Page 58 of The Inside Edge

“I really thought you were just going to go upstairs,” Nate gasped when Aubrey broke away from his mouth to lay a trail of kisses down his jaw to his neck.

“I really almost did.” Aubrey bit below his ear, rucking up the hem of Nate’s sweater. They were still moving, tearing at each other’s clothes, but he was pretty sure the bedroom was a pipe dream. They’d never make it.

The flow of time warped again. Aubrey got Nate’s sweater off and spent half a lifetime touching his chest, his abs, the cut of his hip. He lost years discovering the way Nate sucked in a breath when Aubrey thumbed his nipples or trailed his fingers into theVof his obliques.

But time seemed to be moving differently for Nate. The heat of his mouth on Aubrey’s neck lasted only a heartbeat, and the sure, deft strokes of his fingers as he unbuttoned Aubrey’s shirt were over almost before they began. Despite the discrepancy in time passage, they were both shirtless when they ran up against the back of the couch.

The First Date part of Aubrey’s brain said,Take him to the bedroom at least, you heathen.

The rest of Aubrey’s brain thought,Good enough.

Then Nate fumbled with Aubrey’s belt, and it didn’t much matter. The time for thinking had passed.

He got Nate’s jeans and boxers shoved down to his knees and curled a hand around his cock, earning a low moan and the scrape of Nate’s nails across the front of his thigh. A quick jerk of the fabric and Nate took him in hand, sliding his callused palm over the head of Aubrey’s dick.

Nate produced lube from somewhere. Had he hidden it in the couch? Grabbed it on the way to the door? Aubrey didn’t care. He pulled Nate’s leg up to his hip, lining their erections up to brush together, and opened the cap.

He ate Nate’s gasps of pleasure and pleas to hurry right out of his mouth, two fingers crooked inside him. Nate’s cock leaked against his stomach, and Aubrey’s throbbed in response.

Nate was hot and perfect around his fingers, body clenching as though trying to reel Aubrey in. Aubrey was happy to be caught, but when he drew his hand back for more lube and a third finger, Nate bit down on his lower lip, shocking him into opening his eyes.

“Now,” Nate said.

Here?Aubrey almost asked, but Nate shoved him back half a step and then turned around and bent over the back of the couch. His ass—his perfectly round monument to a lifetime of athletic training, the kind of bubble that could make a man weep for joy—or a man’s cock, at least—stuck out obscenely, inviting Aubrey to look and touch his fill, but mostly to—

“Fuck me,” Nate said, as though he hadn’t already made himself perfectly clear.

“Yes,” Aubrey said intelligently, and applied himself to the task.

Nate pushed back into every thrust. The slap of flesh on flesh layered over the rough sounds of their breathing and the skid of the couch on the hardwood. Fuck, they still had their shoes on. This was not first-date sex. Itdefinitelywas not I-love-you sex.

Aubrey couldn’t bring himself to care.

He fitted his thumbs into the dimples of Nate’s lower back, curling his fingers around Nate’s hips.

“Just,” Nate panted, “a little—” He shifted his feet farther apart, deepened the bow of his back.

Aubrey’s eyes almost rolled back in his head at the visual, but that was nothing to how it felt to slide deep into Nate’s body. They couldn’t keep it up for long. Aubrey was already skirting the edge of orgasm. “Do you need—?”

Nate arched his back, and the sight of it almost sent Aubrey over the edge, but he was only reaching for the lube Aubrey had left on the back of the couch. “I got it,” Nate gasped.

Jesus, did he ever.

The air was thick with sex, and despite the chill of the apartment, sweat dripped down Nate’s back and down Aubrey’s. He could feel it trickling between his shoulder blades, between his asscheeks. He wanted to lean down and sink his teeth into Nate’s shoulder, but he couldn’t sacrifice his leverage. Next time, he promised himself.

“Close,” Aubrey gasped. “You with me?”

Nate made a strangled noise, jerking himself off frantically now. “Uh, fuck—”

That must have been a yes, because it only took a handful more thrusts before Nate’s ass tightened around him. Aubrey pushed as deep as he could as Nate milked his orgasm out of him, pleasure coursing through his body. With one last snap of his hips, Aubrey collapsed against Nate’s back and finally gave in to the urge to bite his deltoid.

The couch slid under their combined weight, far enough that Aubrey felt the pull in his hamstring. The arm of the couch hit something. He raised his head as a hollowwhoompechoed throughout the room, and was just in time to see Nate’s stupid ugly vase wobble on the table as if in slow motion and then topple to the ground and shatter with a resounding crash.

Aubrey blinked, his mind comically blank.

For a moment the only sound was their own labored breathing. Then Nate started to shake beneath him. Horrified, Aubrey drew back, scrambling for an apology (and the condom), but a moment later, the sound got louder and he realized Nate was laughing—silently, but it built into a very contagious belly laugh.

“Sorry,” Aubrey wheezed into the back of the couch. He’d pulled out and managed to keep the condom from further despoiling Nate’s living room, but between the exertion and the lack of oxygen, his legs had given out, and he was sprawled next to Nate across the back of the couch. “I didn’t—mean to—murder your ugly vase.”

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