by Pandora Pine
Rem got up from where he'd been sitting on the couch to join his ex on the floor. "Old Declan. New Declan. Tastes great, less filling, Declan. Doesn't matter who you think you are. I know what you need, babe."
"Oh, and what is it you think I need?"
Rem laughed softly, reaching forward to cup Declan's face in his hands. "Me."
Declan moaned out loud, too weak with need to try to hold it back.
It was pointless to even try to argue. Rem was right. Dec needed Rem desperately. He always had and he had a feeling he always would. None of the lovers he'd taken while he'd been apart from Rem held a candle to his ex.
As hard as he'd tried to deny it to himself, he was still in love with Remington James. That revelation was only confusing him more. What if Rem didn’t feel the same way about him?
"Come on, babe. You know you want this." Rem brushed their lips together before quickly pulling back. "Let me give you what you want." With his eyes open, Rem licked slowly along the closed seam of Dec's lips, moaning as if the flavor of his lips were irresistible.
Having spent the last two years wanting this man with his entire being, Dec knew he didn't stand a chance against Rem's slow assault on his lips. His warm hands were holding him right where Rem wanted him. Dec felt like he was trapped, but was a willing prisoner.
"Let me give you what I know you need. You know I'm the only one who can give it to you." Rem's left hand moved to put pressure on Dec's chin.
Groaning, Dec opened his mouth to Rem's invasion. Knowing he was lost, Dec whimpered and kissed Rem back.
"God, I've missed this. Missed the taste of you." Rem dropped his hands to Dec's lap and started tugging up the hem of his shirt. "Do you have any idea how fucking hard it was to keep my dick down while you walked around in those tight swim trunks all day?" Not bothering to wait for an answer, Rem ripped Dec's shirt over his head and then reached for his own.
"Not half as hard it was for me. Everyone was staring at your tight ass, Rem." Dec included. It was part of the reason he’d stopped riding the waterslides. He couldn’t bear to watch Rem’s tight ass sway in front of his face as they climbed the stairs. Much more of that sweet torture and he knew he would have ended up grabbing his ex in front of the kids.
"Yeah, they were." Rem winked before pushing Dec down on the carpet. "Lift up your hips."
Dec had barely moved when Rem yanked his shorts off and pounced on him, nuzzling his balls.
Dec cried out when Rem starting licking his sacs, first one, then the other. "Fuck, yes!"
It felt incredible to feel Rem's tongue on him after all this time. It was like they'd never been apart. Rem remembered exactly how to touch him as if the last time they’d done this was yesterday.
Pushing Dec's legs open wider, Rem licked a stripe from the base to the tip of Dec's weeping cock, before lapping at the beaded drop of pre-come that had gathered. Rem moaned like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
"Please, Rem." Dec felt like he could fly apart at Rem’s next touch.
"Please what, babe?" Rem winked.
"Suck my cock. Jesus, please." Dec wiggled his hips, nudging his cock against Rem’s damp lips.
"Your wish is my command." Not wasting any time, Rem swallowed Dec whole, working his tongue over every bit of his hard flesh.
Digging his hands into the carpet, Dec knew he was along for the ride. It wasn't going to take long for him to get there either. Even though he'd come, hard and fast, in the shower, Rem had him on edge again the second his lips closed over his cock head.
"Come on, babe." Rem whispered, urging Dec on, seemingly unbothered by how needy Declan was.
He tried to hold on, but Rem's tongue lashing against the underside of his shaft did it. "Rem!" Dec yelled, as his cock pulsed in Rem's mouth.
Rem dug his fingers into Dec’s hips, holding on for dear life as Declan’s hips bucked. When his cock finally stopped twitching, Rem swallowed his prize and grinned at Declan like the cat who just ate the canary.
“Fuck that was good,” Dec panted, throwing his arms up over his head.
“Understatement of the century.” Rem smiled, pushing forward on his knees to lean over Dec's body.
"You gonna let me return the favor?" Dec asked, still out of breath.
"Uh, uh." Rem shook his head no.
“No?” Dec's eyes blew wide with shock. It wasn't like Remington to refuse a sloppy, wet blow job.
