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“Yeah. I swear,Simon. It fucking killed me to do it. I’ve fucking—I don’t know howI made it the whole year. I know that we’re supposed to beindependent and whatever but I just…it felt like I missed you everyfucking second of every fucking day.”
Simoncollapsed,burying hisface into Nathan’s neck and taking a gulping, sobbing breath. “Ithought you’d just had enough of me. I thought you’d just keepgoing until we barely knew each other anymore. Until we saw eachother on holidays and just…fuck, Nate. Nate.”
“I’m sorry. I’mso—”
Simon cut himoff with a brutal kiss, as if it weresuddenly crashing into him what Nathan wassaying—that he was Simon’s. That he’d always beenSimon’s.
Nathan let the kiss sweep him away. There was nofear or confusion like there’d been in the forest. This time,Nathan knew Simon wanted this too. Felt like this too.
Simon’s hands gripped Nathan’s hair, his sides, hisshoulder, his jaw, restless. Nathan just opened himself further andlet himself be touched.
“You thought about this,” Simon murmured into hismouth.
“Yeah. Yeah, Si, so many times.”
“Tell me. Tell me, tell me, please.”
“I thought about…about you kissing me like this. Andturning me around. Pinning me down on the bed, biting my neck,making me rub off on the mattress.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus Christ.”
Simon gripped Nathan through his shorts andsqueezed. His eyes had lost all pain, all uncertainty—only hungerwas left.
“You want me to hold you down,” Simon said withcertainty.
“Yeah.”
“You want me to make you take it.”
Nathan’s hips jerked. “Yeah,” he panted.
“Get naked.”
Nathan got naked.
When he was done, he lay there and let himself belooked over by Simon. Thinner and softer than his brother, but thesame shape, the same colours. Even under their skin, Nathanimagined, their organs would look the same. Their blood.
When Simon started stroking him again, it was slowand loose—a tease. Nathan just took it, mesmerised by the way Simonwas staring at him in the gloom, the way he was drinking Nathan inlike he was parched.
Nathan’s eyes fluttered as the pleasure startedramping up, body squirming on the rumpled sheets.
Simon squeezed him a little harder. “What do youwant, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“I wanna…fuck. I wanna blow you.”
Simon’s hand stopped. “You…” he shook his head,laughing. “You’re desperate to come, and you wanna blow me?”
“Yeah. Please, Si.”
Simon shuddered, hand gripping harder for a momentbefore he pulled away.
“Baby,” Simon murmured, climbing over him for akiss.
Nathan was so hard it hurt, but all he wanted wasSimon’s cock in his mouth, in his throat.Insidehim.
“Please, please,” Nathan begged as the kiss gotfrantic.
“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, get on your knees, baby.”
