“Your wish is my command.”
Phin gently pressed Scott onto his back. His body burned to be inside that tight ass. Scott raised his knees, holding them up with his hands. Phin hooked an arm under his leg, then took Scott’s cock into his mouth. Above him, Scott threw his head back, eyes closed and chest arched up. He spread his legs, and Phin sucked him harder.
“Oh God, please don’t stop,” he begged, grunting and thrusting.
The musk of Scott’s groin made Phin’s blood race, and the way Scott whimpered and cried out spurred him on. He’d never been with a noisy lover, and he liked it. Everything about Scott was a new discovery, a surprise he savored.
But before he brought Scott to orgasm, he withdrew.
“No, please….”
“You can wait,” Phin taunted, really getting into this talking during sex. Tom had been quiet….
No!
This was Phin and Scott’s time.
He needed to concentrate on that, not allow his memories to betray him. Scott did not want to compete with a ghost, and Phin was done living in the past.
They both needed to move on.
He was with Scott, and Scott was his future.
Smiling down at his panting lover, Phin took a bottle of lube and slicked his fingers. As he slipped a finger into Scott’s ass, Scott stroked his cock slowly. Then he raised one leg, giving Phin more room. Phin made sure Scott was ready, loving the way he writhed and rocked his hips, spreading farther, inviting him in.
“What do you want me to do?” Phin whispered.
Scott blinked, a little bit of clarity but fear in his eyes too. He knew what Phin asked. He offered him an apologetic wince. “Condom?”
Nodding, Phin smiled. “Okay.”
“I know you’re undetectable, but I just—”
He quieted Scott with a finger on the lips. “You never have to justify what you want or need with me, Mouse.”
“You’re not upset that I’d rather wait till I get on PrEP?”
He shook his head. His viral load was below fifty—the magic number where the disease could not spread through bodily fluids—but Phin would never hold Scott’s needs against him. If the man wanted their love life to include condoms for the rest of their days, Phin would never force him to feel any other way. He loved him enough to—
I love Scott?
Their eyes met, and Phin smiled.
Yes, it was too soon to say it, but without a shadow of a doubt, Phin knew he was in love with Scott.
“You sure?” Scott asked again, the people pleaser he tried so hard to defeat rearing its head. “I mean, I guess we don’t have to if you’d rather—”
Phin put a finger over his lips. “Shh, it’s fine.” He knew then, it would always be his responsibility to encourage Scott to stand up for what he wanted and never push him to deny his true beliefs. “I just wanna be with you. And I wanna make you happy.”
The smile on Scott’s face, the relief was enough to light up the room.
Sitting on his haunches, Phin rolled on a condom.
Scott dropped his leg, reaching between his knees to help Phin roll it on. He smiled sleepily, then flicked Phin’s nipple, stroked his round belly. “You’re so hot.” With a grunt, he gripped Phin’s pecs hard, making him shiver when he rolled his thumbs over the sensitive nipples. “I wanna suck these titties while you fuck me.”
“You do?”
With an eager purr, Scott nodded and squeezed him again.
Desire shooting through him, Phin blushed. He’d resigned himself to these extra thirty pounds, but the way Scott’s gaze devoured him, the lustful expression, his roaming hands, gave Phin a surge of confidence. “You ready?”
Nodding, Scott licked his lower lip and bit down. Then he gripped his legs behind his knees and spread himself wide. His eyes went heavy, dark with lust.
Grinning, Phin got into position. He took his time, gently pressing in and letting Scott’s body relax, holding his legs for him. Grabbing fast onto Phin’s “titties,” Scott threw back his head and groaned, low and guttural.
Scott’s vocal responsiveness was far more arousing than Phin would’ve imagined, amping up his hunger. He savored the sight of Scott’s heaving, muscled torso, stroking him as he slid home.
When Phin was fully inside, he took a slow breath, allowing the ache and burn to consume him. Bracing one hand above Scott’s head, he waited for Scott to move. True to his word, Scott dipped his head—showcasing a surprising amount of flexibility—to suck Phin’s nipple.
