Page 52 of Curious

Jeremy was powering into him, deep and hard the way he knew Owen needed it. The way he needed it. He looked into those blue eyes and watched Owen’s face transform as sensation overwhelmed him. “You love it. Love me. You can’t get enough.”

Owen’s head was pressing back hard on the pillow beneath him. “I’ll never get enough. Christ, like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Jeremy. I love it. Love you. God knows I do.”

Jeremy felt the red haze of need pull him under as he started to lose control. He was so close. He never wanted to stop but he was so damn close... “Owen!”

He pumped his hips as the scalding jets of his climax filled the ass beneath him. Owen was muttering his name and moaning for him but all Jeremy could do was let the waves wash over him, his body shuddering. “So good.”

It took a few minutes to recover, but then he kissed Owen again, pulling out gently and rolling off the bed to grab a wet washcloth from the bathroom. He came back and slid the cloth over his lover’s body tenderly. “Your turn for aftercare. Damn, you are a perfect specimen, Owen Finn. I want to draw you like this.”

Owen chuckled. “Well it’s not an explosion, but you’d probably sell more copies because, yes, I am that attractive.”

He used the cloth to snap him on his hip and Owen yelped and then scowled. “What did you want me to say? Do it, Jeremy? Draw me like one of your French gi—”

When Jeremy covered his mouth with a hand, Owen’s eyes sparkled with laughter.

He couldn’t help but smile in return. “And now the moment is ruined.” Owen licked his palm and Jeremy lifted his hand with a sigh. “What?”

“If you untie me, I’ll go make us some breakfast to celebrate our first successful round of make-up sex.”

He reached up to untangle the knot of his suspenders. “The first round?”

Owen nodded. “I know neither of us has actually been in a relationship before, but I’ve heard from people who have that make-up sex is vital. I also think it doesn’t count as an actual cessation of hostilities unless you do it three times.”

“You’re just making things up now.” He released Owen’s wrists and rubbed his arms gently. “How do you feel? How’s your hand?”

Owen grimaced. “I think I could use that ice.”

Jeremy leaned over to kiss his knuckles. “How about we get ice on that and I make breakfast?”

Owen slid off the bed and into Jeremy’s arms. “You like taking care of me, don’t you? See how nice it is when you let someone stick around?”

“I see.” Jeremy nodded. “I’m glad you don’t take no for an answer.”

Owen smiled, looking pleased. “Is it too late for naked Xbox?”

Jeremy sighed and shook his head. Some things hadn’t changed. “Sports or swords?”

He felt a hand grip his stirring erection and shivered.

“Swords,” Owen declared with a challenging grin. “And to the victor goes the paddle.”

Jeremy smiled back at him, wondering how quickly he could throw the game.

Welcome home, Owen Finn.

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