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I clung to him, cementing him to me as much as I could while we were on our knees. I could taste the salt from my tears coloring our kiss, his tongue erasing the flavor and replacing it with his own. My head clouded over, every sense heightened and fixed on him and the magic we created. And it really was. There was no other explanation for how he healed me from the inside out with every swipe of his tongue, every press of his lips on mine, every beat of his heart in time with my own.

We broke apart, breathing in each other’s air. Without a word, Rhys stood and pulled me with him, leading me to my room. He stripped me down slowly, brushing kisses over each inch of flesh he exposed. When he was naked too, we crawled under the covers of my bed. We held each other tightly, foreheads connected and legs tangled, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed that connection with him that I felt down in my black, bruised soul.

I gently turned Rhys to face away from me, tugging him back into my chest and curling around him. I stroked my cock between us, readying it for him. Rhys picked up on my intention quickly, grabbing the lube and prepping himself with two fingers as I slicked myself up. Then I was pressing into him, both of us releasing a sigh of contentment and pleasure.

I thrust forward, working myself deeper in small increments, not in any rush. When I was finally buried in him, I took a second to just feel him against me, my throbbing cock surrounded by his incredible heat. It was like burying myself in his soul, filling all the dark, empty parts of me with his essence. It was all-consuming and my chest felt tight with emotion that threatened to drown me. But it was everything I needed.

I fucked him slowly, each drive of my hips angled to perfectly hit his prostate. Our soft moans and husky breaths permeated the silenceof the room, driving up the intimacy of the moment. Rhys intertwined his fingers with mine, our joined hands resting against his heart. I felt his tight walls gripping me and I knew his release was close. I wanted us to fall together. Wherever he went, I wanted to follow. I reached around for his swollen length, pumping it in time with my hips.

Rhys gasped and cried out softly as his climax hit, his cum drenching my hand as my orgasm crested. It washed over me like a wave crashing on the beach, overtaking me and spreading to every molecule in my body. My cum poured into his channel, jets of it pulsing into him over and over until I thought I’d blackout from the endless euphoria. Our breathing synced up as we came back down, the intensity of our fucking enveloping us. I was even more drained than before, yet somehow feeling so full of him that my eyes stung with the gravity of it. I moved to pull out, but Rhys reached back and grabbed my hip firmly, holding me in place. I pushed in deep, staying inside him and savoring the ardent connection I craved.

And even after the overwhelming events of the last hour, I fell into a blissful sleep still cradled in Rhys’ heat, right where I belonged.

29

RHYS

Ihad never slept with anyone before Cal. I don’t mean sex, I mean actually sleeping next to them and waking up with them still beside me. It wasn’t something I thought I’d like since I was most comfortable utilizing as much mattress real estate as possible. As with most things Cal-related, he was the exception. I always stayed perfectly tucked into his body no matter the position, and I didn’t sleep well on the few nights we’d been apart.

I woke after a few hours with Cal still spooned behind me, but his softened cock had slipped out at some point. Stupidly, it made me sad not to wake with it still inside me. It was probably a health hazard to have another body part jammed up your backdoor for hours, but I’d risk it for how incredible it felt. It was a different intimacy than sex, just holding Cal inside me as close as we could be emotionally and physically. And I knew intuitively that was what Cal had needed most.

Hearing his screams outside his front door had lanced through me as though his distress was my own. I still didn’t know what had happened with him and his uncle, but the few words I caught hinted at something with his mom. It was one of the only topics I knew of that could send Cal over the edge. I wished I knew what to do to ease his pain, and even more, I wish I hadn’t contributed to it by running away like I had.

A quick glance at my phone told me we’d slept most of the day andit was close to dinner time. I slunk out of bed, careful not to wake Cal who was still out of it and padded into the kitchen. I figured Cal would probably be starving when he got up, so I hunted for enough ingredients to whip up something quick and easy.

Two hands snuck around my waist from behind and I startled. “Easy, easy! It’s just me,” Cal soothed, reaching out to steady the bowl of taco meat I had nearly dropped. “Always so jumpy, sweet boy.” The endearment warmed me from the inside out and I relaxed in his hold.

“Sorry, I didn’t even hear you come in,” I explained sheepishly, looking over my shoulder at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great, but definitely better,” Cal sighed. “I’m sorry you had to walk in on that shitshow. It wasn’t exactly how I wanted our day to go when you got back.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, baby. I hope I didn’t overstep just barging in like that,” I mumbled. Cal took the bowl from my hands and spun me in his arms, wrapping them around me.

“There is no such thing as overstepping with you and you didn’t barge in. You belong wherever I am, sweetheart. And you don’t get just how much I needed you…your timing was perfect,” Cal said, kissing my temple. I nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his spicy, warm scent. Cal tangled his fingers in my hair, using his grip to pull me back to look at him. “Thank you for sticking up for me like you did with him. I can’t imagine that was easy or comfortable to do.”

“Don’t you know I’d do anything for you?” I whispered. His lips brushed mine in a soft kiss, the simple act enough to bring me to my knees. Cal stepped back, his eyes sweeping over my face as though searching for something.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you mean what you said?” Cal questioned softly.

“Which part? That I’d do anything for you?” I tilted my head in confusion.

“That you loved me.”

I widened my eyes at him, shocked that he felt the need to ask. But I couldn’t say I didn’t understand. I’d noped the heck out of there right after he’d told me how he felt. If the tables were turned, that alone would have stirred up my insecurities more than an anthill poked with a stick.

“Cal, of course I meant it. I’m sorry I said it in kind of the worst possible moment, but I meant it wholeheartedly,” I told him, but hisbrows remained furrowed. He thankfully didn’t look angry, but more confused.

“Then why did you freak out this morning? What had you so scared?”

“I wasn’t scared!” I scoffed indignantly, but I couldn’t stop the slight tremble of nerves in my voice. I had hoped he’d take my confession at face value and run with it without the need for this talk. Even knowing it was likely coming, I still wasn’t prepared for it.

Cal’s brow perked up on one side, glaring at me knowingly. “Rhys, I know you better than that. You might as well have subtitles on your face for how little you’re able to hide. You were scared. Why?”

I shifted on the spot, unease seeping in. “I don’t know…”

“Since when do we lie to each other?” Cal asked and there was a hint of hurt in his tone.

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