by BA Tortuga
“Do you want to come home?”
Did he want to? His heart was there, his girls were there. Hell, his dog was there.
And his husband was waiting. “I do. I really do. I want us to commit to working this out, to being together.” To therapy if they needed to.
“I do too. Really. To quote Dani, ‘really really a lot.’”
“Then we do this thing.” He would start looking at moving as soon as they got home. “What are we telling the girls?”
“I don’t know. The truth? That we want to live together?”
“I mean, they’re going to ask if we’re getting married again.” Mat knew they had to see how it went and not make promises.
“Yeah, they are.” Reid sounded so sad, so tired.
“I just don’t want to make them promises, querido. I want to be a family again. All the way. But we have to make sure we’re getting it right.”
“You’re right. Of course you’re right.” Reid sighed and stretched, back popping. “We can tell them you missed them, and we decided to live in the same house.”
“No.” Mat shook his head. “No way. That’s true, but it’s also dishonest, and it makes you feel second fiddle again.”
“Well, what do you want to tell them?” Reid rubbed the bridge of his nose. “We’ll go with whatever you want.”
“I want to tell them the truth.” He waved his hands, the spot under his breastbone burning.
“Okay. What’s the truth? What’s your truth?” Reid pinned him with a gaze, pretty blue eyes staring him down.
“That I want to come home. That I’m sorry we split up, and I feel like an utter ass.”
Reid leaned close, so close Mat could see the silver bits in Reid’s stubble, the lines at the corners of his eyes, and it was possibly the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen. “I want you to come home. I’m so fucking sorry we split up. And you are an ass—a pushy, workaholic ass that loves me like no one else ever will.”
“I am that. God, baby. I want taco Tuesdays and dance lesson nights and Dolly farts.”
“That means you have to be home for them, Matty. You have to try to be there.”
“I know.” He swallowed hard. “I talked to the staff. I’m bringing on a junior partner to take some of the load, and I plan to telecommute all but twenty hours.”
“What?” Reid looked like you could knock him over with a feather.
“I’m trying hard, baby. I am.” He was trying to change, and it had to be for him as well as Reid and the girls. His health and sanity had to matter. “There will still be some busy times, but I’ll be home a lot more. Available too.”
“Why? Why did you do it?”
“I don’t know.”
Reid looked at him, disbelieving. “So what? You woke up one morning and said, hmm, I don’t have to work myself to death? Did it take the girls being out of diapers?”
“You think I left to avoid diaper changes?” he snapped. Then he took a deep breath. Again. “No, it’s not fair to say I don’t know. I wasn’t sleeping. I couldn’t eat without pain. My fucking hair was falling out. I was at rock bottom, baby, and I passed out at work. I realized I was killing myself to avoid being alone, and to not think about you and the girls.”
Reid looked at him for a long, endless minute and held out one hand. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Can we go to bed now? We can talk more soon.”
“But you’ll come home? I know that we’d be smarter to date and all, but… you have your family there.”
“I will. All of you are there, and my condo is cold and kinda sad.” As sad as a prefurnished Santa Fe condo could be, anyway.
“You will be there for the first day of school, Halloween.”
Christmas morning. God, he wanted Christmas morning back.
And New Year’s Eve, when the kids went to bed early still and they got to be adults together….
“I’m coming home, Reid. I miss you, I miss my girls, and I miss how I am—how I can be with you.”
“Then let’s go to bed.” Reid’s smile was so gorgeous.
Oh, thank God. “Come on, baby. I need you naked. We have a whole night.”
Reid nodded hard. “God, yes. Did you lock the door? I want them to have to call.”
“Locked. They’re not going to call. They’re sleeping and happy.”
He grabbed Reid’s hands and helped him up, careful not to squeeze the sore underarms. No Brillo arms. He chuckled, just tickled again by the thought.
“Don’t you laugh at me, man.” Reid leaned hard, trusting him to hold on tight.
