16. Irving

16

IRVING

M y visits with Sylvan were never boring, I could say that much with full confidence. As we ran outside into the pouring rain to pull his sheets off the line, I dared to look up at the sky. It was barely mid-afternoon, but it could have been the middle of the night for how dark it was. Slate-gray, angry clouds rolled overhead and thunder rumbled, a bolt of lightning cracking and lighting up the forest for a brief moment as we ran back into the house.

We made it to the cover of the porch just as another bolt struck down somewhere nearby. Sylvan opened the door and gestured for me to get back inside, my arms still loaded down with the drenched bedsheets.

As soon as we were in, we dropped the sheets on the floor in a soaking wet pile and collapsed on top of them, taking in the sheer absurdity of the entire situation.

"They're wetter than when I washed them," Sylvan laughed.

"Consider it a second wash, then." I shrugged and he punched me in the arm playfully.

"But now we won't have anywhere to sleep," he whined.

"I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight, were you?"

Sylvan's eyebrow arched. "No, I guess not. We've got to get out of these clothes before we do anything else, though. We're soaked to the bone and you're only human – you might catch a chill."

I shivered, the wet fabric clinging to my skin like a leech. My new glasses lenses were foggy and damp from the rain, so I took them off and tried to wipe them on my sopping-wet cardigan. My efforts were futile, so I set them down on the coffee table and looked up at the reddish-pink blob that was Sylvan. "I'm afraid you're right. Do you mind if I use your shower?"

Sylvan shook his head. "Of course not – but only if I can get in too."

I wasn't about to protest. I'd waited so long to get Sylvan back in my arms, another ten minutes would have been torture.

There was hardly enough room for both of us in the cabin's tiny bathroom, let alone the shower, but Sylvan stepped in first and I slipped in behind him, turning on the hot, steamy water and letting it wash over my cold, tired body.

I wrapped my arms around Sylvan's waist, drawing him in even closer if that was possible. He let out a low, soft moan and I took a deep breath. The chokehold this fae had over me was inescapable, and he didn't have the slightest idea just how deeply I was falling for him.

"I want you to fuck me," he breathed.

I pressed my chin against his neck, kissing along his jawline. "What about –"

He grabbed something off the shelf in the shower and pressed it into my hand. I didn't have to see the bottle I was holding to know that it answered my question. I nuzzled my face deeper into him, grinding against his back. Using my thumb, I popped open the bottle cap and squeezed a dollop of the lubricant onto my fingers. Sylvan pulled away from my arms, bracing himself against the shower wall.

The warm droplets of water cascaded down around us, steam rising far above us and billowing into the rest of the bathroom. It seeped under the bathroom door, no doubt filling the entire cabin with its hot, humid presence.

Sylvan's ass was tight and he groaned a little as I slid myself in, first only a few inches, then the rest of the way. I shouldn't have hurried things along as I did, but I already knew I wasn't going to last long, and I wanted to make the most of the short time we had in here together.

"Faster," Sylvan told me breathlessly, his hands pressing into the wall hard enough to break through them if they weren't made of strong, sturdy planks.

I didn't argue with him. I wanted this as much as he did, if not more, and each thrust brought us both closer to the edge. The water pelted my back, leaving a wave of redness where the heat permeated my skin. I could hardly feel it, having gone numb to the sensation minutes earlier when Sylvan was all that I allowed to occupy my mind.

His hair fell in limp, wet waves down his shoulder, drooping around the points at the tips of his ears. I could almost make out where I ended and he began in the hazy view that I had without my glasses, but the longer I tried to make sense of the two of us, the less sense it made at all.

I thrust again, and again, Sylvan's muscles tensing tighter with each movement. It didn't take much more effort from me to send him over the edge with a cry of pleasure. He was vocal, I could say that with some certainty now. I drove my cock in one more time, climaxing inside him with all the fanfare of a rapidly cooling shower of water overhead.

I placed my hand on the wall to steady myself as I struggled to regain my breath, one hand still resting on Sylvan's hip, keeping him upright too. If there had been more room in the shower, I might have knelt down right there and allowed myself a moment to rest, but as it was, the water was cold now and we both needed to get out and dry off.

"Thank you," Sylvan told me as we stumbled out together, wrapping towels around our waists for warmth if not modesty, which had long since been no consideration to either of us.

"No," I smiled, "thank you . I had no idea sex could be this good so early on in a relationship.

"That's what you get when you match with a fae." Sylvan winked and led me over to the bed, which was still unmade while the sheets lay in a damp pile on the floor. "Here." He tossed me a large, gray knit sweater, which I pulled over my shoulders. "It's not much, but it's better than no blanket at all."

Together, we curled up on the mattress, stretching the sweater over both of us to quell our shivers. Sylvan's body was warmer than mine, and I snuggled up against him so tightly, I worried I might suffocate him, but he said nothing. Before I could ask if he wanted me to move, he was fast asleep.