"I'm not coming until I'm balls deep in your sweet ass." Rem’s dark eyes glowed with need.
"Jesus, fuck." Dec knew he didn't have the strength to refuse and at this point he didn't want to. "Tell me you brought condoms and lube."
"In my shaving kit. We should move to the bedroom. If we stay here, you're gonna end up with an epic case of rug rash."
13
Even in his slightly tipsy state, Rem knew what a big moment this was for him and Declan. It had been two long years since they’d done what they were about to do. As Rem shoved his sweats down his hips, he realized his hands were shaking.
“Found them!” Dec shouted triumphantly. His right fist shot into the air holding a bottle of lube and a strip of blue wrapped condoms.
“Get on all fours on the bed.” Rem needed a few more minutes to calm his nerves and hoped that staring a Dec’s naked ass would help to calm him down.
“Yes, sir.” Dec tipped him a mock salute and got up on the hotel’s king-sized bed. Once he was in the center, he started wiggling his ass.
While Dec bounced around the center of the bed, Rem managed to kick out of his pants. He stalked toward the bed his eyes roving over Dec’s creamy skin. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Dec peered over his left shoulder. “You too. Now get up here and fuck me. I need it bad, Rem.”
He needed it bad too, but was in no hurry to rush things. Dec was needy and willing now, but whether that had to do with his own desires or Jack Daniels, Rem couldn’t say. This very well could be a one-night thing and if it was, he wanted to make it last.
Climbing up on the bed behind, Dec, Rem gave his left cheek a sound smack.
“Oh, fuck!” Dec moaned. “More, you kinky bastard.”
“Saw a couple mothers reading Fifty Shades of Grey. Couldn’t help getting inspired.” Neither of them had been particularly kinky when they’d been a couple. If he’d know Dec liked it so much, he would have spanked him years ago. Rem smacked Declan’s left cheek so hard, he left a handprint.
“Shit, Rem! That’s hot.”
“Yeah? What about this?” Pulling Dec’s ass cheeks apart, he speared his tongue against the tight furl of muscle guarding Dec’s entrance.
Dec moaned a string of unintelligible consonants. Rem knew he was on the right track. He swirled his tongue against Declan again, the musky flavor of him washing over his tongue.
“Rem, fuck. Please.”
Rem laughed. “You need it bad, huh?”
“Shut up and fuck me, Rem.”
Growling, Rem bit Declan’s left cheek and grabbed the bottle of lube. Thank Christ he’d had the fore thought to remove the plastic safety wrap before he’d packed it. He quickly slicked up his fingers and went to work opening Declan to his invasion.
“More, Rem,” Declan panted. “I need your cock now.”
“You’re gonna get it.” Boy was Declan ever going to get it. Not that Rem would admit it out loud, but he hadn’t been with anyone like this since he and Dec had broken up. He’d given and gotten a few blow jobs in the last two years, but had never allowed himself to get close enough to anyone to go this far.
“Ah, Christ!” Declan howled, when Rem rubbed a lubed finger against his prostrate. “Now, Rem! I’m ready, stop fucking around with the foreplay and take me.”
“Never realized you were such a bossy bottom.” Rem grinned, using his teeth to rip open the foil condom package. His still-shaking hands made suiting up a bit tougher, but once he was sheathed, he pressed the head of his cock against Declan’s opening.
“Oh
God, Rem. Just like that,” Declan rested his head against the mattress, using his arms as leverage to keep his ass in the air.
Every instinct in Rem’s body urged him to plunge deep and fuck Declan until his ex was screaming his name. He wanted to fuck any memories of other men out of Declan’s head so that the only man Dec could see himself with was Rem. But he wasn’t going to do that.
Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed himself into Declan’s welcoming body.
“Missed this so fucking much,” Dec whispered when Rem bottomed out.
“Me too, babe. Me too.” Wrapping his left arm around Declan, Rem pressed a tender kiss to the back of his neck. “You ready for this?”
“Fuck me fast and hard. Plenty of time later for long and slow.”
Rem grinned against the back of Declan’s neck. Round two was fine by him. He slid back and nearly out of Dec’s passage before slamming back inside.
