his bent legs driving him away from the edge of the bed. Garrett reached out and pulled him close again.

"Give me this," he told Jonah, putting every ounce of longing he felt into his voice. "Let me have you however I want you, tell me I can have you anyway, anywhere. Give yourself to me. You'll love it, I swear, you won't know how you lived without me, just let me have you."

"Was just surprised, darlin'." Jonah panted, running his hand through Garrett's short hair. "Do what you want. 'M yours."

Garrett grinned ferally. "Good. Don't come yet." Then he lowered his mouth to Jonah's ass and went to town, licking and humming and thrusting his tongue past the slowly loosening ring until Jonah was wet and shiny and dying for more, careful not to make too much noise for Cody's sake but shaking with the effort it took.

When he thought Jonah was ready, Garrett grabbed the little toy, made sure it was set correctly, slicked it up with the lubricant he'd stashed under the pillow, then slowly pushed it inside of his lover. The plug vibrated merrily, and after a few seconds, Garrett could see it expand, just slightly.

Jonah was moaning audibly now, clenching around the plug and jerking slightly every time it got bigger. Garrett licked a circle around the end of it, then moved forward just far enough to catch Jonah's gaze. "By the time I get you off, you'll be ready for me."

"Darlin'—" Whatever was going to follow the affectionate diminutive was lost to a sudden flurry of swear words as Garrett swallowed Jonah's cock to the root, only backing off when it was clear that he had to slow things down if he wanted the plug to have time to do its work before Jonah came. Garrett gripped the base of his lover's cock hard and pulled off just long enough to catch a breath before sinking his lips back down.

Fuck, Jonah tasted so good. A little salty, a little bitter, but still sweet somehow, and all of it surrounded by the scent of his need, hot and strong. Garrett brushed the fingers of his free hand over the base of the plug, felt Jonah jerk in his grasp as though he didn't know which sensation he wanted to chase. Garrett decided to give him both, licking and sucking up and down the length of Jonah's cock as he gently twisted the plug, pulling it a little way out before pushing it back in even deeper than it had been before, then repeating. Before long, Jonah was babbling, and a few moments after that he was begging.

"Fuck, baby, please, please, Garrett, god —"

Garrett didn't say anything, just released his tight grip and twisted the plug again, so much bigger now inside of his lover. Jonah came with a wordless cry that was probably a lot louder than he'd meant it to be, his come gushing into Garrett's mouth almost faster than he could swallow. Hmm. Someone had been saving up. It was the sort of thing he'd make a joke about if he wasn't so horny he could die.

Garrett pulled off when it was clear that Jonah was spent, reached for the lubricant again, and quickly covered his length with it, then reached down and slowly pulled the plug free. Jonah groaned as it came out, but the look on his face was anything but pained. "C'mon," he breathed, and Garrett pulled his lover's legs up over his shoulders, gripped his thighs, and thrust inside of him.

Holy fuck. It was so perfectly tight, just relaxed enough to keep Garrett from worrying that he was hurting Jonah, and Jonah himself looked like a hot fucking mess against the bed, his hair free from its tie and loose against his pillow, sandy-brown waves that glistened with sweat, just like every inch of his golden skin. His muscles were slack with pleasure, but his eyes glittered with fervor, desperate for Garrett.

"'M yours," he said again, and everything that went unsaid was still plainly heard by Garrett. I'm yours, love me, fuck me, use me and make me feel you, make me believe that you're staying forever. Garrett could do that.

God, could he ever do that. Garrett just let himself go, thrusting hard into Jonah, hard enough to move both of them slowly up the bed until Jonah's outstretched hands hit the wall, stopping them. In him, he was in his lover, this man who had somehow become his family, given him a chance for something he hadn't even recognized that he wanted, or needed. Garrett was buried inside of Jonah, fucking him like he wanted to push all the way inside of him, and he kind of did. He needed to prove to himself, and to Jonah, that this was perfect. Oh fuck, was it perfect.

Jonah tightened, and Garrett literally saw flickering stars dart across his vision. He couldn't look at his debauched lover sprawled across the bed, welcoming him, giving him whatever he wanted, because he just wasn't going to last a second longer if he did, and it had barely been any time at all …

"Love you," Jonah said quietly, and Garrett immediately surrendered the fight and fell off the cliff, happily abandoning the last vestiges of his vaunted independence for the absolute, consuming love of this man. He came and it felt like dying as he lost all his breath, and his heart skipped in its rhythm. His vision went black, and he finally collapsed with a grateful sigh.

When he came to, Garrett was in Jonah's arms, no longer inside of him and feeling more than a little embarrassed. Jonah grinned when he saw Garrett's expression.

"Never had that happen during sex before."

"I'm coming off a period of abstinence, so sue me for being a little overenthusiastic and forgetting to breathe," Garrett groused. "Wait, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"You didn't hurt me, darlin'. You took good care of me." There was more than a hint of devotion in Jonah's voice, and even though Garrett was still embarrassed, he smiled.

"Good." He kissed Jonah's shoulder. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"I think it's more that we're amazing together," Jonah replied. "You're really stayin', huh."

"Why would I leave when I can have that every instant that Cody isn't within earshot?"

Jonah rolled his eyes. "This is about more than sex."

"I know. I want more than sex from you, you know that." Garrett closed his eyes and pressed himself a little closer to Jonah's body. "I'm still figuring out what all the other things I want are, but they're there."

"You know I'll give you everything I can."

"I know that." Garrett shifted, then grinned suddenly as his hip came into contact with a very happy erection. "And it feels like right now you want to give me this."

Jonah shrugged. "Got hard again while you were inside of me. Now I want to be inside of you." He kissed Garrett's lips, his mouth earnest and urgent. "Let me have you, darlin'."

"However you want me," Garrett promised, already spreading his legs.

Jonah lasted a long time, but by the end, he was just as desperate for it as Garrett, and when he came he shouted, only hastily muffled by Garrett's kiss. By then Garrett was burning for a second orgasm, and it only took a few strokes of Jonah's callused hand before he came all over both of them. They fell asleep draped across each other, exhausted and fucked out and utterly content.

The next morning, Cody woke them up. The blankets had fortunately kept them decent, but Cody was still cross.

"I slept bad," he informed them, pouting relentlessly. "'Cause you guys wouldn't go to sleep for forever, and now I have to go to school, and I don't wanna 'cause I'm gonna fall asleep at my desk, and my teacher will get mad at me. I think you should let me stay home today."

"Not gonna happen," Jonah said, a little hoarsely. "But I tell you what, bucko, give me a minute to get dressed, and I'll make you pancakes for breakfast."

Cody looked at him speculatively. "With chocolate chips?"

"Yeah."

"And chocolate syrup?"

"Maybe."

"And whipped cream with sprinkles?"

Jonah frowned. "No."

Cody shrugged and grinned. Two out of three apparently was pretty good. "Okay, hurry!" He ran out the door, and Jonah groaned.

"We're gonna have to get some sort of proximity alarm for the bedroom." He glanced at the clock. "And shit, I'm gonna be late for my shift."

"I can't cook chocolate chip pancakes," Garrett informed his lover as he watched him stumble out of bed with appreciative eyes.

"Can you run him to school after he eats, then?"

"Yes," he said, smiling wide and happy. "I can do that."

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