Page 13 of The Bounty
The next moment, Blaine flipped him, and having held in reserve a mouthful of come, coated Wags’s already messy hole with it, then drove inside him, digging his fingers into his hips and riding him hard, the headboard making a steady, rapid thump against the wall. Blaine pulled out at the last second, ripping off the condom and covering his arse and lower back with come like he’d done his front.
He sank down onto him after, knees tucked against his sides, arms tucked under his pits, lips nuzzling behind his ear. “Was that everything you wanted?”
Wags sighed, into the mattress, into the mess, into the warmth and sense of home covering him. “Everything and more.”
Nine
They made it to the airport on time, barely.
Wags in the borrowed dress clothes that were still damp from trying to rinse the come out of them. Blaine in the spare set of clothes the little devil had had in his bag. Wags’s duffel, though, by some Mel miracle, had been waiting for him at the airport, so as soon as the plane reached cruising altitude, he slipped into the bathroom and changed. When he returned, Blaine was dozing in the seat next to his, his mother’s diary open on his lap.
Unsurprising, as they’d been up most of the night—fucking, talking, fucking some more—before catching a few hours of sleep between sunrise and rushing out the door to the airport. Wags hadn’t been so worn out since his first off-base weekend from the RAF.
Unsurprising, too, that once a groggy Blaine closed the diary and leaned against his side, the warmth reminding Wags of those peaceful, fucked-out early morning hours in each other’s arms, he’d fallen asleep himself, an arm around Blaine’s shoulders, his head resting atop his.
And slept soundly until the kindly steward with silver hair and a posh RP accent gently shook him and Blaine awake. “We’re beginning our descent into San Diego, gentlemen. We’ll be on the ground in twenty.”
“Thank you,” Wags said, straightening in his seat.
Blaine made no such attempt, leaning more heavily into Wags’s side and lacing their fingers together, resting their joined hands on Wags’s thigh.
Wags glanced over his head out the window at the sunny desert landscape that was slowly getting closer. “Do you like it here?” he asked Blaine.
“Not particularly.”
“It’s very sunny.”
Blaine chuckled. “Says the Londoner.”
“I like San Francisco better.”
“So do I.” He snuggled closer, and Wags couldn’t help but smile.
Couldn’t help but hope for that home he’d dreamed about. For Blaine in his bed there too. Last night had given him a glimpse into what that fantasy future might look like. But first, there was reality to deal with, and Blaine’s would largely be dictated by what his mother had written in the book still resting in his lap. “Are you ready for what’s about to happen?”
“I’m ready for it to be over, once and for all.”
Wags dropped a kiss on his crown. “You’re incredible.”
“Already showed you that.” Blaine tilted back his head, his smile and dark eyes soft. “Would like to again. Maybe in San Francisco, once I get out.” He would likely do jail time for fraud and digital forgery, but his cooperation with the authorities would reduce his sentence. Eighteen months, Mel had estimated. Maybe less, given he’d be in her employ after.
“Some people waiting for you in Fog City, I hear.”
“Same folks waiting for you, I hear,” Blaine returned. “They seem like good people.”
“That’s my impression too.”
Blaine squeezed his hand, drawing his gaze from where it had wandered out the window again. “You didn’t answer my question. Last night was incredible. I can do my time, see myself in San Francisco after, if I know more of those nights are waiting for me. With you, Teddy.”
More of the fantasy came into focus, closer to reality. But one night versus a future…
“Are you sure? I’m old and come with more baggage than just that duffel,” he said with a side-eye to the old military-issue bag in the corner.
Blaine laughed out loud. “You’re talking to me about baggage.”
“Point taken.” Wags chuckled, then sobered. “But, Blaine, you barely know me.”
“I’d like to get to know you better.” He stretched up, lips against the hinge of his jaw. “I’m willing to take a chance on you.”