With a groan, Phin let his hips drop, filling him completely. Scott let up on the nipple assault to stare at Phin’s chest and squeeze his pecs harder. “So hot!”
He hissed. “Careful.”
Scott grunted and squeezed again. The rough manhandling sent a riot of pleasure-pain through Phin, and he groaned, ramming his cock deeper. His lover shuddered, legs tight around his waist. When Scott dove back in for the other nipple, Phin began to thrust.
With a cry, Scott arched back and grabbed at Phin. Little whimpering sounds broke from his lips every time Phin buried himself deep. Each sound, every hiss made Phin feel like a king. More like a slave to this beautiful, vibrant lover wrapped around him, surrounding him with heat and love.
They rolled their hips in rhythm together, Scott writhing. Phin’s gaze soaked in Scott’s muscular torso to his erect cock. Hand still damp with lube, he took Scott in hand, twisting and stroking. Scott’s hand joined him, cupping and pulling his balls.
Though Scott had come twice already, it didn’t take long. With Phin pumping deep and stroking, he whimpered again, crying out obscenities and begging, “More, more!”
Their eyes met, and Scott touched Phin’s cheek. The wanton need and affection in his face made Phin falter. His body convulsed, and he thrust harder, losing himself. They did not break gazes but stared deep into each other’s eyes as Phin brought Scott over the edge.
Phin had never stared into the eyes of a man as he came, and it was deeply erotic, spiritual even. Watching that desperate look of pleasure on Scott’s face as cum soaked his hand, hearing the cry of pleasure, sent Phin to the threshold of release.
Gaze locked with Scott, he threw himself into thrusting and came with a strangled cry. Phin’s head spun, vision blurring, but still they didn’t look away as he spent the most satisfying orgasm he’d ever had in all is life.
Breathless and empty, he collapsed on Scott.
Purring with contentment, Scott wrapped his arms and legs around him. “That was amazing,” he murmured.
With a contented chuckle, Phin stroked his arms. “I’ll say. You’re rather noisy.”
His face fell. “Did it bother you?”
“Not at all. I like knowing you’re into it.”
“I’ve never really done that before, but it kinda felt good,” Scott admitted. “Freeing actually.”
“If it felt good, then do it.”
With a groan, Phin went to roll off, but Scott tightened his legs. “Stay?” he asked in a whisper.
Propping up on his elbows, Phin studied his contented lover, then kissed him deeply. He rained kisses all over those flushed cheeks until his cock softened. Scott held him in place, rubbing his back, shoulders, and his bottom.
Phin had never been so peaceful and content with a lover. He’d let go of the ghost and was ready to embrace a new future.
Chapter Twenty-Three
WHILE SCOTT slept, Phin snuck downstairs to take care of Katie the next morning. She picked at her food, eating a couple bites, then wandered back to her bed. Heart breaking, Phin sat with her for a moment, cross-legged, rubbing her old bones.
“So what do you think of Scott staying the night?” He glanced upstairs to make sure Scott couldn’t hear him, then smiled. “Yeah, I like him too.”
After giving her a nice rubdown, Phin washed his hands and prepared for breakfast. He wished he had big tomatoes, but only some cherries had ripened. Those, green onions, and orange bell pepper would
be delicious in an omelet with feta. He needed to water his plants and gather eggs but didn’t want Scott to wake up in an empty house.
Funny how an empty house had been his norm, but after one night, Phin couldn’t imagine his home without Scott.
Whistling while he cooked, the cast-iron skillet snapping and popping with bacon, Phin didn’t hear Scott come downstairs.
“That smells delicious,” Scott said.
Phin jumped, startled. “Morning.”
Then Scott did the one thing that melted Phin and made him fall soundly in love.
Scott came up behind him and embraced him around the middle.
He held still for a moment, savoring the warmth of a man holding him while he cooked. When Scott went to step back, Phin was quick to place a hand on his arm, keeping him in place.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Scott inched around him, smiling in confusion. “You’re the one making breakfast. I should be saying thank you.”
