by Sean Michael
“Love you.” Thrusting, he pinched the other one.
“Love.”
Jeff’s head lifted up. Rye bit at Jeff’s throat, letting his teeth drag and scrape. He could feel the way his sharper touches made Jeff shudder. Hungry man. Jeff was learning to need, and Rye loved it. He bit down on Jeff’s shoulder, his hips moving rhythmically.
“Rye. Rye, hurry.” His boy was going to come without a touch to his cock. It made Rye punch in harder, faster, eager to push Jeff right over the edge. Jeff grabbed his shoulders, short nails digging in.
Rye brought their mouths together again, tongue-fucking Jeff’s lips. Jeff’s body milked him, muscles rippling against his cock.
“You make me fucking need, baby.”
“Gonna—”
“Do it. Want you to come without a touch to your cock.”
“Rye!” Jeff called out to him.
“Do it,” he insisted.
Those amazing eyes went wide, and Jeff shot, seed spraying.
“Oh fuck.” Between the smell and the way Jeff’s ass was milking him, Rye was pulled into his own orgasm.
“Uh-huh—” Jeff couldn’t even keep his eyes open.
“Love you, baby.” He let Jeff take some of his weight, wanting to stay right there, just for a bit.
“Mmm. Love.” Jeff yawned, snuggling in, making no move to get up.
Rye didn’t see any reason not to have a nice long lie-in. He kissed Jeff’s forehead and cuddled him in close.
“Best lights-out ever.”
Rye chuckled. He couldn’t agree more.
OKAY, THIS was creepy, and he wasn’t getting out of bed until the lights came on and there was Internet. Jeff squeezed his eyes shut, staying buried under the covers, steadfastly ignoring the world.
Rye pulled the covers off him. “Come on, baby. The snow is smooth and beautiful. We need to make angels. We’re going out to play, baby.” Rye pinched his butt.
“No pinching!” He made a grab for the blankets.
“Then come play with me.” Rye tossed the blankets over the end of the bed.
“Hey!” He scrambled for the edge of the bed, and Rye grabbed him, snatching him up.
“Better get dressed, or I’ll toss you over my shoulder and we’ll pretend to be polar bears.”
“No!” This was almost fun.
Rye snickered and hefted him across one wide shoulder, heading down the stairs.
“Don’t you take me out there without my coat! No!”
Instead of a snowbank, he was dumped onto the couch, his ass sliding on the leather. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped up tight.
“I thought we’d moved past the hiding-in-bed phase?” Rye sat with him, tugging him close.
“You gotta go with what’s comfortable.”
Snorting softly, Rye pulled him closer. “Like being January was comfortable.”
“No. No, that never was. Never.”
“Well, then. You don’t have to go with what’s comfortable. Besides, being with me isn’t as uncomfortable as being January, I’m sure. It might be challenging sometimes, but—”
“You’re saying many words….”
“You telling me to shut up?”
“No.” He was saying that Rye didn’t let him hide.
“Then what?”
Jeff shrugged, shook his head. He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything.
“Don’t shut me out, baby.” Rye stroked his cheek. “I want to know everything about you, about what you’re thinking.”
“No one wants that.” No one but Rye.
“I do.” Rye grinned. “Call me a sap, but I like the way that sounds.”
He pushed into Rye’s lap, settling. “Sap.”
Rye kissed him, hands sliding on his skin. Damn this man, who could ease him, distract him, so easily. Holding his ass, Rye squeezed hard enough there would probably be bruises. Jeff wiggled, pushed into the touch.
“God, the things I want to do with you.”
“Do with me?”
“Uh-huh.” Rye squeezed his ass again, nails digging in this time. “I want to wake every one of your senses. Blow your mind.”
“I thought you wanted to make snow angels.” Blowing his mind sounded fun.
“I know it goes against my badass image, but I’m not going to actually throw you into the snow naked.”
“Oh, thank you.” He started giggling, so in love it hurt.
Rye just stared for a moment, then started to laugh too. “God, you are something special.”
