Christian smiled, but it was a naughty, seductive smile that had Shea’s cock throbbing in his pants. “You’ll just have to find out, now won’t you?”
Shea swallowed hard. “You are going to make me come in my jeans, Chris.”
“Then I suggest you hurry the hell up and get us home,” Christian murmured.
“Hell-to-the-fucking-yeah!” Shea whooped and peeled out of the parking lot with a laughing Christian clinging to the “Oh shit” handle.
Christian laid on his side, half of his body covering Shea’s, his head on Shea’s shoulder, after a fan-fucking-tastic couple of rounds of sex. He felt content and oh so happy being in the arms of the one man that he loved above all else. He still couldn’t believe that Shea was his boyfriend. It was a dream come true, something he never expected to happen in a million years. But here they were, bodies tangled together, naked and sweaty, and Shea was in love with him.
“Pinch me,” Christian whispered.
“What? Why?” Shea chuckled.
“Cause I swear I’m dreaming. This can’t really be happening.” He breathed, spreading his hand out over Shea’s heart to feel it beat…thump-thump…thump-thump.
“Oh, it’s fucking real, baby,” Shea assured him and pinched his ass.
Christian squirmed and chuckled. “Alright, it’s real!”
Shea turned his head and kissed Christian on the forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’m so glad that I kissed you at Sebastian’s wedding.” Shea chuckled.
Christian laughed. “Yeah, me, too.”
“It wasn’t the first time I’ve thought about kissing you, you know,” Shea admitted quietly.
“Is that so?” Christian smirked.
“I’ve been attracted to you for years but was always too much of a bitch to do anything about it. I tried to tell myself that it was only because we were so close; I mean I was straight, right? But now…now I know that I was never straight - most likely bi, but definitely not straight.”
Christian smiled, loving everything about what Shea just admitted and climbed on top of him while kissing him. Shea moaned and slipped his hands up Christian’s thighs and around to cup his ass. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” Shea murmured against Christian’s lips.
“It’s you that I can’t get enough of.” Christian breathed, kissing Shea more fervently.
Shea hardened under him as they kissed and touched. Christian reached back and lifted Shea’s cock so that he could lower himself onto it. He didn’t need any more lube, they were both still slicked up from the two previous rounds. Shea gasped and gripped Christian’s hips as he started to move above him. This was their first time in this position; it had always been one of Christian’s favorites, though.
Christian pushed up and braced his hands on Shea’s chest. Shea was digging his head back into his pillow as he panted and trembled under Christian. His eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth bore tightly.
“Oh my fucking god…you feel so fucking good…” Shea panted, his fingers digging into Christian’s hips so hard that he was probably going to leave bruises.
Christian removed one hand from Shea’s chest so he could jerk himself off while he rode Shea. Shea must have wondered where Christian’s hand went because he opened his eyes and lifted his head to look. Christian moaned, loving the fact that Shea was watching him.
“Lean back,” Shea commanded, bringing a hand up to push on Christian’s chest.
Christian did as Shea asked, leaning back and putting his hand on Shea’s thighs for support before continuing to ride him.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Shea growled.
He wrapped his hand around Christian’s shaft, which was jutting straight up and standing proud now that he was leaning back, and started to stroke him. Christian gasped at how good Shea’s calloused hand felt stroking him and let his head fall back on his shoulders.
“Jesus, do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” Shea rasped.
Christian couldn’t respond. His body was on fire and the only thing that came out of his mouth was a strangled cry as he came. Shea followed with a guttural shout. Christian collapsed forward onto Shea, tucked his face in his neck, while Shea wrapped his arms around him, and stroked the back of his head.
“Damn, I love you.” Shea panted.
“I love you, too.”
~Chapter 7~
Christian sat in the passenger seat of Shea’s truck as they drove to Henry’s house for Michael and Adalyn’s first birthday party. Henry was throwing a big pool party/barbeque with their family, Claire’s father, and Raelynn’s family. Christian and Shea were going on their fifth month together and everything was going great. Shea was completely moved into Christian’s house. He was able to sell his house fairly quickly since it was in such good shape and in a desirable area. And no one - other than Margot - knew that Christian was gay, or had any idea that he and Shea were more than best friends. If they did, no one let on that they knew.