Page 19 of For the Rest of Forever

“Ah, god,” Allen huffed, breaking the kiss again and lowering his head to Greg’s chest.

They rocked against each other once and then again, and Greg groaned. “Do you want to go upstairs—that’s what I was going to ask earlier,” he said, his voice low and husky. He gripped Allen’s backside again, holding them together, and Allen let out a long, low moan.

“Upstairs is good. I’m sorry, I should have—”

“Hmm? What? Why are you sorry?” Greg cut in, his grip on Allen loosening as he backed up a step so he could see his husband.

Allen’s cheeks were flush, and his chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath. His dress shirt was halfway off—sort of pushed back off his shoulders, but not enough that it had fallen to the floor. His eyes were partly closed, and his lips slightly red and swollen from their kisses.

God, it was sexy. If he hadn’t heard the hitch in Allen’s voice with his unnecessary apology, Greg might not be able to resist just picking right back up where they’d left off. His fingers flexed gently into Allen’s sides, wanting to continue their exploration, but heshook his head and frowned as he hesitated, unsure what exactly to say.

The week had been such an emotional roller coaster, and now, this intense buildup and rush of intimacy. Of course it was emotional. Of course they were both maybe just moving a little too fast, both of them needing the comfort they always found when they were intimate. At least, he was sure that was whatheneeded.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, darling. What were you going to say?”

Allen’s lips twitched up into a soft smile, and he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Greg’s lips. It was light and undemanding—nothing like the kisses they’d just been sharing. And when Allen pulled back, he smiled again.

“I know why you stopped me, but I think this apology is... um, okay?” He laughed lightly. “I was just going to say that I’m sorry I should have showered first before getting you all worked up. I should probably still shower. I just... I got lost with you there and didn’t want to stop.”

The feeling was quite mutual, and Greg nodded, sighed deeply, and wrapped both arms around Allen, pulling him into a warm embrace. Then, after another moment, he kissed Allen’s cheek again.

“Let me take care of you,” Greg said, knowing Allen would understand what he meant.

“That would make me happy,” Allen agreed with another soft smile.

Greg gathered up his shorts, and together, the two made their way inside and upstairs. Beans was sleeping soundly in his bed, snoring away, and Greg chuckled.

“I took him out to Tiger Mountain just after I dropped you off this morning. He’s been sleeping all day. I doubt he’ll be bothering us tonight.”

“Good,” Allen said, his rough tone sending a rush of heat to Greg’s belly. Allen tugged at Greg’s hand. “Come on.”

Once in the bathroom, Greg turned on the water in the shower and then lovingly and slowly finished undressing his husband. He touched and caressed and kissed every inch of Allen’s chest before slipping off Allen’s briefs, and he quickly undressed himself as Allen stepped ahead of him into the shower. By the time he joined Allen, Allen was leaning his back against one wall, breathing deeply as he lazily pumped his own shaft.

“Getting started without me?” Greg teased, closing the shower door behind him.

“You were taking too long,” Allen said, his voice husky and low again. He let go of his shaft and closed the distance between them. Greg met him, their mouths coming together in a kiss that was everything—slow but urgent, sensual but needy. And despite its familiarity—over three decades of similar kisses—Greg still felt all his husband’s love.

The warm water hit his back, and conscious of his husband’s comfort, Greg broke the kiss and carefully turned them around so the water would be keeping Allen warm. Allen closed his eyes with a long breath, and Greg bent down, tracing a path of kisses down Allen’s neck to his collarbone. He paused for a moment to soap up Allen’s loofah and then slowly, lovingly washed him, his hand following along behind the path of the bath sponge. He took his time, knowing how much Allen loved this, and after Allen was thoroughly clean and the soap had all rinsed off, Greg washed Allen’s hair just as gently.

It was something they’d done early on—one of the first deeply intimate acts they’d shared, actually—and Allen had admitted to Greg a long time ago that, for whatever reason, this act of love made him feel so treasured, so cherished,so precious.

Greg kissed Allen’s forehead after he finished rinsing all the shampoo from Allen’s hair. “I love you,” he whispered, dipping his head down to place another kiss on Allen’s cheek. “Let me finish up here?”

Allen gave a soft nod and then stepped aside, leaning back against the wall again. Greg saw his eyes lingering on Greg’s semi-hard shaft, and he wasn’t surprised at all when Allen reached down to start stroking himself again.

Greg groaned. “God, that’s sexy,” he rasped, and Allen just hummed a quiet response and closed his eyes.

Quickly, keeping his eyes on Allen, Greg washed himself, rinsed, and then shut off the water. He helped Allen out and toweled both of them dry. And by the time they were in their bed under the covers a few minutes later—Greg settled over Allen, kissing his neck again—all the stress of the week seemed to have melted away.

It was just the two of them, together. And it felt as it always had—so good, so right.

“God, I need you,” Allen breathed against his cheek as Greg reached between them, finding Allen’s hot, hard arousal. He closed his hand firmly around the base and stroked slowly, rocking his hips at the same time to alleviate some of the growing pressure in his own groin.

“What do you want tonight, darling?” Greg asked, not giving Allen a chance to answer before he lowered his lips to Allen’s again. The kiss deepened quickly, Allen’s hands coming up to the back of Greg’s neck and holding him closely. When Greg finally tore his lips away, he didn’t go far, breathing a path of kisses down toward Allen’s collarbone as he continued pumping his husband’s hard shaft. Allen’s hands played up into Greg’s hair, the little tease sending tendrils of warmth all the way down into his toes,and he heard a soft moan from Allen as he stopped to linger at a particularly sensitive spot right at the base of Allen’s neck.

The moan was followed by a sharp intake of breath, and Greg continued his gentle touches until Allen reached down between them to wrap his fingers around Greg’s swollen shaft. With a rough groan, Greg buried his head into Allen’s shoulder as a rush of heat and desire pulsed through him, his erection throbbing. The arm he’d propped himself up on began to tremble, and he released Allen so he could support himself.

“Ahh, yeah, that’s... that’s good.” He moaned again and rocked his hips with Allen’s slow stroke of his shaft. “Tell me—tell me exactly what you want, darling,” Greg breathed, and he pressed his lips to Allen’s shoulder.

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