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"Straddling my hips so I can have you come all over my stomach." Xander ran his hand down his chest.
"You know, if you weren't injured, those bright red lips would look damn good around my cock." Matt moved into place.
"You're the only one stopping it from happening."
"I'm not going to risk you hurting yourself worse." Matt settled over Xander's cock, enjoying the way it nestled against his ass.
"Then you're on your own. Just aim for my lips when you come." Xander licked them again.
Matt groaned as he started stroking his cock, focusing on Xander's lips, and imagining his cum dripping off them. He arched his head back and gave Xander a show he wouldn't forget as he worked his fist up and down his length.
Beneath him, Xander's cock stirred back to life, and Matt smiled as he worked his body so the head slipped just between his ass cheeks. "You feel good there." Matt hadn't bottomed in years, but being like this with Xander made him want to. "When you get better, I want you this way."
Xander lifted his hip, trying to push deeper. "Why not now?"
Matt narrowed his eyes at him, but quickly lost his train of thought as his cock throbbed against his palm. Just the thought of all the things the two of them still had to do together nearly pushed him over the edge. As comfortable as they were together, their relationship was still new, and he longed for the things that were still yet to come.
"Fuck! Open your mouth." Matt stared at Xander's tongue as he licked his lips again.
"You going to come in it?" Xander still worked his hips gently.
"Damn right." Matt's fist tightened, and he pushed himself closer to losing control.
When Xander reached out with his good arm and pinched one of Matt's nipples, he was done. He stroked himself two more times, let out a breathy cry, and gave in to the pleasure. Jerking his body forward, he aimed the best he could for Xander's mouth, but lost in bliss, he missed, coating his face, beard, and chest with his release.
"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Xander's voice was thick and husky.
"That's how I felt looking down at you." Matt leaned forward, careful of Xander's shoulder as he kissed him, licking the cum from his face, then smearing it over Xander's lips where he wanted it in the first place.
"You taste good."
Matt grinned as he rolled to Xander's side, needing a minute to recover. He traced his finger over Xander's stomach, happier than he ever remembered being. He glanced up at Xander and grinned. "So, are you going to let Faith do your hair when we get married?"
"If she wan…." Xander's eyes flashed to him. "Married?"
"I've been thinking about it. Why shouldn't we? I'm not asking officially right now, maybe just testing the idea out on you to see if I should or not." Matt hadn't planned on the conversation, but after seeing Xander and Faith together, then the great sex that hadn't even really been sex, it was where his mind was going.
"Wow, I didn't expect this." Xander tried to turn toward him, but his shoulder stopped him. He took a painful breath, easing back down. "So, you really want to? Even after seeing how wrong things can go on a sting, and knowing what could happen?"
"Even more now. I don't want to waste a minute. If the last year has taught me anything, it's that life is short, and we can lose someone we love so quickly. I lost Jill years ago, then this year, I almost lost Faith. I know you getting shot wasn't a life or death moment, but it could have been. I don't want to risk ever wondering what if we'd done it? What if we had been married? I want to marry you, and hopefully, we'll have sixty or seventy great years together, but even if it's just a year, I want that." Matt paused and stared at Xander. "If you do."
Xander smiled as he reached over and ran his fingers down Matt's cheek. "I'll ask Faith tomorrow. If she'll have me, then yes, I want both of you too."
As Matt kissed Xander, he had no doubt Faith would say yes. He couldn't wait to marry Xander and give Faith the family she deserved. No matter what the future held, they would get through it, because as broken as they had all started out, somehow together, things were just right.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Xander gripped Faith's hand tightly in his as they walked out of the courthouse. Beside her, Matt was holding her other hand, all of them silent. It had been a long day, and Xander was glad that it was over. He wanted nothing more than to go home and spend a quiet night with the two of them.
Faith broke the silence as they headed past the water fountains toward the parking structure. "They'll never get out of prison?" She glanced up at Matt.
"Nope. They were sentenced to three fifty-year sentences. That's fifty years for each of you that they kidnapped." Matt paused and kneeled beside her, turning her to face him. "That means that they will die in prison because fifty times three is—"
"One hundred and fifty." Faith nodded.
"Right. And seeing as they are in their forties now, that would make them one hundred and ninety when they got out. No one lives for that long." Matt brushed a strand of Faith's hair back from her face.
"Good. I don't want them to ever get out." She glanced back at the courthouse. "I was scared seeing them again," she admitted.
