Shane pulled up Rafa’s head, fingers tight in his hair. As he kissed him, he began rocking back and forth with little pushes of his hips. “So tight, Raf. You feel so good.”
“Do I?” Rafa asked before he could stop himself.
Shane’s thrusts slowed and he caressed Rafa’s cheek. “Amazing. Even better than I imagined. You doing okay?”
Rafa nodded vigorously. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, I won’t. Gonna fill you until it’s dripping out.” Shane thrust a little harder, groaning. “Gonna make you mine.”
“No one else’s. Not ever.” Rafa grabbed Shane’s head and kissed him hard, their teeth clashing. “Fill me up.” It still hurt, and he knew Shane was holding back, but as Shane wrapped a hand around Rafa’s cock, it all became pure pleasure, white hot as Shane jerked him and fucked his ass.
Rafa’s feet were in the air over Shane’s broad shoulders, and he loved the feeling of Shane on top of him, bending him in half until he could hardly breathe, their damp skin sticking and rubbing together. Taking him, but giving so much at the same time.
Shane thrust against a spot that had to be Rafa’s swollen prostate, and Rafa cried out as his cock jerked. “There,” he moaned. “Please.”
Shane brushed against it again, stroking Rafa’s shaft faster. “That’s it. Wanna see you come with my cock raw inside you. Never fucked anyone like this before. Only you.”
His balls tightened, and the orgasm rushed through Rafa, breaking over him like a wave on a reef. He cried out and sprayed his chest, Shane milking him. Shane panted, grunting as he planted his hands on the mattress beside Rafa’s head, his hips slapping against Rafa’s ass as he fucked him.
“Come on,” Rafa muttered, running his hands up to Shane’s shoulders and over his back. “Need it. Need it all. I love you so much.”
Lips parted, Shane came, jerking and shuddering and spilling deep inside Rafa, wet and hot. Rafa managed to get his rubbery legs down around Shane’s back, and he held him there as Shane relaxed on top of him, his mouth open on Rafa’s collarbone, breath puffing in short blasts as his cock softened.
“Fuck,” Shane mumbled. “Rafa.” He pressed kisses to Rafa’s skin. “You’re amazing.”
His face heated with a fresh blush. “You did all the work.”
Lifting his head, Shane smiled so tenderly as he brushed back Rafa’s curls. “What am I going to have to do to get you to take a compliment?”
“I don’t know. I guess you could fuck me again and see what happens.”
Groaning, Shane pushed himself up, gently easing his cock out of Rafa and reaching for the towel. “I’m an old man, remember? Forty now. Gotta give me a few minutes here at least.”
Laughing, Rafa lifted his leg and let Shane clean him. It was strange how not embarrassed he felt as Shane caressed his hole with his fingers after wiping down his chest, inner thighs, and ass.
“Doesn’t hurt too much?”
He shook his head. “I can feel it, but…I like it. Always wondered what it would feel like to be really fucked.”
“And?” Shane raised an eyebrow, rubbing his palm over Rafa’s ass.
Rafa grinned. “Feels spectacular.”
Shane stretched out beside him. The sun beamed through the windows, and Rafa sighed contentedly as Shane propped his head on his hand and traced his fingers over Rafa’s belly. To just be together without having to look over their shoulders was wonderful. Rafa leaned up and kissed him lightly just because he could.
A smile played on Shane’s lips. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
“Me either.” Rafa shook his head. “All these months I wished I could at least call you. But I didn’t want to screw up things for you at work.” He brushed his hand over the fuzz of Shane’s close-cropped hair. “Are you really ready to move halfway around the world with me?”
Shane didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“You haven’t liked being back here?”
“It’s not that.” He was quiet for a few moments as he swirled his finger around Rafa’s bellybutton. “Coming back was something I had to do. Reconnect with old friends. Surf again. Just…be home, even if it’s not home anymore.” He went silent, and his voice was barely more than a whisper when he spoke again. “It took me a month to get up the nerve to go back to my old street. Drive up to the house. But of course it’s not our house at all anymore. It has the same number—eighty-three—but the fire destroyed ours. It was just a pile of black wreckage. The newly built house there now doesn’t look a thing like the place I knew.” He drew circles on Rafa’s skin. “I think I had to come back so it wouldn’t have power over me anymore. I was so afraid of this place for a long time. But now I can move on. Find a new home.”