“I was laughing at us.” They walk-hopped to the bedroom, leaving the crutches behind for now. It made Mat happy to help, and he thought Reid liked being held.
“I know. Maybe one day we’ll remember that, how to tease.”
“I think we’re both a little literal right now. Afraid to offend.” Cautious.
Reid snorted and plopped down on the bed. “I think the word you’re hunting is scared, darlin’. We’re scared.”
“We are. I know one way to get over that.” He sat next to Reid, then leaned over for a kiss. “I love you, and I am going to make us work again.”
Then he pressed their lips together, his heart stopping when Reid opened right up.
Mat slid a hand behind Reid’s head, feeling each corn-silk hair against his palm. His. His lover. His husband. His whole world. God. He was terrified.
Like Reid heard his thought, one palm cupped his cheek and held on.
Mat closed his eyes a moment when they came up for air, savoring the lingering taste on his lips. Then he went looking for more. He tugged his shirt off as Reid dove for his fly, digging for his cock.
“I won’t even remind you about the blowjob,” Mat murmured. “For now.”
“Like I forgot. Like I’d ever forget.”
“Oh, good.” He put a hand on Reid’s chest, that heart beating against his palm.
“Come take my mouth, darlin’? Give me what I need?”
Jesus. Jesus, was this his man? So open, so ready? Reid had always been eager to please, but now he was demanding. It was hot as hell.
“How can you be hotter now than before, love? How?”
“Years of fantasizing.”
“Well, I like it. A lot. A lot a lot.”
“Yeah?” His lover beamed at him before encouraging him to strip down. “Good. I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“I want that too. Right now.” Mat pushed off his clothes, just ready to touch and be touched.
Reid got himself naked, except for the boot, and stretched out on the bed, eyes on him.
Oh fuck, what an invitation. Jesus, there was no resisting that. He climbed on the bed, sliding up to straddle Reid’s chest.
Reid gazed up at him, eyes huge, blue. “I love you, darlin’.”
Then Reid licked a long line up his shaft.
“Oh God.” His head fell forward, and he panted hard, his body already on fire.
Reid’s lips parted, and Mateo slipped the tip inside. He didn’t move too fast, savoring the wet glide of flesh over Reid’s tongue. Reid watched him the whole time, never flinching.
He moaned, rubbing back and forth, letting Reid’s lips surround him. Jesus. That was… oh. Good.
Reid worked his slit with that heated tongue, pressing in hard enough that his eyes crossed. His buttcheeks clenched, his cock hard as nails. He rocked in, fire surrounding him, his balls drawn up and aching.
“Querido. So good.” He tried not to blink so he didn’t miss a moment.
Reid grunted and pulled him in deeper, hands burning on his ass.
That was his cue to start moving, gently, back and forth. He didn’t want to push, but he needed more. Reid’s hunger was an aphrodisiac, something heady and addictive. Reid took him, inch by inch, lips squeezing his prick.
Mat was just going to explode. Freakin’ explode.
Reid groaned and rolled his balls, tugging them hard enough to ache
. He rose up a little, then pushed down and rocked.
Reid swallowed hard, the pressure around the tip of his prick, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Stop, baby. Stop. I love this, but I don’t want to come this way.” He wanted to be on equal ground, wanted to touch and more.
His cock popped out of Reid’s mouth, and those eyes met his. “You sure, darlin’?”
God, he loved the sound of hunger in his husband’s voice. It made him feel ten feet tall and bulletproof. “I’m sure, querido. I want more.”
“Anything. Everything. I’m all yours.”
He slid back off Reid’s chest, then kissed those swollen lips. “I want it all.”
“All I am.” Reid stretched up, spreading wide for him.
Mat pressed down against Reid, rubbing between those lean legs. So hot.
“Touch me.” Reid offered himself over. “Please, babe. Please. I ache inside.”
“Yes. I want to touch so bad.” He stroked one hand down the center of Reid’s chest.
Those blue eyes watched him like a hawk, never letting him believe for a second they weren’t together in this. No, they were as in sync as they had ever been. Christ, he was hard.
