by Carrie Davis
“Do you really think I could judge you for that? You were defending yourself.”
“Some people might not see it that way.”
“I don’t give a fuck what some people might think.”
“Drake, I just threw all of this on you. Maybe you should take some time and think about it and then decide if you really want to be with me despite everything.”
“I don’t need time. God, enough time has passed. Why should we wait a minute more?”
Lincoln sighed and pushed away from the wall. “I just want you to be sure. I don’t want you to end up regretting being involved with me.”
“Do you regret our night together?”
“God, no.”
“And did you mean it when you said you love me?”
“Yes. Yes, of course I meant it.”
“So…what’s the problem?” Drake smiled, holding out a hand.
“Drake...”
“You’ve come this far, Lincoln. Don’t stop now.”
He looked down at the hand Drake held out and then slowly, he reached out, taking Drake’s hand into his. Drake released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“No more running?” Drake asked as their eyes locked and held. Lincoln nodded.
“No more running. I swear. I’m right where I want to be.
Chapter Six
Lincoln
Letting Drake pull him close, Lincoln sighed, lifting his arms and placing his hands on Drake’s waist, taking a moment to simply savor being this close to the man he loved.
The man I could have so easily lost.
He knew he had really put Drake through hell, pushing him away as he did and despite what Drake said, Lincoln swore to himself he would find a way to make up for it. He would get this right, and he would make Drake happy. Drake deserved that more than anyone else Lincoln had ever known and he wanted to tell him that now, to tell him again how much he loved him, but looking into those startling, emerald eyes, Lincoln lost all train of thought.
All he could do was feel.
“Are you ready for this, Linc? If you want to wait...”
“I think we’ve waited long enough. And I want this. I want you.”
“I’m all yours.”
Smiling, he pulled Drake to him, sliding his hands to lock together behind his back as Drake pressed eagerly against him. Lincoln lowered his mouth to capture the lips that had haunted his dreams in a teasing kiss.
Moaning, Lincoln deepened this kiss, sinking his tongue into Drake’s mouth, sliding his hands lower, pressing Drake against him until he could feel the heat of their combined erections through their pants. He could feel the desire building, every nerve felt electrified and on edge and he wanted more. At the same time, though, he wanted to take his time.
Smiling as Drake whispered his name against his lips, Lincoln pushed the younger man against the wall. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Drake’s neck, moving his hands between them, tongue and teeth teasing the sensitive skin beneath Drake’s ear even as he began unbuttoning his lover’s shirt.
“Linc...”
He lifted his head, worry in his eyes. “Too fast?”
“Are you kidding? I want you naked now. And that’s the problem.”
“Really? You sound a little impatient.”
“Are you going to tease me?”
“Maybe.
Drake smiled at that, the smile that Lincoln wanted to see every day for the rest of his life. His heart kicked, knowing he could have just what he wanted because Drake wanted the same thing. As hard as it was to believe, as much as he had feared it wouldn’t happen, he and Drake were together and Drake loved him, despite everything.
It was his dream come true and he wasn’t going to let it go.
“Linc? Everything okay?”
“Perfect. But you’re right. I think we’re both overdressed.”
“We should do something about that.”
Smiling, Drake quickly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off. Lincoln’s breath hitched as his gaze roamed greedily over the hard chest, the flat stomach, the golden skin that seemingly begged to be touched.
God, he’s more beautiful than I remembered.
“The rest. Take off the rest.”
“Demanding. Lucky for you, I like that.”
Lincoln stepped back, allowing him more space as he unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down his hips, to pool at his feet before he kicked them aside. Lincoln felt renewed desire rush through him, heating his blood like lava at the sight of Drake’s straining erection.
I was wrong. He’s more than beautiful.
Hair a mess, lips swollen, skin flushed, chest rising and falling with each deep breath, he was a sight to behold and Lincoln was mesmerized just looking at him. Drake smiled, tilting his head slightly as he watched Lincoln watching him.
“God, I love the way you’re looking at me.”
“And how am I looking at you?”
“Like you want to devour me.”
“You’d be right about that.” He stepped closer, but Drake held out a hand, shaking his head.
“I’d like to point out, sir, that you are still dressed and that doesn’t seem fair.”
“Are you saying you want me to strip?” Lincoln grinned, enjoying their teasing, knowing it was another sign they were comfortable together, comfortable with what they felt.
With a smile that could only be described as cunning, Drake slipped past him and Lincoln turned to watch the younger man walk across the room, casting a glance over his shoulder just before he casually sank down on the sofa, laying down with his head against a throw pillow, one foot planted on the floor, his other leg draped over the back of the sofa.
He was essentially spread-eagled, his cock rigid, the flesh strained, blue veins standing out vividly beneath the pale flesh.
Lincoln’s mouth felt suddenly dry as he watched Drake trail a hand down his chest, over his stomach, to wrap gently around his member.
“Drake...”
“I’m all naked and ready to have fun, Linc.”
“I can see that.”
“So why don’t you get your hot ass undressed and get over here and play with me?”
