“Fuck, babe. We should have just gone home,” Rowe sighed over his head.
“Couldn’t. We have to pick up dog food on the way home tonight,” Noah replied, kissing around the base of his cock.
Rowe started to make a whiny noise, but it was instantly cut off by Noah sliding Rowe’s hard cock all the way to the back of his throat. Noah could completely agree. He’d much rather be stretched out in bed, naked with Rowe as they fucked each other’s brains out, but he could make this good too. Enough to hold them over until they were finally home again.
He flattened his tongue, sliding it along that silky shaft, loving the feel and weight of Rowe in his mouth. Fingers tangled in his long, curly hair. They tightened, holding him in place so Rowe could shove his cock deeper. Noah relaxed his jaw, taking him down until he could feel the rough, curly hairs brushing against his lips. Rowe’s breathing picked up and he started making shallow thrusts, nearly gagging him, but instantly backing off again so he could breathe. Fuck, he loved when Rowe got lost in the moment, taking his pleasure. Noah would gladly give up breathing and hand himself over to Rowe to be used however he wanted if it meant Rowe was happy.
Noah’s dick throbbed in his open pants, demanding attention. But not yet. He wanted to feel and hear Rowe come first.
His hands fisted and he suddenly remembered that he was holding the bottle of lube in his right. Still sliding up and down Rowe’s cock, he opened the bottle and squirted some lube on his fingers, not caring what kind of a mess he might be making. Lifting his slicked fingers, he reached behind Rowe and pressed them between his ass cheeks, carefully massaging his hole. Rowe’s thrusts increased and he swore loudly. Rowe loved ass play. His dick swelled in his mouth, becoming even harder. Noah pressed two fingers inside of Rowe, stretching him while swirling his tongue around the head of his cock.
Rowe shouted almost instantly, coming hard down Noah’s throat. Noah got a hint of the salty flavor on his tongue before he swallowed it, loving the way Rowe’s entire body trembled against him.
With a loud grunt, Rowe pulled out of Noah’s mouth. “Stand up,” Rowe ordered, his voice low and rough. “Your turn.”
Noah didn’t question it. He carefully pulled his fingers free of Rowe’s body and pushed to his feet, ignoring the protest of his knees, while Rowe dropped to his knees in front of him. He watched while Rowe ripped his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. The stunning redhead stared up at him with lazy, blissed-out green eyes and Noah took in his wide, muscled chest. Across one pec and along his shoulder was a swirling black tattoo.
Noah grabbed his dick with lube still on his hand and stroked himself, admiring the man’s flat stomach and the thick cock that was softer now in the cradle of his open jeans. Everything about the man kneeling before him was so fucking sexy and perfect. Rowe was made for him.
“Come on, babe. I wanna see it. Wanna feel it.”
Rowe’s low, guttural tone went straight to his fucking balls. There was no stopping the orgasm. He’d been close already, but Rowe shoved him straight over the edge. He gasped as he came hard, shooting across his lover’s chest and face. Marking. Claiming him all over again.
Pleasure streaked through Noah’s body, leaving him swaying on his feet. He carefully kneeled down and kissed Rowe hard, tasting himself and the man he loved so much together on his tongue. So fucking perfect.
Rowe hummed softly against his lips. “I think we somehow did this wrong.”
“Feels pretty damn right to me.”
“Yeah, but you sucked me off, and I’m the one who needs a shower.”
Noah pulled back a little to look in Rowe’s eyes. The lines of worry and fatigue he’d seen there earlier were completely gone. He once again looked as if he was happy. At peace. That was what Noah worked so hard to maintain in Rowe’s life. Through all the chaos and insanity, he wanted to offer Rowe that little center of peace and joy.
“Just a couple more hours and then we’ll be home. We can keep trying this until we get it right.”
“That’s a date.”Chapter ThreeNoah stretched. Bones creaked and muscles burned. There was a wonderful tissue-deep ache that reached straight down to his soul. And it was fucking fantastic.
He lay with his head at the foot of the bed and his toes tucked under the pillows. Goose bumps broke out across his skin as the sweat started to cool under the breeze created by the lazy spin of the ceiling fan. There was still a throb from the deep bite Rowe had taken on his shoulder, and he smiled at the idea of the bruise that would likely form.