Page 40 of Where the River Meets the Skye

“Wow.” Skye closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, resting his forehead against River’s. “If I keep reading the Bible will you keep kissing me like that?” He rubbed his hands up and down River’s sides, smiling. His cock was still throbbing, but he ignored it, elated that they had this. Because this, right here, River’s hands gripping him tightly, River’s full, warm lips on his, was everything.

River chuckled. “Worth a try, right?”

Skye chuckled, too, and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I need you to know something,” River said, gazing into Skye’s eyes with the utmost sincerity. His fingers played with the blond waves falling over Skye’s forehead.

“What’s that?” Skye asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“You don’t need to change anything about yourself for me. Not now, not ever. No matter what we call each other, I will never ask you to be someone you are not for me.”

Skye swallowed and tears stung his eyes. God he loved this man. “Thank you.” River gripped his face and kissed him again, long and hard, stealing Skye’s breath away before pulling back.

“Same goes for me, you know. I’d never ask you to give up your faith because we were together.”

River smiled. “Ready to go?”

“Um, give me a minute?” Skye said, gesturing to his obviously tented jeans, and River looked down, then bit that full bottom lip again and blushed. “Oh,” he said, “sorry.”

Skye couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “Sorry? Don’t ever apologize for turning me on, Riv. You just gave me the best kiss of my life. I just need a second to cool off, that’s all.”

River blushed again and smiled, as Skye adjusted himself in his pants, glancing at River. “Stop looking at me, it’s not helping,” he said with a smile.

“Why don’t I get out? Then you won’t have me here tempting you and I’ll have more time to move around.”

“Good idea,” Skye said. He rested his head back against the seat once River was gone, pressing a hand against his aching cock and using his other hand to run his fingers through his hair. God, that was one amazing kiss. If it had lasted much longer he might not have been able to stop himself from coming in his pants like a fucking teenager.

The winter air bit at his skin as Skye headed inside a minute later, and he shivered. He caught up with River and they browsed around a little bit to give him a break from sitting. He grabbed a coffee to take on the road and then they got back in the car.

But as soon as River sat down again he winced, and even though he didn't say anything, Skye could tell by the way he kept adjusting his seat cushion that he was having trouble getting comfortable.

“You okay?”

“No,” River admitted. “I haven’t had to sit for this long since my tailbone started hurting and it’s not happy with me. And we’ve still got an hour left to drive.”

Skye chewed on the inside of his cheek and glanced behind him. “What if you laid down in the back?”

“What?” River sounded startled.

“You could lay down and take the pressure off your tailbone.”

River looked behind him now, and there was that lip biting again. He hesitated before saying, “Okay. That does sound better. But I feel like an idiot, having you chauffeur me to my aunt’s funeral while I lay in the back seat ‘cause my butt hurts.”

Skye grinned. “I don’t mind. Except that I don’t get to hold your hand.”

River blushed again and this time Skye called him on it. “You’re cute when you blush.” He reached over and stroked River’s cheek, which just made his boyfriend flush an even brighter shade of red as his eyelashes fluttered and he glanced down. “God, you’re gorgeous.” Skye couldn’t help it. He slid across the seat just as River had done earlier, lifting his boyfriend’s face and pressing his lips to his. And this time, he heard River moan as he slid his tongue into his mouth, tasting, licking, sucking. His cock was getting hard again and he knew driving with a hard on wouldn't be fun, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t get enough of River. God, he felt so good. Those luscious lips, that stubble under his palms, the feel of River’s wool coat grazing his wrists as their tongues tangled and their knees knocked together in the confined space.

“Fuck,” he said, pulling away and gazing into River’s eyes. They were lust blown, his lips swollen and wet and his face flushed yet again. He looked wrecked. And insanely hot. “So fucking gorgeous,” Skye said again, his voice raspy. “I could do this all day.”

“Damn,” River whispered, his breathing labored. “And I thought the last kiss was incredible.”

Skye smiled widely. “There’s plenty more where that came from, angel.” He pressed his lips to River’s again and this time River moved back to his knees, hovering over him, taking Skye’s face in his hands and dominating the kiss. Skye’s hands were on his waist, and they were both moaning now, River’s fingers running through his hair as they sucked and nibbled and licked on each other’s tongues and lips and jaws.

“Shit,” River gasped, and Skye chuckled because his friend was cursing more and more and it was strange, but kind of awesome at the same time. “We have to go. This is so not cool, Skye. We’re on our way to a funeral, and we can’t be late because we’re making out in the car. And we definitely can’t show up with hickeys.”

Skye chuckled. “Sorry. You’re right. I’ll behave. You get in the back seat and it’ll be easier.”

River smiled and gave him one last peck on the lips before climbing out of the front seat and into the back. He took his coat off to use as a pillow, and lay down across the back seat.

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