Jeff wrapped his arms around Rye’s neck, held on tight.
“And I want you to believe that. You, not January, just you.”
“At least I was bright enough to be January, huh?”
“You are smart and talented and good-looking, and there isn’t anything you can’t do.”
“There’s lots of stuff I suck at.”
“Nobody is good at everything.”
“Nope.” That was true. Shit, nobody was anything at everything. Okay, that was stupid.
Rye traced Jeff’s lips with his tongue. He moaned and opened, tongue touching Rye’s. “God, you make me need more with every breath.” That was good, right? Rye pulled him in closer, the heat of Rye’s body keeping him warm.
“I miss the lights and the computer, huh?” Jeff said softly.
“Because they keep your mind busy?”
“Yeah. Because they’re something.”
“What are you keeping your mind busy from?”
“I don’t know. Thinking, I guess.”
Rye squeezed him. “About….”
“I don’t know. Stuff?” Retiring. Living. Roach.
“You don’t have to go through it alone, baby. Share?”
“I was thinking about the road, about touring, January.”
Rye swallowed but didn’t say anything. “What were you thinking about them?”
“Roach isn’t going to get better, is he?”
“No, baby. He’s not. The fact that he’s not gone yet is a miracle.”
“I can’t do Lord January without him. He was the heart of the band.”
“Do you even want to do Lord January anymore?”
“No. I hate it, but I have to work.”
“What about the stuff you’ve been composing lately? It’s gorgeous.”
“It’s okay.” It didn’t suck.
“So? Why can’t you do that?”
“What if it doesn’t make money? What if I can’t afford Donna, you?”
“Well, I’m not sure you’d need to pay me once I’m your husband and all.”
“Oh. Oh, that’s good.” Husband. His husband.
“I have a lot of money saved up. Do you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?” They’d have to ask Donna. Donna would know.
Rye winced. “You should know, baby.”
“How could I? It’s too complicated for me.”
“Knowing how much money you have is too complicated?” Rye shook his head. “I know you’re not stupid.”
“No, but I don’t even know where it comes from. None of it.”
“From playing January.”
“Right, but there’s all these details.” And he was a junkie. Donna handled it.
“That’s crazy, baby. Hell, for all you know, you make more money writing songs than you did playing January.”
Oh, wouldn’t that be amazing? That would be perfect.
“Mmm, you like that idea.”
“Sure I do. It would be like… magic.” He was writing a lot these days.
“Then you talk to Donna. See if we can’t make magic happen, hmm?”
“I could talk to Donna.” He could. Well, once the lights came on.
“I think that’s a great idea.”
“Maybe, yeah. Maybe it is. Just to see.”
“When we have power again, you can call her. Find out what’s what.” Rye grabbed his ass again. “Now, whatever will we do until the power come back?”
“I was
planning on sleeping,” Jeff teased.
Smiling happily, Rye leaned in and began to suck on his neck. Jeff leaned back, throat working as the little tingles turned to heat. Rye was already hard, thick cock pressing against him.
“You need.” It surprised him, the way Rye wanted.
“Of course I do. You do it for me, baby. Deep in my soul.”
“I like the sound of that. Deep in your soul.”
“It’s true.” Rye stroked the spot he’d just sucked up.
“Deep….” His entire body started to heat.
“Yeah. Deep.” Rye grabbed his ass again, fingers pressing hard as he pulled their lower bodies together.
It burned a bit, but it felt good, intense.
Like Rye was sensitizing every inch.
“Can’t wait to get your piercings back in. Add the nipple rings.”
“Mmmhmm.” Jeff nodded, agreeing.
Rye’s mouth took his again, the kiss hard, all consuming. It was so easy, to lick and taste and spread, tease Rye, touch.
His big lover moaned and groaned, pushing into each touch. Jeff tugged on one nipple, pulled a little bit. Moaning again, Rye licked his lips and mirrored the motion on Jeff’s nipple.
Oh, he wanted more. He pulled a bit harder. Gasping, Rye tugged harder too—then twisted his nipple. A deep groan bubbled up in his chest, almost making him hiccup.