Phin kissed him, feeling happier than he had in years. Maybe ever. “Coffee’s done. Cream is in the fridge.”
While Scott poured a mug, he held up the pot in question, then topped off Phin’s mug.
“Does Sister Mary Katherine need to go out?”
He smiled at Scott, pleased he was concerned about his baby. “No, I already took care of that.”
“How early did you get up?”
“Six thirty.”
“That’s so early. I usually sleep in. I’m only awake because I smelled the bacon.”
Phin smiled and placed an omelet in front of Scott. “After breakfast, we can go back to bed if you want.”
Grinning, Scott picked up his fork. “I think I’d just fall asleep. You wore me out.”
“My apologies,” he teased, kissing Scott’s cheek then joining him at the island with his omelet and the plate of bacon. “I’ll take it easier on you next time.”
Scott swiped a piece of bacon. “Don’t you dare!”
Chuckling, he dug in. “Any plans for today?”
“Maybe. Sharon said she’d have my first round of edits after the holiday weekend, so it might be in my inbox. If it is, that’s my plans.”
“Sharon’s your editor?”
“Yup,” he said around a mouthful. “I’m hoping she knows what’s wrong with the book.”
“Why do you think something is wrong with it?”
“Because it was supposed to be a trilogy. S’Jon and Derrek already got married, saved the Shi from going extinct, and united their people. Nobody wants to read about what happens after the happily ever after. Like this.” He held up his fork and gestured to their plates. “Who wants to read about two guys having breakfast? They want the adventure, the suspense of a couple getting together. The hot sex. Not the day-to-day.”
“I don’t know about that. I wouldn’t mind knowing what happens.”
Chewing thoughtfully, Scott studied him. “Really? You wouldn’t find a breakfast scene boring?”
“Not if you wrote it. They’d end up doing it on the table.”
Scott’s face went bright red. “I write more than just sex.”
“I know you do, but I like it when you write sex,” Phin said, scooting closer and placing a hand on his knee. “Why do you blush when you talk about your books?”
“I do not.”
“Yes, you do. You can talk about writing, mention your editor, but if I mention reading the book or the sex scenes, you blush. Why? You’re a good writer. You shouldn’t be embarrassed.”
“It’s not that.” He looked away. “I know people read my books, and I’m glad, but each book is a part of me. Sometimes my fantasies and sometimes just my imagination. But when they talk about it to me, it’s like being naked.”
Phin contemplated that as he finished his omelet. “Well, you shouldn’t be embarrassed, because I’ve seen you naked.” He leaned in and nibbled on his neck until he squirmed away. “And you look great.”
“Stop, that tickles!”
Phin stood and spun Scott’s stool so he faced him. He wrapped Scott’s legs around him and inched closer. “I think this breakfast could use a random sex scene.”
He laughed but didn’t resist Phin’s advances. “I think you could be right.”
“Well, Mr. Author, I’m your character. Make me do whatever you fantasize about. Show me how naughty your imagination really is.”
His brows shot up his forehead. “Right now?”
“Yeah.” He pulled him to the edge of the seat, their groins flush. “Gimme your best.”
“Well, my best involves a seven-foot-tall alien with three cocks. You got one of those handy?”
Phin threw back his head and laughed. “Three cocks! What in the world does anybody need three cocks for?”
Chuckling, he shrugged. “I don’t know, but I bet I could think of something.” He tightened his legs around Phin’s waist. “But how about you just make out with me?”
Pulling him close, Phin kissed him lightly. He buried his tongue inside Scott’s mouth, savoring his taste along with the omelet. Scott’s hands wandered all over his chest, thumbs finding his nipples again.
Phin had never given his nipples much thought, but Scott was downright obsessed with them. Scott pulled back from the kiss, gaze heavy as he yanked off Phin’s shirt and stared at his chest. He squirmed a little, feeling conspicuous in the bright light of morning. Last night in the darkness of his room, he’d forgotten he needed to lose weight. He’d felt sexy. But now….
“I just can’t get enough of your fur.” Scott splayed his fingers through his hairy chest and stomach. “And your tits.” His thumbs found both nipples, then he began licking all around his pecs.
