Page 105 of Slew Foot
They kept making out, those slow, deep kisses interrupted by short, sharp bites to Rafe’s mouth that made him moan and arch his hips.
But Mickey was still kneeling over him so even though he wasn’t pinning Rafe down, he couldn’t get any friction.
Rafe tugged at Mickey’s hips, but he just let out a mean little laugh, then gave him a sweet little kiss.
Rafe stared up at him, smiling, because Mickey was smiling too.
“Do you want something?” Mickey teased.
“I want you,” Rafe said.
“You have me.”
Rafe shivered because yeah, he did. And he was a little mad at himself for wasting the past couple of months not doing more of this.
And yeah, okay, maybe it took him a while to get to the point where he wantedthispart of it, but they still could’ve been dating. Mickey totally would’ve taken it slow for him. He’d have cuddled Rafe on the couch and held his hand and taken him out on dates like the one where they’d gotten dinner at the railyard restaurant and then had hot chocolate …
Okay, maybe they had already kinda been dating.
But there would have been more cuddling and holding hands and lot less of whatever the fuck they’d been doing instead.
“Rafe?” Mickey said.
Rafe blinked, wondering how long he’d been in his own head, not paying attention to what Mickey was asking.
“Yeah?”
“I asked what you wanted.”
Rafe tightened his grip on Mickey’s hips. He didn’t pull because he could tell that wasn’t going to do him any good.
Mickey would do whatever he wanted with Rafe and damn was that hot.
“I want you to fuck me,” Rafe admitted. Because he hadn’t been able to think about much of anything else since he saw Mickey’s cock.
“I don’t have any condoms or anything with me,” Mickey said.
Rafe was glad to hear Mickey sounded pretty bummed about it. Like he wanted to, he was just trying to keep them safe.
Rafe felt a fizzy burst of affection for him. Even though he was being kinda ridiculous. “Would youneedit?”
“Yes,” Mickey said regretfully. “I haven’t been tested in a while. I’ve always used condoms but …”
Rafe sighed. “Oh damn. I got tested after Logan, so I was hoping …”
“Good,” Mickey whispered, working his way back up Rafe’s neck. He whispered, “Good boy. I’m glad you did.”
Beneath him, Rafe trembled.
Oh shit. Yeah, helikedhearing that.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Mickey said, weirdly serious. “I won’t ever hurt you. Not unless you wanted it while we’re having sex.”
Rafe shrugged. “Only alittle. Like the biting and stuff you did earlier was so good, but I think we both get hurt enough in games to like …reallygo crazy with it.”
He knew some people were into that and he’d kinda wondered if Mickey was, but it didn’t seem like it.
Mickey laughed softly. “Yeah. True.”
