“Yeah.” Wes helped him out, pulling the shirt off, leaving them with him in his jeans and Dustin in his pajama pants. “We’re gonna get all filthy, rolling around on your floor. Want your bed.”
It wasn’t a question as much as an admission—they both knew where this thing was heading, sanity be damned.
Chapter Twenty-Three
They made their way to Dustin’s room, stopping every few feet to kiss and touch. If they separated for more than ten seconds, Wes’s lips and skin seemed to rebel, requiring him to pull Dustin closer for another embrace. The saner part of Wes knew this was crazy. Hell, even just coming here was stupid. He’d parked a mile away, wore all black, but he was still taking a risk. Staying was even more insane, but hell if he had it in him to leave. Not yet.
“My turn.” Dustin shoved Wes onto the bed, then knelt in front of him.
“Your turn for what?” Wes played dumb, trying to pull Dustin up next to him. But damn, he really was a heavy fucker.
“This.” Dustin’s hands went to Wes’s fly. “You never let me explore. Why is that?”
“Don’t like losing control,” Wes admitted. “You need me in control. Control you. Control the scene. Control myself. It’s what you need from me—”
“That what you think? You think I need some sort of perfect dominant?” Dustin shook his head.
“You gotta admit, kink is what drew us together.” God, airing these thoughts and worries was almost harder than confronting Dustin about his leaving the navy—at least then he’d had anger on his side, shielding him from this raw, exposed feeling.
“Sure,” Dustin agreed. “Maybe at first. But it’s not all of us, or all of what I want—need—from you. I need you. Not some dom fantasy. Not the kink.”
“The kink’s pretty awesome though, right?” Wes took a shaky breath, not ready to deal with the gravity of Dustin’s words. Or actions. Didn’t matter what Dustin said, he was leaving the service because of him. For him. For them. Whatever. Wes was all kinds of wrapped up in that decision, and he still wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about it.
“Very.” Dustin nipped at his lip. “But you’re not listening. I’m here for you—not the guy who can tie me up and boss me around. That’s part of it, sure. But I want all of you. All of us.”
There can’t be an us. Wes needed to remind him that, but he couldn’t bring himself to snap the ugly words out. For right now, for however much longer, he wanted to pretend. So he nodded.
“Let me?” Dustin reached again for Wes’s zipper, and this time he didn’t bat his hands away. Helped even, shimmying out of his jeans while Dustin stripped off his flannel pants.
“This is what I want.” Naked now, Dustin stretched out next to him on the bed, pulled Wes close. “We can be extra-super kinky later.”
There might not be a later. Wes’s throat closed around the words. “You’ll owe me,” he ground out instead.
“Is it so awful?” Dustin asked, coasting his hands down Wes’s sides. “Being touched?”
“No, not awful.” Terrible. Lovely. Aching. He leaned into the touch, soaking it up like sunshine in January. He’d store all this up. Didn’t matter how hard tenderness was for him, he wanted it all tonight, wanted every last sweet thing Dustin needed to give him.
Hands continuing to roam, Dustin kissed him, softly with the sort of possessiveness Wes usually reserved for himself, but he let Dustin get away with it. Just this once.
Eventually, Dustin’s lips found new territory to explore, kissing Wes’s neck, skating over the stubble on his jaw because he’d kept forgetting to shave while Sam was in the hospital. He kissed Wes’s collarbones making Wes’s eyes squish shut, unable to hold all his emotions back watching Dustin treat him so carefully.
Experimentally, Dustin licked at one of Wes’s nipples, and he laughed, relieved to have an excuse. “Ticklish. And not nearly the hot spot for me that they are for you.”
“Darn.” Dustin grinned up at him. “I’ll just have to find something else to lick.”
“I’m not sure...” Wes started as Dustin kissed a determined path down his stomach, heading straight for Wes’s dick which bobbed against his stomach, far more eager than the rest of him.
“I am.” Dustin stroked Wes’s cock, grip surprisingly gentle. “Never done this before, so you’ll get to tell me all the ways I’m doing it wrong and get your bossy freak on while I have fun. Win-win.”
“Something tells me you’re going to be a natural,” Wes groaned as Dustin dipped his head, tongue tracing Wes’s crown. “I’d tell you to do what you like, but you are not tying me up, and my balls aren’t nearly the pain sluts that yours are.”
“Let’s see how long you can keep being a smart ass with your dick in my mouth.” No more warning than that, Dustin took him deep, deeper than Wes could have with no practice, that was for damn sure.