Dec moaned into the bedspread.
Rem hadn’t realized how much he needed this time with Declan. Their bodies worked in perfect sync with each other. Declan met each and every one of Rem’s thrusts.
“So close, Rem. Come with me.” Dec reached back for his neglected cock.
“Oh, no, babe. You’re gonna come with just my cock fucking you. Got it?”
Dec cried out, his hands fisting in the bedspread.
“That’s right. Work for it.” Rem slanted his hips to the left slightly and started pounding into Dec’s body. He knew every thrust was angled to hit Dec’s prostrate. “You’ll never forget the way I fucked you tonight. You won’t be able to live without my cock,” Rem growled in his ear.
“Rem!” Dec shouted, his voice cracking.
Rem’s cock pulsed deep inside Declan’s body. All he could do was hold on and whisper his lover’s name again and again. He knew Dec was in no fit state of mind to hear it, but Rem was still in love with him and always would be.
XX
Declan woke up several hours later cocooned against Rem’s chest. He hadn’t felt this safe and loved since the last night he and Rem had spent together as a couple.
True to his word, Rem had made the second time long and slow, with both lovers falling asleep in each other’s arms soon after. Dec had been quite a bit tipsy the first time they’d made love, but had been stone-cold sober the second time around.
He’d made sure to memorize everything about it. How Rem smelled, what he’d said, the way he’d looked into Declan’s eyes when they’d come together the second time. He knew in his heart that unless something changed between them that this would be the last time they’d be together like this.
Instead of helping to make the decision about what to do with Remington for him, the sex had only served to confuse him that much more. It was only day two of their seven day vacation together. There were still five more to go.
“Hey, handsome.” Rem whispered in his ear.
“Hey.” Declan closed his eyes and luxuriated in the feel of Rem being wrapped around his body.
“Man, I’m starved.” Rem kissed the back of Declan’s neck.
Dec could feel Rem’s cock digging in to the crack of his ass. It would be so easy to roll over and lose himself in Rem all over again, but the sex could only tide them both over for so long. They needed to talk about last night and what it meant for them.
“Me too.” Dec grinned and rolled over to face Rem. He was so handsome with his sleepy eyes and sleep-tousled hair.
“We should get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast. Moses the Moose is supposed to be there.”
“Who the hell is Moses the Moose?” Declan didn’t remember reading anything about a moose at breakfast.
“He’s the hotel’s mascot. Shows up at breakfast to take pics with the kids.”
“Do you think Gemma will like him or be scared?”
Rem sat up in bed, the sheets pooled low on his naked hips.
Declan couldn’t help staring at Rem’s body. Memories of the thing that body had done to him last night sped through his mind’s eye. He swore he could still feel Rem’s hands on his skin.
“Like what you see, babe?” Rem pressed forward to kiss the side of Declan’s stubbled jaw.
“You know I do.” Dec leaned forward intent on kissing Rem back when their phones both started to jingle with text messages.
“Must be the cavalry wondering where we are.”
Dec couldn’t help but think he’d just been saved by the bell.
**
“Someone has that just been fucked glow about him.” Knox grinned shamelessly at Declan, who was piling his plate high with moose shaped pancakes.
“That someone sure the hell isn’t you.”
Ben laughed from behind them. “Oh come on, Dec. I’m sure Knox got jiggy with his right hand after we went to bed last night.”
“Funny, Ben. I was so tired from spending the night with you that I was too tired to spank my monkey,” Knox jabbed back.
“What the hell were the two of you doing that made Knox too tired to get down with himself?” Dec looked back and forth between the two men, grateful for taking the heat off him.
“Nothing like what you and Rem were up to, I’m sure.” Ben rolled his eyes. “We were discussing current events and things got a little heated.”
“Don’t tell me the two of you were talking politics. That’s one way to light Knox’s fire.” Declan knew from experience how much Knox loved to argue politics even if he agreed with your side of an issue.
“Nope!” Ben burst out laughing. “We were talking about Ben and Jen.”
“Jen who? I didn’t know you were into girls Ben.”
It was Knox’s turn to laugh. “We were talking about Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner, duh.”