Moving to his other nipple, Rye tugged it as well. Jeff’s fingers stuttered, stumbling over Rye’s flesh. Leaning in, Rye took his right nipple in, sucking on it.
Jeff arched up, encouraging Rye to taste, to suck, to bite. Rye did, all three, sucking hard and biting even harder. Then Rye moved to work his other nipple just as hard.
“More,” Jeff whispered.
Rye flicked his tongue across Jeff’s nipple, then bit down, really hard. He cried out, shocked, stinging and so fucking turned on. Rye did it again, mouth hot and sharp.
“No. No more.” Don’t stop. Fuck.
“Your body is saying yes….” Rye moved to his other nipple and bit it really hard.
“No….” He pulled away, covering his nips, rubbing them.
Chuckling, Rye nodded. “Yeah, your mouth is saying no, but your body is saying yes. And you have me all twisted and turned around.” Rye shifted, putting him down on the couch, rubbing against him.
“Uh-huh. I mean….” Jeff tugged Rye’s cock, fingers circling the tip.
“Trying to distract me.”
“Uh-huh.” Absolutely. Rye’s fingers went back to his nipples, pinching, tugging. “No more.” Jeff couldn’t stop his moans, though.
“Imagine them pierced, baby. Little rings to tug on.”
“Love my rings….”
“Uh-huh. Gonna get ’em back. Gonna make you fly.”
Jeff could believe that. He could. Rye was waking up more feelings than he ever expected.
Rye kept thrusting, moving their cocks together in the best way. Jeff wrapped both his hands around both of them, jacking them together. Nodding, Rye went back to his nipples, licking and biting at them again. God, this was magic. Perfectly magical.
Growling around his nipple, Rye made it vibrate, the sensation going straight to Jeff’s prick.
“Oh….” His hands squeezed tighter, jerking hard. That made Rye bite down again, teeth sharp. “Rye!” He was going to come.
Humming, Rye sent more vibrations from his nipples to his cock. Jeff let go, shooting so hard his bones rattled.
“Jeff!” Rye called out his name, shouting and adding more heat between them.
The sensation went on and on, spinning through him. Rye’s kisses made it even better. Those hands worked him like magic, played him. He didn’t even get soft. How was that possible?
“I don’t go more than once.”
“So what’s this?” Rye rubbed the tip of his cock.
“You. It’s you.”
“No, baby. This is your cock.” Rye’s eyes twinkled.
“Butthead.” The urge to giggle was almost unbearable.
Rye laughed softly and squeezed Jeff’s prick. His balls drew up tight, aching. Running his thumb across the top of Jeff’s prick, working his slit, Rye was trying to make him lose his fucking mind.
“You’re going to come again for me.”
“I…. Again?” His hips couldn’t stop moving.
“Oh yeah. I know you can feel it.” Rye just kept touching, pushing, the sensations undeniable. Two fingers pushed into his hole, stretching him, the pressure almost rough. That little sting of pain made it all the better.
“More.” Jeff needed it to go on and on.
Rye found his gland, pegging it as Rye teased his slit with the other hand. The two zings joined, merged together. His teeth sank into his bottom lip. That was when Rye bit down on his left nipple.
“Rye!” Spunk pushed from his balls, spraying between them. It left him shaken, sweaty.
Rye let his nipple go, moving to kiss him, tongue pushing lazily into his mouth. Jeff whimpered, head shaking side to side. Rye’s fingers slid away, the hand on his cock letting go as Rye settled next to him.
“Mmm. God, you’re sexy. You really are.”
“I….” He blinked, licked his lips.
Snuggling in, Rye smiled against his neck. “I love you, Jeff.”
“Love. Love. My giant.”
Rye chuckled. “All yours. Every inch.”
That thought made him grin, and he felt wicked.
“Someone’s thinking very naughty thoughts.” The look in Rye’s eyes was naughty too.
“Me? I’m innocent as the driven snow—”
“Driven into the ground and mixed up with gravel, you mean.”
