Page 139 of Out of the Storm

“I need you,” Jeff said, helping Gary to his feet. “Turn off the water.”

Without bothering to fully dry off, the two made their way to the bedroom. Locked in a passionate kiss, they crashed onto the bed. Jeff climbed on top and started to move his hips. For a moment, Gary’s hands and kisses started becoming rough—that hint of possessiveness in the intensity of his touch—but before Jeff could say something, before he could warn that it might start to be too much, Gary seemed to catch himself and backed off a little.

Jeff broke their kiss and nuzzled Gary’s nose.

“I love you,” he said. “Can I fuck you now?”

“Yes,” Gary said, a slight neediness in his voice. “Please, yes.”

Leaning over, Jeff snatched the lube from the nightstand. He coated a few of his fingers while Gary lifted his legs. God, the look in Gary’s eyes—so fucking hungry for it—was nearly enough to send Jeff over the edge.

“I love seeing you on your back,” Jeff said. “I could photograph you like this. Actually, I think Iwillphotograph you like this. Eventually. I need to buy a Polaroid first.”

“Geez,” Gary said, a blush creeping across his cheeks. “I’m not sure how to feel about that.”

“Flattered?”

“Yeah, I’m a little flattered, but I’m kind of embarrassed too.”

“Why?” Jeff said, bringing his fingers closer to where he knew Gary needed them to be. “You’re beautiful to me, Gare.”

Gary’s blush deepened. He was so fucking cute. Jeff pressed a finger to his hole. Carefully, he slid it inside, pausing when he reached the first knuckle, his heart rate skyrocketing as he watched Gary’s incredible reaction—mouth falling open while he let out the sexiest Goddamn moan. Jeff would never not love how affected Gary seemed to be by his touch.

“Beautiful,” Jeff repeated, moving his finger in and out, slowly stretching him. Gary continued to make the best sounds in the entire fucking world. Only a couple of repetitions later, Jeff added a second finger, and Gary bit his lip in response. “God, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

Wordlessly, Gary nodded, that perfect mouth of his falling open again, like he was completely lost in his pleasure. Jeff kept moving his fingers.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you need?”

Another sweet little nod.

Gingerly, Jeff retracted his fingers, and then he slicked his shaft with more lubricant. When Jeff pressed his cock to Gary’s cute pucker, he paused to check in with himself. No panic. No unease. Just lust. He was fucking ready.

Thank. God.

Shifting his hips forward, Jeff pushed his cock inside. He took his time, keeping his movement slow, and smiled at the way Gary already seemed to be losing his Goddamn mind from the sensation. By the time Jeff’s cock was fully inside, Gary’s hands were already fisting the sheets, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Everything okay, Gare?” Jeff asked.

He knew that it was, but still, he wanted to ask.

“Uh-huh,” Gary said. “I’m trying not to come.”

“I’ll move slow,” Jeff said, easing his hips back and then slowly—so fucking slowly—pushing forward again. “Okay?”

Gary tried to nod, but oh, he looked like he might not last much longer.

“I’m sorry if I—”

“Nope,” Jeff said, stopping his thrusts. “Neither of us is allowed to be sorry for things in the bedroom, remember?”

“I know, but...” Gary paused and bit his bottom lip again. “I want to be enough for you.”

“Gare, you’re enough for me. Always.”

“Are you okay, Jeffrey? Sorry, I’ve been kind of preoccupied with trying not to finish too soon.”

“I’m okay. I’m very okay.” Jeff shifted forward to stroke Gary’s cheek. “Don’t worry.”

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