Page 47 of Close Quarter
Somewhere, Silas imagined, the Messengers were laughing at him. Or perhaps not.
What would you have done, had you known?
Run? Left the ship to the soulless?
Rhys had followed him of his own free will.
"You did find me." He sounded stupefied, even to his own ears.
"Idiot." Rhys kissed his way down Silas's neck, heading straight toward his nipple again.
Oh no.He'd had enough of that particular torture for the night. Silas threw his stupor aside and pulled their bodies together. His cock slid against the hard length of Rhys's erection, with a delightful result. Rhys twisted against him and gasped.
Silas trailed one hand down Rhys's spine and stroked his lower back. He tangled his other in Rhys's hair, neatly trapping the man against his body. Then he rocked his hips.
Rhys answered back, thrusting down.
Insistent. Needy. He moaned into Silas's shoulder.
"You damn well better have condoms and lube somewhere in this room."
He couldn't help the chuckle. "Black duffel in the closet. Front pocket." He let go of Rhys's hair, ran his knuckles over Rhys's cheek. "But you don't need the condoms."
Snakes might as well have slithered out of Silas's ears for the way Rhys looked at him.
"I'm not human."
"What?"
"Rhys, I'm not human. I neither catch nor carry any disease."
Silas watched Rhys struggle against that thought, even with all he'd seen. "Not human," he murmured.
"I'm immortal. I don't get sick. I don't grow old."
"You can die. You almost did."
He stroked Rhys's hair. "All creatures born can die. Even fae." He paused. Then he spoke the words he had not wanted to admit to himself. "I would have last night. But for you."
Rhys kissed his neck, and once more Silas rose against the pleasure of it, pulling Rhys into a tight embrace.
"See," Rhys said. "You do need me."
"Very much so." Silas cupped Rhys's ass with one hand and pulled Rhys up his body, then slid a finger down the cleft between the cheeks, grazing Rhys's asshole. Rhys squirmed against him, cock hard against his thigh. "Right now, in fact," Silas said.
Rhys took Silas's earlobe between moist lips and sucked.
For a moment, the entirety of Silas's world tunneled down to the warmth and tug of Rhys's lips. Damn Rhys and his mouth. Silas loosened his grip, only realizing his mistake when Rhys captured Silas's other nipple with his hand.
With Rhys's full weight against him, Silas couldn't throw him off. Gods, he was stronger than he looked. When Rhys rolled the sensitive nub of flesh between his fingers, bolts of pleasure slid down Silas's spine. He moaned despite himself and twisted, just as Rhys had done.
Neatly caught.
When Rhys finally relented his torture, Silas devoured his mouth. Between breaths, he spoke three words into Rhys's lips. "Even more now."
"Good." Rhys shifted, opening enough space between them to encircle Silas's cock with his hand. Strong grip. Excruciatingly slow strokes.
Silas closed his eyes to keep the world from spinning. Rhys spoke into his ear. "I want to come inside you."