“Arguing more like.” Ben grabbed a plate from the front of the buffet stand and went for the crisp French toast. “This idiot thinks it’s good for kids if you live with your ex but fuck other women on the side.”
“That’s not what I said, Ben,” Knox sounded pained. “Enough about that tabloid shit, we’ve got our own little drama playing out here at Mighty Moose Lodge. Declan looks like he spent the night getting well and truly fucked to within an inch of his life.”
“Why would you even say that?” Knox was right, but he didn’t want to discuss what happened last night over breakfast.
“Well, you look exhausted and you’re limping.” Knox grinned gleefully.
“Yeah, and you’ve got a hickey.” Ben pulled down the neck of Declan’s shirt to reveal a love bite Rem had left. “I hate to admit it, but I think Knox is right.”
“How did it feel last night?” Ben asked quietly.
“Whoa! Who knew you were such a kinky bastard.” Knox smacked the side of Ben’s shoulder.
Ben shot him a quelling look. “I meant how did it feel to be back with Rem?”
It had been the most glorious night of his entire life. He’d hoped and prayed to have one more night in Remington’s bed and that dream had actually come true. “It was just like it was before we broke up. Like we hadn’t missed a beat.”
“Sex was never the problem, if memory serves.” Knox elbowed Ben.
“Christ, will you stop hitting me.” Ben whacked the back of Knox’s head.
Dec rolled his eyes. These two needed to just fuck each other and just get it over with. “True. I just let go of my worries and just kind of went for it.”
“And now you’re feeling guilty?” Ben’s blue eyes were gentle.
“Not exactly guilty, just more confused than ever. It felt so right to be with him like that and then to fall asleep in his arms.” Declan had even battled to stay awake so he could enjoy the feeling of Rem holding him for a little longer.
“You didn’t ask for my advice, but I’m going to give it to you anyway.” Ben set a hand on Dec’s shoulder. “Be happy. This is the happiest I’ve seen you in two years. Enjoy it.”
Knox nodded. “In all seriousness, same goes for Rem. He’s happier now that he’s
been since the two of you broke up. We all kind of hated you after what happened with the plumber, but we all knew how much you loved him.”
Dec snorted. “Kind of hated me? I got the feeling you wanted to kick my ass.”
“Fine.” Knox blew out a frustrated breath. “We all hated you. Happy now? Rem was a wreck, but look at him now.” Knox pointed toward their table.
Dec turned around to see Rem and Gemma sitting next to each other. They were laughing hysterically about something while Rem cut her pancakes.
“Life is too short to be miserable and alone. I know you still love Rem. It’s written all over your face.” Ben grinned at Dec.
Dec had always worn his heart on his sleeve. “Yeah, me loving him isn’t the problem. What I want to know is does he love me?”
Knox shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “I don’t know.”
“Fucking seriously, Knox? I’m spilling my guts and now you’re playing coy?”
“Contrary to what you think, I’m not always an insufferable prick. Rem hasn’t said anything about falling back in love with you and even if he did, you’d still need to talk to him. Let’s face it, communication isn’t exactly either of your strong suits. You have nothing to lose. Talk to Rem,” Knox urged.
“Dec!” Gemma bellowed, running to him and wrapping her arms around his knees. “Come meet Moses the Moose. We have to take a family pitcher.”
“Out of the mouth of babes.” Ben grinned.
Dec walked back to the table with Gemma. He could see Tucker hugging the giant moose while Bronson and Nash snapped pictures of him on their phones. All of the happiness in the world shone in their eyes as they looked at each other and then at their son.
Happiness like that could be his for the taking with Rem and Gemma, if only he were brave enough to take a risk and reach for it.
14
Declan was wolfing down waffles as fast as he could fork them into his mouth. He was starving and needed to refuel. Even though Tucker and Gemma had a sleepover last night with Dec and Rem, they had still managed to get their groove on, just more quietly than they had the night before when the kids had been with Nash and Bronson.
He’d somehow managed to quell the dread in his gut that sleeping with Rem was the wrong move. These last few days had been a dream come true for Declan. He had all of his old friends back in his life and welcoming him back into their group and he had Rem back in his bed. Life couldn’t get any better.
