Page 77 of Someone Like You

“Your wish is my command,” Ian whispered before drawing him into a heated kiss that ended with Phil up against the cold tiles of the shower and Ian on top of him, their soaked underwear a frustrating barrier between them as they ground against one another, desperate for friction. Ian’s size and assertive energy were a whole new sensorial experience. Phil let go of all control and abandoned himself to him, trusting every gesture, every caress, letting Ian lather him and rub him all over in between kisses that went from tender to hungry to tender and idle again.

It was blatant that Ian was used to leading the game, but it was just as obvious he was also used to being mindful of his partners’ cues, because none of Phil’s reactions, not even the most subtle, went unnoticed or ignored: if there was the barest trace of discomfort in the way he squirmed, Ian would readily redirect his attention to a different spot, recalibrate the pressure of his body, pause whatever he was doing to allow Phil to adjust to every new, overwhelming sensation. His skin burned everywhere Ian kissed him, but that burn was only fueling the maddening arousal pulsing in his veins. He was so hard by now he couldn’t even think straight.

Everywhere he groped, plump, sturdy muscles filled his palms, pushing his heart rate higher with the increasing desire. Having Ian’s massive frame moulded all over him made his body crave things it’d never craved before, and Phil could only arch, grasp, moan, and beg, barely aware of his surroundings.

A whimper of protest grazed up his throat when Ian’s mouth left one of his nipples to suck its way up to his ear to whisper: “Just say stop and I’ll stop.”

Phil didn’t understand at first. Most of his blood was pooled very far from his brain, leaving his mind foggy and unreceptive. A spark of awareness hit him when Ian sank down to one knee and, locking eyes with him, carefully tugged his briefs down, then a sudden shock of pleasure blanked out his vision, and from there on everything became a delicious, mind-blowing agony.

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When his senses came back to him, he was in Ian’s arms, wrapped up in a towel that felt unbearably coarse in spots he was still overwhelmingly sensitive. He was floating on a cloud of bliss, ripples of the fading climax still washing through him. He was eased down on a soft surface that it took him a moment to identify as Ian’s bed, heaving like he’d run a fifty-mile marathon and just as boneless. The mattress sank next to him. Squinting at the ceiling, drowsy and still vaguely disoriented, he could feel the heat of Ian’s presence at his side, grounding and reassuring.

It would’ve been a lie to say he’d missed this — the touching and the physical pleasure and the sex in general —, but he felt good.Really good. Like the suffocating noose he’d been carrying around his neck for so long had loosened dramatically.

“Jesusfuck,” he panted, his limbs so limp he could hardly move. “Where did you learn to dothat?”

The low rumble of Ian’s chortle vibrated all around him. “A girl taught me.”

“Seriously?”

“Aye. The things she could do with that mouth…”

Phil turned his head towards him, laughing. “I gotta learn some tricks or the competition’s gonna squash me. Although…” His laugh became a soft puff. “Not gonna lie, being a pillow princess is kinda awesome. A guy could get used to it.”

Ian laughed, too, eyes twinkling with a bright emotion that looked very much like happiness. “Knew you were just a spoiled brat.”

“Sue me.”

“Cocky prick.”

“A bit redundant, don’t you think?”

Phil didn’t leave any room for a retort. Rolling to his side, he draped an arm across Ian’s torso and tucked himself against him. In no time he was wrapped up in a solid, comforting embrace. Ian’s pecs, so plump and hard, weren’t the most comfortable pillow to rest on, but he couldn’t have cared less. He would be happy to rot here for days.

Ian glanced down at him with a lifted eyebrow. “Of course you’re a little spoon.”

“Duh.” Phil sneaked a leg between Ian’s. His body felt exhausted but he didn’t want to fall asleep and miss a single second of this. His lips brushed against Ian’s pec as he settled more comfortably. Ian rolled to his side, too, allowing Phil to sink his leg further between his and tangle their ankles together. He brought a hand up to Phil’s neck and dropped a languid kiss to his lips, taking his time to savour and explore. That tongueknewwhat it was doing.

Phil splayed a hand on Ian’s side, marvelling at how massive it was, and gingerly trailed up to the ribs, to the broad expanse of the back. It was like touching a breathing sculpture, warm and soft and inviting. Ian let Phil map his body inch by inch, all the while keeping his hand on Phil’s neck and his eyes trained into Phil’s, ready to register every emotion flashing into them. But Phil was quite sure that whatever sentiment his features might display at the moment would be entirely swallowed up by the pure, unadulterated joy he was bursting with.

“You should see your dumb face right now,” Ian smirked.

“I canfeelmy dumb face, thank you very much.”

Fondness seeped into Ian’s smirk, melting all the teasing away. Phil was familiar with that look: it was how Abby looked at him every day.

“You hungry?”

Ian’s husky murmur spread goosebumps all over Phil’s arms. He was indeed starving. He had no idea what time it was by now, but,according to the darkness of the sky outside, it was definitely way past dinner time.

“I can order us something,” he said, lifting his wrist to eye-level to pull up the Uber Eats app. There was a text notification.

Abby

I’m confident I won’t be seeing either of you before tomorrow

Enjoy your night, lads

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