Reid grabbed his hand, brought it to his balls, pushing into his touch.
“Mmm. Look how good you look.” Open and ready for him, Reid was rubbing and moaning, all abandon. Reid arched, trying to buck into his hand. “I got you,” Mat soothed. “I swear.”
“I feel like I’m burning up inside, darlin’.”
“Then I’ll be feeling all that heat soon.” He wanted in, wanted to ride Reid hard.
“Oh.” Reid groaned and grabbed his prick, tugged on it, giving him a show, fingers dragging along the shaft, thumb working the tip on each upstroke.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Somehow twice as sexy as ever before, because his man was so open about it now.
“Fuck me. I want to be full of you.”
“Where’s the stuff, baby?” The lotion. He knew it was around somewhere.
“Mmm. Ditty bag. Zipped up so the girls don’t borrow it.”
“Right.” Why hadn’t he gotten it before? Lord. He was a doof.
Reid grinned at him. “I promise that it’ll be in the right drawer in the headboard when you get home.”
“I’m all over that.” That and a few choice toys that had nothing to do with kids.
The look in Reid’s eyes proved he knew exactly what he was thinking. Mat grinned before hopping up so he could run to the bathroom. The familiar old bag was there, filled with the toothpaste and deodorant that he remembered.
He trotted to Reid, feeling like he was back in college. He could hardly remember the last time he’d run around with Reid naked like this. He wasn’t going to be able to get used to it either, because he was going to be home with his kids.
With his family.
The very thought filled him with love so big he couldn’t stop smiling.
“Quit lollygagging, old man. I need you,” Reid called.
“I am thinking how much I love you. Don’t ruin the moment.” He hopped back into bed, bouncing a little.
“Butthead. Come here, it’s cold.” Reid reached for him and drew him close.
“Well, I can promise this will heat you up.” Oh, warming lube would be lovely. He’d have to try that too.
“Love your promises. Seriously. Touch me. Now.”
Mat nodded, then popped the top on the lube. He got his fingers good and wet, ready to get Reid prepped. Reid held his breath, staring up at him, and he smiled. Someone was nervous—hiding his nerves, but worried nonetheless.
“Shhh. We’re going to love this. This is me wanting you, querido. Needing you.”
“Needing…. Yes. God, I need this to be real.”
“I do too. I’m all in, baby.” He pressed a wet finger down along the crack of Reid’s ass.
Reid sucked in a breath, then let it out as a moan.
“Mm-hmmm. We’re gonna do this so good.” Mat pushed his fingers against Reid’s tiny hole. “I’m going to fill you up, make you all mine again.”
His fingers slid in, Reid’s body fiery inside.
“I’ve always been yours.”
“Well, now we get to prove it all over again.” That was the best feeling in the world too.
Reid made a noise, a moan, a whimper; whatever it was, it meant Reid was right there, riding his fingers, loving him.
All Mat had to do was work his fingers back and forth, adding more lube to really get Reid slick. Reid moved easily, taking him in deeper, and he twisted his hand, making Reid buck and shudder.
The way Reid responded to his every movement made him groan, made him stare to catch every moment. His cock was achingly hard, his balls were tight.
Soon he was going to be inside his lover. Soon. He would never hurt Reid this way, though, so he stayed at it a little longer.
“Mateo!” The sound of his name in passion made him ache, and Reid rolled up and started humping his hand, hard.
“Slow down, querido. I just need to get slick myself.”
“Uh-huh. God, darlin’. More.”
“More.” He used his free hand to squeeze out more lube, which he stroked onto his skin.
Reid wasn’t watching; he was rocking, riding his touch.
“Hey. Look at me, baby. I’m so hard for you. So damn ready. Are you?”
“God, yes. Now? Please? I’m on fucking fire.”
“Now,” he agreed. Mat pulled free, but only for a moment. Only long enough to push his thighs between Reid’s legs. He hooked the uncasted leg around his hip, spreading Reid just a little bit wider. He needed that access, and Reid was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“This is real,” Reid whispered. “This is us.”
