His Hart's Command (Nothing Special 6)

“Evening.” Free jerked slightly at the sound of Hart’s deep voice. “Damn. That bed’s never looked better.”

“Then come join me.” Free set his book down.

“Oh, I plan to.” Hart went into his walk-in closet and started removing his clothes. He managed to only spend about twenty minutes in the bathroom before he came out. Hart tossed his towel across the footboard of his bed, then climbed in on the right side.

“Am I on the side you usually sleep on?” Free asked. He set his book on the nightstand and turned toward his boyfriend. He smelled like that aftershave. Free inched closer to Hart’s naked body.

“No. I kinda sleep in the middle. Which I still am.” Hart held his arm out and Free settled nicely onto his chest.

“Do you always sleep naked?” Free leaned in and kissed him.

“I do now.” Hart moaned, dipping his tongue inside at their first kiss since early this morning. Hart’s groan reverberated through Free’s chest, mixing with his own sounds of pleasure. He’d been waiting on this all day.

Hart touched him like he was a precious flower. So soft and caring. He gazed at him as if he flung the stars in the sky and controlled their orbits. Hart’s thick cock nudged at his hip, but they didn’t do anything about it. There was no desperation like last night, realizing he had as much time as he wanted.

Hart brought their kisses to a crawl, talking to him in between tastes. “Did you eat dinner?”

Free licked his lips, stroking his fingers through Hart’s beard. “Yeah, I did. I had, um…um.” Free kept rubbing, “Um.”

“What?” Hart laughed. He looked so pleased when Free got lost in his beard.

Free shook his head. “I ate the last of the curry chicken. I threw out the rest of it, figuring we were done with that. Did you help God with what he needed tonight?”

“Yeah. He’s fine.” Hart stretched then turned them onto their sides.

“You sound tired.” Free kissed Hart’s chest, then placed his cheek on the dense hair over his pecs.

“A little. That meeting with the Chief was brutal today.” Hart yawned again. “Oh man. Sorry.”

Free peppered kisses along Hart’s sternum, enjoying the purr of pleasure that vibrated his lips. “You’re not a machine. I can imagine today was difficult. Thank you for sticking up for us today, and not getting us all fired. I would’ve felt like shit.”

“You’re welcome.” Hart’s voice was husky and trailing off as he drifted to sleep. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“I know.” Free nestled into Hart’s pit, a place he’d become quite familiar and comfortable with. “Get some rest.”

“Night, baby,” Hart mumbled, already sounding as if he was asleep.

Hart

Hart woke up feeling rested, warm, comfortable…and extremely horny. The more he came awake and aware of his position, the harder he got—until he was impossibly hard. Unnngh, shit. Free was curled around him like a snake. His handsome face buried against the side of his chest, one arm and leg slung across his body and clenched tightly, like a constrictor. Free moaned and shifted his hips, his thigh brushing Hart’s dick.

His smile was as lazy as he felt. Hart spread his legs a little wider, giving his balls more room to breathe. They were heavy between his thighs, ready to spill. He lightly touched his fingertips to Free’s warm skin and ran them down his spine. God, he’s beautiful. Free squirmed—tormenting him—then turned over, nestling his ass right where Hart wanted it.

Hart chased him. He folded his body over Free’s, cradling his cock in those soft cheeks. Free moaned as if he was having a wet dream—his eyes still closed—and inched back against him. Hart’s eyes fluttered closed. It was almost six, still a lot of darkness outside his window, mixed with the oranges and splotches of light blue. Dawn was approaching—his favorite time of day.

Hart kissed the side of Free’s face, then down his scratchy jaw to his throat. Whether consciously or not, Free inclined his head and pressed his ass back even more. Hart groaned and gripped Free’s hips, holding him right there while he languidly thrust into him. It wasn’t long before his cock started to leak, slicking his way. And Free was fully awake now.

Hart took his time and rubbed Free’s shoulders, his chest, his stomach, then down his abs until he got to his cock. He brushed his knuckles over it, and Free shuddered against him. Hart wrapped his fist around Free’s dick and gave it a long, slow pull, squeezing a little tighter when he got to the head. Free ground his ass into him, shallow-fucking his fist, too. Hart pumped his boyfriend’s hardness the same way he worked his hips. Nice and easy.

Free broke their head to toe contact when he reached into the nightstand for the lube. Neither of them had said anything yet. Just letting their touches and desperate breathing do the talking. He heard the cap, then Free made some room between them to fit his hand behind him. The motion his body made as he prepped himself had Hart thinking such nasty thoughts—like wanting his own fingers stretching Free’s hole. He easily took over, moving Free’s hand. Free added more lube to Hart’s dick while he opened him.