Knowing an invitation when he heard it, Lincoln walked to the edge of the sofa where he paused, not breaking eye contact with Drake as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, resisting his urge to just rip the damn thing off.
If Drake wanted to tease, Lincoln would gladly tease back.
“I can see I am going to have my hands full with you, Drake.”
“Would you have it any other way?”
“Not on your life,” Lincoln assured as he pushed the shirt from his shoulders, hands moving to his belt where he paused for a moment. “It might be a bad idea to purposely feed your ego, but I have to say you looked damn good.” He really couldn’t believe he had denied himself this for so long. It was beyond insane and he knew it, as Drake smiled, hand moving slowly up and down his cock, not using enough force to release his desire but just enough to add to the wanton image he made.
“Do I now?”
“As if I you have to ask.”
“I like hearing you say it.”
The admission made him smile again as he quickly shed his pants, sighing in relief when his desire-swollen cock was finally freed from its confines.
He watched Drake’s gaze slowly trail over him, the heat from his gaze almost as tangible as a physical touch. He felt his cock jerk in reaction, which made Drake smile.
“Linc...”
“Yes, Drake?”
He sighed almost dramatically. “Are you going to make me beg?”
Laughing, Lincoln shook his head. “Some other time, I just might, because that does sound like a lot of fun, but right now, I don’t have the strength to make you beg.”
“And why is that?”
“I want you too much to play that game.”
“Thank God.”
Walking to the sofa where Drake still rested,
Lincoln sank to his knees, leaning over Drake, taking a moment to run a hand through his hair, enjoying the way the silky strands wrapped around his fingers, soft and teasing.
“All kidding aside, I love you, Linc.”
“I love you, too. I’ll never believe I deserve you, but I do love you.”
“You deserve so much more than you realize and somehow, someway, I swear I will find a way to make you believe that.”
Having no doubt that Drake would indeed keep that promise, Lincoln leaned forward and kissed him, one hand still in his hair as the other moved down his chest, fingers brushing gently over his left nipple, the contact drawing a gasp.
Caught up in the passion, the thundering need, Lincoln eagerly kissed his way down Drake’s neck, to his chest, lips following the path of his hands.
“Linc...”
He smiled against the warm skin as Drake tangled a hand in his hair, gasps and whispers urging him on, fueling his desire.
Scraping his teeth over one nipple, he licked at the nub, drawing another cry from Drake as his back arched again and Lincoln moved one hand lower, to rest on Drake’s rigid stomach, fingers gently teasing the warm skin.
“I’ve spent a year and a half haunted by the memory of this.” Lincoln lifted his head to look into Drake’s desire filled green eyes. “Do you have any idea how badly I want you? How badly I want to take my time and taste every damn inch of you? Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve woke up so hard it hurt, calling out your name and hating myself because you weren’t there?”
“I… I’m here now and I… God, Lincoln, I’ve been insane wanting this again...”
“Wanting what? Tell me what you want, Drake. Let me hear you say it.”
“You…you touching me...”
“How? Tell me what you want.”
Drake groaned. “I thought you said no making me beg this time.”
“Oh, you don’t have to beg, but I want to hear you say it. Please...” His hand inched lower and Drake shivered in anticipation.
“I want you…all of you...”
“Drake...”
“Damn… Suck me, Linc. Please. Damn it!”
Chuckling, basking in the knowledge, the amazing knowledge, that this beautiful man wanted him, Lincoln couldn’t resist giving him what he wanted.
What I want, too.
“Since you asked so nicely...”
Wrapping one hand around the base of Drake’s straining cock, he lowered his mouth, taking the bulging head gently between his lips, slowly flicking out his tongue as Drake called his name in a strangled cry.
Humming, he slowly, teasingly opened his mouth wider, taking more into his mouth, savoring the feel and the taste as Drake reached down to tangle a hand in his hair.
“God… Linc...”
Smiling again, Lincoln pulled back and Drake half whimpered, but gasped again when Lincoln shifted his position to slowly lick the underside while carefully massaging his balls in one hand, before eagerly turning his full attention to them.
Intent on pushing Drake to the edge, he licked and sucked and teased until Drake called his name again. Lincoln again slowly licked the rigid cock, before taking the straining shaft deep into his mouth.
Allowing Drake’s body to dictate his actions, he paid attention to each gasp, each arch, sucking and licking until Drake’s strangled voice called out to him.
“Linc… I’m about to…to...”
His words faded into a wordless scream as Drake came, hand still tangled in Lincoln’s hair, his body convulsing in pleasure.
It was the most incredible sight Lincoln had ever seen.
Chapter Seven
Drake
“God...”
“Enjoyed that, did you?”
Opening his eyes, Drake smiled to find Lincoln leaning over him, cheeks flushed, full lips a wonderful shade of red while desire danced lively in his golden gaze.
“I think the earth shattering orgasm is a good indication I enjoyed it.”
Lincoln shrugged, dropping a quick kiss to his lips that wasn’t nearly enough for Drake, who sat up, looping both arms around Lincoln’s neck.
How did we survive without this for so long?
“Y’know, I happen to have an enormous bed in the other room...”
