Page 18 of Once Upon An Ever After
Dawson’s cheeks were flushed and he licked his lips, looking every bit the temptation that he was when he nodded, “I know what I want, Beau. It’s you. It’s always been you. I don’t know if I’m ready for everything that entails but… I want to be with you.”
Beau raised an eyebrow, “You’re ready for everything… but?”
Dawson’s eyes sparkled with amusement, “Everything but butt stuff. At least for now. Is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay.” Beau kissed him quickly. “I told you, we don’t have to rush.”
“But…” Dawson pulled a face when Beau smirked at the word, “Will it be enough for you? If I’m not ready for… that?”
“Dawson.” Beau reached up and cupped his cheeks, meeting his gaze with all the seriousness in the world, “Just getting to be with you like this, to touch you and kiss you after all this time? This is enough for me. You’re enough for me. By now, surely you know that with you, I’ll take whatever you can give me.”
“That’s the problem, I want to give you the world. I do. I’m just scared.”
Beau’s heart ached at the easy honesty and he nodded, “Me too.”
“You are?” Dawson’s brows pinched, “But you’ve been with other guys…”
“Not of that.” Beau chuckled, squeezing his cheeks smoothing his palms down Dawson’s neck to his broad shoulders, “Trust me, my ass is yours whenever you’re ready for it. I want you inside me, want to feel you going deep and stretching me to fit you and only you ever again.”
“Ah fuck.” Dawson moaned, “When you put it like that…”
Beau chuckled, “I’m not scared of you fucking me, Dawson. I want that, more than I can even put into words. What I’m scared of is what this means for us, scared you’ll change your mind, scared you’ll realize you don’t actually feel the same way about me as I do about you. I’m scared because I’ve loved you since the moment we met and I don’t want anything to come between us.”
“Nothing is going to come between us, Beau. I promise. Not ever again.”
To prove his words, Dawson pulled their bodies flush together. His hands slid to Beau’s ass and squeezed. He kissed him softly even as he moved his hips forward, rocking his erection against Beau’s own through the barrier of their pants.
Dawson licked at his bottom lip, “I’m not going to get scared off this time. I’m not running away. I’m not denying either of us what we want, not anymore. I want you, Beau. All of you. Let me prove it to you.”
He reached for Beau’s belt again but once again Beau caught his hands, “Not yet.”
Dawson sighed, “I want…”
“I want something first.” Beau cut him off, pulling at Dawson’s belt instead, “I want to get you off. I want to see what you look like when you come, hear my name from that beautiful mouth when you explode with pleasure. I’ve dreamed of it for so long. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Dawson’s chest was rising and falling more quickly now as Beau kissed his neck and his hands made quick work of undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them so he could slide them down. He felt Dawson swallow as he kissed the spot over his Adam’s Apple. His own heart was racing as he slid a finger into the waistband of the briefs Dawson wore and heard his gasp.
“Is this okay?” He paused to glance up and saw Dawson nod.
“More than okay. But I don’t know how long I’ll last. Your hands on me feel so good.”
“Mmm.” Beau smiled softly, “Not as good as my mouth is going to feel.”
As he dropped to his knees, he heard the strangled noise that Dawson made and hid a goofy grin of pure pleasure by ducking his head. He pressed kisses down the trail of hair from Dawson’s belly button to the top of his briefs. He blew warm air on the skin he revealed as he pulled them down, carefully stretching the material around Dawson’s erection until it was free and the material pooled at his ankles.
“Fuck.” Beau’s mouth watered at the sight in front of him.
Dawson Frost was handsome in a suit. He was gorgeous in a tuxedo. But naked, he was absolutely glorious and Beau had to give himself a second to simply take in what he was seeing and commit it to memory.
Every jut of bone and curve of muscle. Every dip and hollow. Every freckle, hair and vein. It was all his to look at, to touch, to taste.
“Ah Jesus.” Dawson’s breath was raspy and his voice was barely a whisper. “You’re killing me.”
Beau looked up to meet his eyes, “I’m not even touching you.”
“I know. That’s the part that’s killing me.” Dawson reached out and threaded a hand in Beau’s hair. “I dreamed about this, about you, after I kissed you that first time.”
Beau’s cock throbbed behind the fly of his pants, “What did you dream?”
