Page 52 of Where the River Meets the Skye

Skye awoke to a gentle arm around his waist and River’s chin pressed against his shoulder, his stubble rubbing up against Skye’s cheek.

“Skye?” River said, slightly above a whisper.

“Hmm?” Skye murmured, barely awake. He placed his arm over River’s and interlocked their fingers together on his stomach as he felt River’s nose against his neck. But the minute he heard his husband’s breath hitching, his body was on alert.

“River?” he said, as he sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. River was shaking when Skye turned to face him again, tears sliding down his cheeks. “River, what’s wrong?” he asked, scooting close to him and stroking the side of his head with his fingers.

“I’m sorry, Skye.” River wiped tears away. “I tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn’t.”

“It’s okay,” Skye said. “You know it’s okay. Did you have another nightmare?”

River nodded. “I haven’t had one in a while, but this one was especially bad. It was like I was reliving it all over again.” He shook as he sobbed, and Skye took his husband into his arms and held him close, just like he always did when River cried. When River hurt. “Shh,” he soothed. “I’ve got you. I’m here, angel. You’re safe.”

It was several minutes before River eased his grip on Skye, sniffling and wiping his eyes. “Skye, do you think…do you think you could touch me?”

Skye blinked, and then pulled away and stared down at his husband. “What?” he asked.

“I want you to touch me,” River said again, reaching up to place his hand on Skye’s chest, and looking into his eyes. “Please?”

Skye’s heart was hammering in his chest and he was sure River could feel it. He couldn’t breathe. “But, but you just had a nightmare about being assaulted, Riv, you…”

“Exactly. The only time I’ve ever experienced sexual touch has been by people who wanted to do me harm. Who were being cruel and hurtful, and were taking advantage of me, and…I want to be touched by someone who loves me. Someone that I trust. Someone that I love.” He pressed his lips to Skye’s and Skye’s breath hitched. Tears stung his eyes when River pulled away.

“I want this,” River said, stroking his cheek. “I want you. Please?”

Skye bit his lip as his tears fell freely now and he leaned forward, resting his forehead against River’s as River rested back on the pillow, smiling up at him. River planted soft, tender kisses on Skye’s cheeks as he cried.

“I love you,” River said.

“I love you, too, Riv,” Skye said. “So much.” He let out a deep breath.

“You okay?” River asked, running his fingers through Skye’s hair.

Skye smiled. “Yeah, I’m just,” he wiped away tears, “I’m overwhelmed, River.”

River took both of Skye’s cheeks into his hands and kissed his forehead. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Skye nodded. “You want me to take your pants off?”

“Please,” River said with a smile. “This time I’ll help you. And maybe it won’t be as awkward.”

Skye chuckled, thinking about the last time he’d undressed River, and how he’d had to try not to think of his best friend in a sexual manner, and how wonderful it was that he could do so now, that he was meant to do so now. River was his husband. River wanted him to undress him. River wanted him to touch him. He was going to see River naked for the first time. And his hands were shaking slightly as he sat up and gripped the waistband of River’s pajama pants, and his briefs, and pulled them down as River lifted his hips.

As soon as they were off, Skye tossed them to the floor and then looked back at his husband, laying on the bed, fully erect, his cock long and thick, surrounded by dark pubes, twitching under Skye’s gaze. Fuck, that was beautiful.

His gaze wandered up until it locked with those gorgeous blue eyes staring up at him.

River swallowed. “You’re making me nervous,” he said. “Please say something.”

But Skye couldn’t speak. He had more tears filling his eyes as he looked into River’s, and kissed him, lying down again and wrapping his arms around his husband, pulling his naked body close, their legs tangling.

“God, River, you’re so damn beautiful,” he said once they pulled away. He traced a finger down River’s side and over the swell of his perfectly round ass. He squeezed his ass cheek and River moaned slightly, pressing his forehead to Skye’s, their cocks brushing together. Skye moaned in turn, his cock throbbing at the knowledge that he was about to touch River for the first time.

“Please touch me,” River pleaded softly.

Skye was still shaking slightly, and he kept his forehead against River’s as he reached his hand down and began to stroke his husband’s shaft. The feel of River’s cock in his hand was something he thought he would never experience, and it was everything. Full, and thick, and dripping with precum as he continued to move his hand up and down in slow, firm strokes, hearing River’s breath hitch and feeling his cock twitch in his grip as River bucked his hips forward, thrusting into Skye’s palm. River's moans and whimpers filled his mouth as Skye kissed him and slid his thumb over the slit of his engorged cock.

“Skye,” River said, and he was crying now too, his body trembling.

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