Page 77 of Touch In Excess

“Think you’ll have enough for a second orgasm for the live?” Skye asked him.

Rami nodded hard. “Mm. I’ve never been this turned on. It’s making me kind of nervous.”

“I’ll be right here. And hey,” Skye said, his expression turning thoughtful, “we could record this if you want. Save it for if you have a slow week and want to make some cash.”

“I—oh. I never thought about that,” Rami said. He glanced at his setup and realized it didn’t matter if their faces showed because with a recording, they could crop and edit. “Yes.”

Skye nodded, looking pleased with himself. “Let me get some lube. You get the recording set up.”

Rami got to work, listening to Skye rummage around in their supplies as he made sure the camera was pointed at the bed. He did his best to keep his usual angle so the editing work on the video would be less intensive. It would be new for him—but the idea Skye was presenting was taking all the anxiety out of his decision. He still wasn’t sure he was going to keep his channel, but the idea that he not only could but that Skye could be part of it meant something.

It left more secrets in the palms of his hands when it came to his relationship with his family, but having Skye with him took some of the weight off. He wasn’t shouldering the burden of what he was doing alone. He hadn’t realized that was part of the problem until now.

“Skye?”

He turned his head and smiled. “Yeah, babe?”

Rami took a deep breath, then lifted his hand, palm out, curling his middle and ring finger toward his palm.

Skye blinked. Then blinked again. Then shook his head a little. Then he cleared his throat, dropping the lube on the bed with a dull thud. His mouth opened and closed. Hands rose, then fell.

Rami felt a small surge of panic. Had he gotten it wrong? Was it too soon? He knew Skye felt the same way. They’dadmitted it to each other without words or signs, and both agreed they needed a little more time before they were ready to say it. Rami was just waiting until the moment felt right, and for whatever reason, it was this one.

But what was about to happen was what always happened: he fucked up. He was too much—or maybe not enough, and he’d ruined this with Skye.

His heart felt like it was cracking in two, but before he could fall apart entirely, Skye was suddenly in his space. Warm arms wrapped around his waist, Skye’s nose shoving into the crook of Rami’s nose as he backed him up, and up, and up until he hit the closet door. His breath left his lungs in a short rush, but he barely noticed.

How could he with Skye all but attempting to crawl beneath his skin. Rami loved it. He had always been sensory seeking as a child, and that hadn’t changed much as an adult. Where others shied away from touch, Rami wanted more of it. More than what he knew most people did.

And Skye seemed to know when to give that to him. Almost like it was instinct, perfectly tuned in to Rami.

His fear was fading into joy as Skye began to kiss along his pulse point.

“You love me,” Skye was repeating over and over, a whispered mantra.

Rami eased him back so he could look into his face. His eyes were wide, shining, maybe even a little wet, though it was hard to tell in the dim light of the room. Rami nodded.

“Can you say it aloud?” Skye reached a finger up to trace Rami’s lips. “Just…I want to hear it.”

“I love you,” Rami repeated.

Skye laughed, though the sound was almost like a sob, and then he surged in and kissed Rami deep and almost desperate. He let it carry on for a moment, but his anxiety was back, and hewas suddenly feeling unsure. Was Skye joyful because someone loved him or because it was right?

“What’s wrong?” Skye asked, responding to Rami’s stilling hands.

“You…do you feel…”

“Oh. Shit. Fuck,” Skye cursed, slapping a hand over his eyes. “Baby.” He curled his fingers around the back of Rami’s neck and squeezed tight. “I’msoin love with you it’s absurd. There are moments it kind of scares me because it’s so soon, and I don’t even know your last name?—”

“It’s Jaroudi,” Rami said automatically.

Skye laughed softly. “Jaroudi. Am I butchering that?”

“Yes,” Rami said, seeing no need to lie. Skye was not used to Arabic, and he wasn’t going to fault him for it. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh,” Skye said, still chuckling. “Well, good. But I’ll work on it. Rami Jaroudi.”

He shivered at the sound of his full name on Skye’s lips and tongue. He swallowed heavily. “Skye…”

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