I gritted my teeth when he grabbed my ass, but it was no use. He pulled me against him and it felt like every muscle in my body turned to liquid heat. The pressure built in my balls and the base of my cock until my entire body felt like nothing but fuel for the gathering orgasm. I squeezed us harder and Felix cried out. I felt him come against my cock, hard flesh jerking wildly and wet heat suddenly slicking our strokes.
He made tiny, sweet gasps of “Oh, oh, oh” as he came, and I was gone as I watched his face, lost in his pleasure. My orgasm swept through me like wildfire, an almost painful pleasure that felt torn from me. I jerked hard, emptying myself over my hand, Felix’s dick, and his stomach. He whimpered at the hot spatter and then moaned, and I heard myself groaning as if from the depths of my being. I came so hard I saw spots behind my closed eyes, and when I thought I was done, wrung dry, Felix gave a tiny whimper and ran his finger over the tip of my cock and I found myself pulsing again, one last painful jolt of shuddering ecstasy that took me apart.
I hadn’t realized I’d collapsed onto Felix until I felt his arms come around my back. We were both still wearing shirts, our jeans around our thighs, sticky with come and sweat. Felix held onto me with a fierce grip, and he was seeking my mouth with his, nuzzling at me like a small animal.
I pressed my lips to his and was rewarded with a sweet, wet kiss and a thoroughly satisfied moan. I was worried I’d crush him, so I scooped him up and rolled us on the couch, letting him settle on top of me. We kissed lazily for a few minutes, and I stroked his hair with the hand that wasn’t covered in our come. Felix pressed soft, sweet kisses to my cheek and jaw, then with a sigh, slumped against me and nuzzled at my neck.
“Damn,” he said softly.
I nodded. I didn’t want this moment to end. I didn’t want to slide back into my head or look around my empty apartment that felt so much emptier in Felix’s wake. I wanted that peace—the after-football-practice peace of being only a body.
But Felix was probably uncomfortably sticky, and I knew I should get up and get him a wet towel. As I slid back to reality, I registered that we’d never shut the TV off, so Secaucus Psychic was playing softly in the background. Felix seemed to come to awareness of that at almost the same moment, because on the show Jackie said, “Isn’t that something!?” and Felix huffed a laugh as if in agreement.
I sat up, which lifted Felix off me. He looked disappointed, so I kissed his mouth before I stood up.
In the bathroom, I cleaned up and got my pants back in order. I waited to look in the mirror until the last moment. The man staring back at me had the same height and broad shoulders, the same thick neck and shaved head. He had the same high cheekbones and straight, broad nose. But his blue eyes looked softer than they usually did, and his lips weren’t set in a grim line. They looked tenderized with kisses and the sounds Felix Rainey made when he came. The soft hitching breaths that said he felt good. That I had made him feel good.
I stared at myself and realized that I wasn’t looking at Huey. I was looking at Dane. Felix’s Dane, who gave soft kisses and lingering hugs and twined fingers through hair and touched faces and wanted, wanted, wanted so fucking badly to keep being allowed to do those things.
I took the damp towel out to Felix. He looked nervous, vulnerable, young. And so damn beautiful.
“Okay?” I asked, handing him the towel.
He nodded but looked dazed. I sat next to him and put my arm over his shoulders as he cleaned himself off. The moment I touched him, he relaxed and leaned into me, and I realized he’d been nervous that I might want nothing to do with him as soon as we were done having sex.
I took the towel from him and tossed it into the laundry hamper in my room. When I came back out Felix had his shoes on.
“I should get home,” he said regretfully. “I have to work in the morning.”
I nodded, even though all I wanted was to feel him in my arms, a slight warm weight beside me, all night. I walked him downstairs again, and this time he threw his arms around me and held on tight before he left. He buried his face in my shoulder and I could feel his reluctance to leave. And goddamn, it about broke my heart to send him out into the dark night.