Page 40 of Stand By Me

He was way too close to the edge already, the fire inside him rushing everywhere all at once.

He whined when Clay's weight suddenly disappeared.

Clay swore as he settled on his knees between Mario's legs, spreading them wider and running his hands over Mario's heated skin.

"Fuck, you don't even know what you're doing to me, do you?"

Mario would be happy if Clay was even half as affected as he was, half as overwhelmed, and desperate, and ready to make stupid promises way too early.

Thankfully, he didn't voice any of that, as Clay ran his fingers over his entrance and Mario lost the ability to speak.

Clay took his time, careful at first and then more demanding, as he stretched him slow and perfect, whispering how good Mario was, how gorgeous, how Clay couldn't wait to slide into him.

And then he did.

Mario gasped. He was reduced to only this, gasps and breathless moans, while Clay's gaze was pinning him in place, demanding his full attention. As if Mario could focus on anything else but the insistent, growing pleasure as Clay started to move, the incandescent fire in his blood, and the way their bodies seemed to fit together better than anything he'd ever experienced.

His orgasm, when it came, overwhelmed Mario's whole body, from the core to the chest, and throat, and mind. His fingertips were tingling and it was as if his skin was too small all of a sudden, his mind reaching further and further until he came back to himself, held together safely under Clay's weight.

Then Clay licked the flushed skin of his neck, sending a shiver down his sensitive body, tickling a little, and Mario let out a short laugh and grinned at the ceiling.

Clay lifted his head and whatever he saw on Mario's face made him grin as well. He leaned for another kiss, tasting like every dream Mario had ever had, and more.

And Mario hadn't been waiting around or pining after Clay over the last decade, but he would have—he would have waited a decade more—if he'd known this was waiting for him on the other end.

He was glad he didn't have to, though. Not anymore. Not for a single second longer.

Everything he'd ever wanted was right here.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Clay had never expected to have the best sex of his life at thirty-seven but, well, here he was. All the people who said you peaked in your twenties were either still in their twenties or led unfortunate lives. He would feel sorry for them, he really would, but right now, he didn't have space to feel anything but the overwhelming pleasure, the kind that seeped deep into his bones and set up to stay.

When he licked into Mario's mouth, it was as if they'd done this a thousand times already and yet it also felt new at the same time.

And he just wanted to keep kissing, keep touching… Keep Mario close.

"You good?" he murmured against Mario's lips at some point and got an incredulous look in response.

"Am I good?" There was a laughter behind the words. "Am I good, he asks," Mario went on, seemingly addressing the ceiling. "He does this to me and he asks if I'm good."

Clay nibbled at his jaw. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're better than good."

"But am I?" Mario teased before shaking his head. "You're lucky you're this hot," he added as he brushed Clay's hair from his forehead.

"I'm lucky you think I'm this hot," Clay whispered. He wasn't falsely modest, but he also knew many younger men didn't give a second glance to guys on the other side of thirty-five.

Mario seemed to barely resist rolling his eyes. "Dude, I'm pretty sureeveryonethinks you're hot."

"Dude?" Clay laughed, balancing more of his weight on his elbow. "I guess it's time to get out of this bed if you're calling me 'dude' while we're naked and covered in come. Shower?"

Mario gave him a nod but also pulled him in for another kiss, so it took some time before they actually got out of the bed and into the bathroom. Luckily, the shower stall was big enough to fit them both. They ended up running out of hot water, but Clay got one more orgasm out of Mario, so neither of them was complaining.

"Bed or leftovers?" Clay asked, and Mario seemed to do a double take for some reason, but then he smiled and nodded.

"Leftovers, then bed?"

"Perfect, come on."

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