“It is. I missed you so damn much.” His cock was burning, but Reid was even hotter where he rubbed them together.
He bore down, his body lit up where he scraped through that tiny ring of muscles. Christ. So heated and tight. He panted, hanging on by a thread.
Mateo closed his eyes, trying to keep it together, make it last. He needed to try and—Reid squeezed down on him, that sweet ass going tight as a fist.
His eyes flew open again, then crossed. “Jesus, baby.”
“Love you.” Reid squeezed again.
“God, I love you too. I do.” Mat took a deep breath before he began to move.
Reid met each thrust, lips open and parted, tongue flicking out to taste him. He kissed that mouth, so revved up he thought he might be bruising Reid. Reid acted like he wasn’t going to complain, not even a little.
Damn, his man was fine. Sweet as honey and demanding more.
Reid made him dizzy, made him feel bulletproof. He thrust, in and out, pressing deep before drawing back. His ears rang with his own heavy breathing. Reid met every drive in, hips circling, muscles fluttering around his cock.
They moved together as if they’d never been apart. He was about to cry, it was so perfect.
Then Reid sat up, lips sliding against his ear. “Love you. I love you so bad.”
“Promise? We can do anything if we remember that.” He nipped at Reid’s neck, wanting to mark that skin but knowing he couldn’t. Not right before the wedding.
“I swear. Please, darlin’. Make me all yours again.”
“Mine. Oh God.” All his. They would live together again, sleep together.
He arched, daring to reach for all the things that he’d lost, that had deserted him. Reid was right there with him, clutching his shoulders, good leg around his thighs. They gasped and twisted, grabbed and cried out, as they fought for their completion.
His skin felt superheated, too tight. His balls drew up, his abs pulling in as he fought to keep going. Reid reached down and started jacking himself off, pulling in long, steady tugs.
“Hey, now. I want to go together.” No rushing, and if Reid needed a hand, he would give it.
“To
gether. I love that thought. You and me together.”
“I do too.” He had to take another kiss, then another. They were breathing in sync, staring into each other’s eyes.
Mat moaned, the tingles running up his spine telling him he was almost there. He couldn’t wait much longer.
“Please, darlin’. Please, I need to come.”
“Me too, baby. I want to see you and smell you on my skin when I shoot.”
“Matty!” Reid’s eyes went wide, that tight ass gripping Mat as he shot.
“Damn. Oh, damn.” He grunted, his whole body jerking back and forth.
He reached out, touched one of the ropes of seed sprayed between them, and then brought it to his lips. The taste was all he could take—salty and rich and blessedly familiar. Mat shot hard, his jaw clenching so tight he grunted.
He swayed above his lover, the world all bright lights and sparks. It was real. They had made love. Together. And no one had knocked on the door.
“Wow.” Reid blinked up at him, eyes twinkling. “Wow, darlin’.”
“Mmm. Wow, la verdad.” He had baby head.
“C’mere, love. Let me hold you.”
Mat lowered himself down, making sure not to hit that sore leg.
Reid groaned as their bodies met, the sound deep and low. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, querido. You good?” He was. Mat was feeling whole for the first time in ages.
“Better than good. God. You’re in me. Deep.”
“I am. Thank God. I was so ready.” He kissed that salty skin. The scent of Reid was so right, and he would know it absolutely anywhere. It was imprinted on his soul. The smell of his family. Just his. Not their sprawling extended family. Only the two of them.
“Still love you, you know.” Reid was grinning now, laughing at him.
“Yeah? That’s pretty rad.” Reid had always teased him about his out-of-date slang. It was like he was the same age as his Pop.
“Totally!” Reid shot back. “Goofball man.”
They started laughing together, chuckling softly at first, and then the sound got wilder. They clung together, howling with it, the ridiculous sound so wonderful.
Home. He’d come to fucking Colorado to come home.
Who the hell would have known?
