Page 31 of His Boys to Protect

Skylar turned to face him and signed,You okay?

Charlie couldn't help smiling a little as he rocked on his feet. He liked Skylar's voice, but he also appreciated the silence after all the loud emotions he'd experienced downstairs. Still, he had to think about his answer. Charlie let his gaze roam about the room without really seeing anything while he considered how he felt. He was still angry and jealous. But he also still felt that itch of arousal, which was confusing and distracting. He'd needto take care of that first before he could really focus on anything else.

He held up his right hand in a loose fist with his pinkie finger extended. It wasn't the actual sign forsex. Charlie had made it up just for himself and his Sky. That way, nobody else would understand it and make him feel embarrassed.

Skylar chuckled softly. “Okay.” He sat down on the floor and started taking off his shoes.

Charlie waited, watching Skylar cross the room and get undressed. He rocked faster and couldn't help letting out a few quiet squeaks. Skylar was neat and methodical as he stripped off his socks, shirt, jeans, and underwear, setting everything aside in a tidy pile. Once Skylar was naked, Charlie's rocking turned into little bounces of excitement. He loved Skylar's body.

Before his hormones and chest surgery, Skylar had always been uncomfortable in his own skin. As much as Charlie had difficulty reading people, that had been painfully obvious. He'd hated watching Skylar struggle. Now, though, his Sky stood tall and confident. Unashamed. Charlie took in everything from Skylar's long, bony toes to the hint of stubble on his jaw. His Sky had definitely been meant to be a boy, and he was beautiful.

Except for the faint bruise on his cheek.

Charlie whimpered.

Skylar had put a knee up on the bed, but then he stopped and looked at Charlie with obvious concern on his face. “Charlie? What's wrong?”

Charlie rocked for a moment before he pointed.

“What? Oh.” Skylar reached up and carefully touched his cheek, then shook his head. “It's okay.”

Charlie rocked faster.

“Charlie.” Skylar moved closer but didn't touch him. “It was an accident. I know you didn't mean it.”

My Sky hurt, Charlie signed.My fault. He covered his face with both hands.

“Charlie,” Skylar said. He grabbed Charlie's hands and pulled them away. “I'm fine.” He pulled Charlie's hands around him to press them down on his buttocks. Then Skylar slowly lifted his own arms and draped them over Charlie's shoulders as he moved in, brushing their noses together.

Charlie sucked in a breath and grabbed Skylar with both hands. The firm muscles and soft skin felt good, and Charlie couldn't resist pulling Skylar hard up against himself.

When Skylar brushed a gentle kiss over his lips, Charlie forgot everything except the lingering need to claim him.

Charlie opened his mouth and took control of the kiss, moaning when their tongues connected. He loved kissing his Sky. Their first kiss had been clumsy and awkward, but Charlie knew what he was doing now. They'd had years of practice. Sometimes, when sex was too overstimulating, they would just lie in bed and kiss for an hour, the time simply flying by as they lost themselves in one another.

But right now? After that whole confusing, frustrating moment with Ward? Charlie needed more.

“Hhng.” Charlie rocked his hips impatiently against Skylar's body.

Skylar breathed a laugh. “Okay.” He gently pulled away, then slowly walked backwards. “Get undressed.”

Charlie made quick work of his own clothing as Skylar climbed up onto the bed. Skylar stretched out on his back and spread his legs, idly rubbing between them, making Charlie even more desperate to get naked. He needed to be on top of his Sky. Inside him. He needed Skylar to be all his.

Once his clothes were in a neat pile, Charlie scrambled up onto the bed and stretched out on top of Skylar, kissing him again. He rocked his hips, his aching penis rubbing betweenSkylar's legs. Skylar's natural lubrication made the motion easy. Charlie moaned, needing more.

He grabbed his penis and felt around for Skylar's entrance.

“Charlie,” Skylar said, dragging out his name in a warning tone. “Condom.”

“Hhnn.” Charlie jabbed at Skylar's body.

“Charlie, you know better.”

Charlie sat back on his heels and scowled. He didn't like condoms. They were uncomfortable. And they felt like something that kept him apart from his Sky. After the drama downstairs, Charlie didn't wantanythingbetween them.

Skylar sat up. “Charlie, it's for your protection, too.” He paused. “Even though I get tested regularly, until I can quit my job…”

Charlie scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.W-A-R-D?he signed, finger-spelling the man's name.

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