Page 15 of Only One Bed: Anthology Vol. 1
“I know.”
“Tell me what else you know?”
“I know that I still love you too.”
Grant leaned back then truly surprised at the confession, but the anger that had been awakened in him showed no signs of abating and he crossed his arms over his bare chest and leveled a look at Remi that said that those words weren’t enough. Not by a mile.
“I’m sorry,” Remi continued on, voice catching and Grant raised an eyebrow at him.
“Show me, sweetheart. Show me how fucking sorry you are because I’m real,” he rubbed his bottom lip with a thumb and made sure to do it nice and slow remembering how Remi had liked his mouth. “Real damn mad.”
Remi swallowed hard, eyes tracking the movement, and then he was moving, sinking to his knees in the soft dirt beneath them. The area was a clear space in the business of Grant’s greenhouse. It was normally used for outgoing orders but he hadn’t quite gotten around to that this week and he’d never been more glad for the open space.
Remi looked up at him then and Grant swore. “Say it again,” he managed while Remi reached for his belt buckle.
“I’m sorry,” Remi breathed out yanking his belt free and working on his jeans with eager fingers. “I love you. I’m so fucking sorry. You left, and it killed me. I’ve been so angry, and I just-just need your hands on me so much that I can’t stand it--”
Grant bent low, catching the man’s mouth with his own and stealing his words. He kissed Remi with the kind of need that only the seasoning of years apart and aching could give. Their mouths moved together, lips and teeth clashing as they relearned how to breathe as one, how to move together, but Grant had always been a quick study and it appeared Remi was as well. They were just that way together and a shared moan passed between the once lovers, their kiss transforming until it was the only thing Grant cared about.
The world could fall down around them and he wouldn’t care. Not if he could keep Remi Wilson with him, kissing him like this and touching him as he was. God it was perfect. They separated with a shuddering gasp, both men’s breath coming short as they did so and there were no words, not right now.
They broke apart, Grant standing as Remi pulled Grant’s jeans and pants down, the garments catching at Grant’s knees but there wasn’t time to step out of them, not when he needed the other man as he did. He gasped when Remi’s hands found his balls, fingers fondling them gently as he began to stroke his dick with ever increasing strokes.
“Fucking hell,” Grant breathed, his head lolling back and he reached out, putting a hand on the wall behind Remi. He opened his eyes then, when Remi moved close, his tongue circling the head of Grant’s cock before he took the head of it into his mouth with an eager moan.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Grant encouraged him. It hadn’t been like this with anyone, not since he’d left Plenty and now with his cock in Remi’s mouth it was like coming home. His hips moved then thrusting forward into Remi’s mouth as his free hand caught in his hair. He wrapped the length of it in his fist urging the other man forward and the only way to describe the sound from Remi at that waslicentious.
He was loving it. Always had loved making Grant weak-kneed, still did.
He gasped as Remi began to suck and bob his head in earnest, his mouth hot and welcoming as he brought Grant closer to the edge. He swore and tried to focus on the rain still falling outside but the truth was that he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not when the man he loved was on his knees working him over, not when it had been a long dry spell for Grant. With anyone else he could manage it, but Remi? Remi was pure magic and he felt the familiar tightening of his balls signaling that he was about to crash right over the edge and lose it entirely.
“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart,” he bit out, breath short now and he leaned forward, his hand balling into a fist on the cool glass in front of him. “You gotta stop--” his voice cut off when Remi began to suck him off with even more energy. He looked down, and saw Remi looking up at him with a gleam in his eye. He knew exactly what he was doing, wanted to do in fact if the messy sounds he was making were any indication; the wet sound of his mouth on Grant’s dick, the way he was practically smirking around said dick with his long pretty hair wet and stuck to his face, and god, his free hand cradling Grant’s ass, fingers sliding between the cleft of his ass and a seeking finger pressing against him in the way he knew drove Grant crazy, all of that---well that was when he came undone.
“Remi!” Grant came with a shout head, falling back, back bowing as he shot his release into Remi’s eager mouth. And that mouth swallowed every last drop of it, and if he could have passed out he might have, except that now he had Remi back and that kept him standing and as lucid as he could manage.
He opened his eyes and Remi had only just pulled off his dick when he dropped to his knees in the dirt with Remi. Who gave a shit about mud and dirt in places it might not be the best to have? He’d willingly scrub dirt from every inch of himself so long as he could keep looking at Remi, keep touching him, keep telling him how he loved him.
“I still love you,” Grant breathed again, hands cradling Remi’s face and he kissed him again but this time it was gentle. Remi wrapped his arms around Grant and kissed him back, his hands were trembling as the touched Grant and he could feel the reverence in his touch. It broke Grant’s heart and filled it all at once.
“God, I love you. Never stopped,” Remi breathed, pulling back to look at him, and the look the men shared was one of wonder and awe. They laughed then, quiet in the roar of the storm still going on outside of glass walls of the greenhouse. Whatever happened out there was the world’s, and in here?
In here they had forever.
They had each other. Their arms went tight around the other and they kissed again, their kiss, this kiss the first of so many to come, was kind and loving, slow in its promise that he’d never forgotten the shape of Remi’s mouth or what it had been like for them, careful in its promise of tomorrow and that he never would let him go again.
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