Jeff swatted Rye’s arm playfully. “Hush, you!”
Rye kissed the skin just beneath his ear. “It’s okay, baby, you’re perfect just like you are.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what? Kissing you?” Rye licked the same spot he’d kissed.
“No. No, not that.”
“Then what? Telling you how I feel about you? I love you, just the way you are.”
“That’s so cool.”
“Then why on earth would I stop it? Why would you want me to?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s silly.”
“Do you believe me when I tell you how great you are?”
“I believe that you think I am.”
Rye growled. “Baby, you’re awesome.” Rye bumped their foreheads together.
“Ow.” He cracked up and grabbed Rye’s ears. “Be nice.”
“I’m trying to be nice.” Rye’s lips touched his for a moment.
Jeff rubbed their noses together. “I wish….”
“What do you wish, baby?”
“That this could be our life.”
“It is our life, Jeff.”
“No. No, I mean, our real life.”
“Well, why can’t it be?”
“Because we’re just doing it for now.” Right? This wasn’t theirs—this peace, this house, this life.
“Our life can be anything we want it to be, Jeff. And we’re going to get married and be together for always. We’ll always have this.” Rye held on to him and pulled him close.
Jeff held on, wanted to believe it.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. Not ever.”
“Not ever?”
“Not ever.” Rye kissed him, like he was sealing the vow.
Jeff held on, happier than he’d ever been. Ever. He hoped, if he held on tight enough, he’d get to keep it.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THE POWER was off for over a day, but they survived it just fine, and Rye had to chuckle at Jeff’s cheer when everything came back up again.
They plugged their phones in, Jeff’s beeping immediately to let him know he had voice messages. Jeff listened, taking notes on his laptop, and then suddenly Jeff stopped, put his phone down, and headed to the bathroom.
That was strange.
Frowning, Rye follo
wed him and knocked on the door. “Baby?” The water started, and he thought he heard crying. “I’m coming in, Jeff.” He opened the door and went in, worry like an electrical wire.
Jeff was on the bottom of the tub, curled up, sobbing.
He climbed right in, not even bothering to take off his clothes, and picked his lover up. “What happened?”
“He’s gone. He’s gone, and I missed it.”
“Baby, who—oh. Roach?” He squeezed Jeff tight.
Jeff sobbed, just cried like his heart was broken.
Rye didn’t know what to say except “I’m sorry,” and he said it again and again, whispering it into Jeff’s skin.
“He was a good guy. He made me famous, taught me about music.”
“I know, baby. It sucks that he’s gone.”
“I should have been there.”
“Was he awake at all? At the end?” Rye asked, keeping his voice gentle.
“No. No, Donna said he just slipped away. Two days ago.”
“Then it wouldn’t have made a difference if you were there.”
Two days. When the power had gone out.
“No, but still….” Those red eyes stared at him. “My head hurts.”
“I bet it does. Your heart too, eh?” He stroked Jeff’s cheeks, knowing his lover had to go through this. Much as he wanted to—and man, did he want to—he couldn’t take this for Jeff.
“Uh-huh. Everything. You have your clothes on.”
“Yeah, well, you’re more important to me than them.”
“Still, you’ve got to be uncomfortable, and I need aspirin.”
“Yeah, yeah. Be all logical and shit.” Rye turned the water off and started stripping out of his admittedly disgusting clothes.
Jeff handed him a towel and wrapped one around himself, heading for the big bed.
He grabbed the aspirin from the cabinet over the sink and followed Jeff out. “Hey, let’s go sit down by the fire.” No more hiding in bed.
“I want to lie down.”
“We can curl together on the couch.”
“You don’t like the bed?” Jeff pulled on a huge sweater and a pair of pants.
“I don’t like you hiding in it.”
“I….” Jeff stared at him.
Rye opened his arms. “Come here.”
Jeff ran to him immediately. After picking Jeff up, Rye headed downstairs. Jeff’s face was in his throat, breath warm and soft. He put Jeff down on the couch and turned to light the fire. Jeff pulled all the blankets around, making them a nest.