“It’s weird when you call them tits.”
To his shock, Scott gripped a handful of his flesh. “Too bad. I like calling them that.”
Chuckling, he stroked Scott’s rounded shoulders as the man made love to his “tits.” He sucked and licked, squeezed and teased. He wrapped his legs tighter around Phin’s waist, that hard cock poking him.
The riot of pleasure from all Scott’s oral stimulation was a surprise, and the more he played, soaking his hair with spit, the harder Phin became. Phin caressed his enthralled lover’s hair, watching Scott worship his chest.
Scott nursed on one nipple, whimpering as he ran hands all over. They found their way down the back of Phin’s underwear, gripping him tight. Breathless, Phin rocked their erections together.
After nipping him lightly, Scott grinned up at him. “You like?”
Studying those flushed cheeks, he nodded. He leaned down to claim his mouth in a kiss. Scott humped against him, hands on his nipples once more, but Phin held his face tight, devouring his mouth.
Breathless, Phin pulled back. “I’m gonna fuck you right here on this table.”
At once, Scott wound his legs around Phin’s waist, and with a heave, Phin straightened, his lover ratcheted to him. Scott coiled his arms around his neck, kissing him hard. Only breaking the kiss to make sure he set Scott on the table instead of dropping him, he spread the man out. His cock jutted hard through his bottoms. Phin quickly shed them, that cock bouncing free. Taking charge, he put Scott’s feet on the table, spreading him open, the cleft of his ass making Phin’s mouth water.
“Wait,” Scott said, eyes wide. “The condoms are upstairs.”
“We don’t need one.” Phin seized Scott’s hips and lifted him up, bringing his ass right to his face. He ran his fingers over him, flicking his hole and teasing.
“Oh!” Scott gripped his knees when he realized what Phin intended.
He pushed him back farther, the weight of Scott’s legs spreading him open.
“Please,” Scott begged. “Please.”
Phin didn’t have to be asked twice. He dove in, stabbing that hole with his tongue over and over until Scott screamed. He sucked his balls, rougher than before, but Scott loved it, coming completely unglued, thrashing and making more of those passionate noise
s.
Gazing down Scott’s hard body, Phin needed to kiss him. He dropped his legs and crawled over him, placing one knee on the table so he could grind their groins together. Using his size to his advantage, he pinned Scott’s hands over his head with one arm. He cupped his face with the other, kissing him deep.
Scott writhed beneath him, his feet on the edge of the table giving him the leverage to thrust. Phin held his torso down, kissing him until neither of them could breathe. Panting, he lifted up, but only to grip Scott’s cock. He spit on his hand for lube and stroked.
“Feels so good,” Scott moaned, hissing through gritted teeth. Phin squeezed and twisted the head of his cock, palming it firmly several times. “Ahh! Yeah, just like that!”
Grinning with pride, Phin took both of their cocks in hand, making Scott whimper. They each leaked a little precum, which aided Phin’s long, tortuous strokes. When Scott whimpered again, Phin released them and stepped back. He yanked Scott into a sit to kiss him once more. Then he shoved Scott’s face into his chest.
“Suck,” he ordered.
The man gleefully obeyed.
This time, Phin gave himself over to the rich pleasure, the way a circuit of desire began to spin inside him from the nipple play. He reached between their bodies to jerk Scott’s cock once more. When he twisted the head, Scott convulsed with a cry, his mouth gaping over Phin’s nipple.
“Oh, unh!” Scott grunted, shaking once, then burst in Phin’s hand, spraying them both.
Phin moaned with him, holding Scott in place. When Scott stopped shaking, Phin took himself in hand next, pumping and aiming at Scott. They both looked down the moment it came, Phin bursting all over Scott’s rock-hard abs.
Hot, sweating, and out of breath, they recovered with a long, slow kiss.
“Thank you,” Scott murmured.
“You don’t have to thank me, Mouse. I like making you come.”
He chuckled and stroked Phin’s chest. “I guess we made this breakfast scene a whole lot more interesting, didn’t we?”
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