“Is that so?”
“And I think I owe you an earth shattering orgasm,” Drake teased with a smile.
“Well, I suppose one good turn deserves another.”
“And another and another...”
Lincoln opened his mouth to respond, but Drake took the opportunity to lean in for a kiss, easily sliding his tongue into Lincoln’s mouth, tasting hints of himself there and it renewed his desire. He knew he would never get enough of this, never get nearly enough of Lincoln. He was completely addicted to this man and what it meant to be in his arms.
Sliding from the sofa as Lincoln stood, Drake didn’t break the kiss, his hands roaming down Lincoln’s back to grip his ass possessively.
“Drake...”
“Bedroom?”
“Now.”
Melting back into another kiss, they stumbled back, nearly tripping twice, before they staggered into the bedroom and Drake walked them to the bed. Arms and legs tangled, they fell together onto the hunter green spread.
Lincoln rolled to his back and Drake straddled him, sitting up to smile down at the man pinned beneath him.
God, he’s perfect. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
Smiling, as Lincoln’s hands came to rest on his waist, Drake brushed the hair back from his lover’s face, fingers caressing his cheek tenderly.
“You’re looking very serious suddenly.”
“Just thinking.”
“Now is hardly a time for deep thoughts.” He smiled and Drake grinned and shook his head.
“I was just thinking that I… I never thought I would have this again with you.”
“I’m sorry I made this so difficult...”
“Don’t be sorry. Just know I don’t plan on letting you go.”
“Promise?”
In answer, Drake leaned down and kissed him, long and hard, pouring all he felt into the kiss, holding nothing back.
Moaning at the feel of Lincoln’s strong hands moving up his back and down again, Drake broke the kiss, deciding to put his lips to another use.
“Drake…”
“Payback.”
He heard Lincoln laugh, then gasp, when his lips teased over his nipples while he moved his hands lower. He kissed his way down his lover’s perfect chest. Lincoln’s body was unbelievable. Every inch of it was glorious, the hard muscles and hot, smooth skin. He adored the little gasps and groans that told him Lincoln was enjoying what he was doing as much as Drake enjoyed doing it.
Moving lower, Drake took his time trailing his mouth over Lincoln’s stomach, nipping and licking as the older man sighed his name.
“So many, many things I want to do to you and with you.”
“Drake...”
“But for now...” He lifted his head. “Tell me what you want.” He wanted to take things as fast or slow as Lincoln was comfortable with, but Lincoln only smiled.
“Anything. Everything.”
“Linc...”
He lifted a hand, brushing his fingers through Drake’s hair. “I know what you’re thinking. I know you’re worried, but you don’t have to be.”
“Are you sure? Is there anything I shouldn’t do?”
“Well, you shouldn’t have stopped what you were doing.”
“Now who sounds impatient?”
“That’s because I am impatient,” Lincoln admitted with a grin.
Drake grinned back, before kissing him again and as their tongues met in a familiar but erotic dance, all thought faded. He could only focus on his desire and his longing to please the man he loved, the man he knew he would never be without again.
“I love touching you...”
“God, Drake...”
He shifted until h
e was kneeling between Lincoln’s spread legs and he looked up to smile again into those remarkable golden eyes.
I could get lost in those eyes.
Looking back down, he took a moment to openly admire the rigid, cock, his hand reaching out to wrap gently around the base.
Lincoln’s hiss and the arching of his back told Drake all he needed to know.
Leaning down, he licked the underside of the shaft, teasing Lincoln in the same fashion Lincoln had teased him and loving every moment of it.
“Drake...”
In answer, Drake repeated the action, slowly, before laving Lincoln’s balls with his tongue, hand still holding his penis, moving up and down at an agonizingly leisurely pace that had Lincoln gasping, his fingers tangling in the spread.
“Know what I want, Linc?”
“To drive me crazy?”
“Well, yeah. But what I really want is what we did last time.”
It took some obvious effort, but Lincoln opened his eyes slowly. “Last time...”
“You do remember last time, don’t you, Linc?”
“Every detail.”
“So what do you think? Think I can have that again? Think you’d be willing to put this incredible cock inside of me, because I really, really loved how it felt to have you buried inside of me when you came.”
“You sure?”
“I’ve been dreaming about it for a year and a half.”
Sitting up, Lincoln smiled, sliding his hands up Drake’s arms to rest on his shoulders. “You have what we need?”
“Nightstand. Top drawer. I’ll get it...”
“Nope. You lie down. Let me get it.”
Willing to comply with that, Drake crawled to the center of the bed and lay down on his back, head resting against the pillows.
Lincoln moved to the edge of the bed, opened the drawer and pulled out an unopened tube of lubricant and a new box of condoms. Dropping both onto the bed, he turned back to Drake, grinning and shaking his head.
“You’re incorrigible, Drake.”
“I know. It’s part of my undeniable charm.”
“I have to agree with you there.”
Stretching out beside him, Lincoln leaned in for a kiss and Drake eagerly returned it, hands tangling in his hair, urging him closer, needing and waning more.
