Page 22 of Another Chance
“Hold your horses.” Eric stripped off his shirt, and he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of in that department. He was wider, broader, than Theo, shorter, stockier, less ridiculously ripped, but he’d still had no complaints when it was time to take the clothes off.
Theo didn’t seem to want to be the first to complain, either. Those hazel eyes of his went dark, and then he was on Eric, pushing him backward onto the bed again, half draped over him as those sweet pink lips wrapped around one of Eric’s nipples and sucked it into hardness.
That was fine with Eric. More than fine. He’d always been sensitive there, and he shuddered as he fumbled his jeans open, his cock begging for attention. In seconds, he was undressed, and then he was pulling Theo back on top of him, this time bare skin to bare skin.
This was what he’d dreamed about so many times, and now that he was getting it, he found that it wasn’t everything he had hoped it would be. It was more, so much more, so real and perfect, his shorter body seeming to slot perfectly against Theo’s long, lean one, kissing his Teddy over and over again, leaking all over each other as their hips dueled and their tongues tangled,and they brought each other closer and closer to the spiraling, overwhelming, point where they would both explode all over each other.
This time, that was enough. Eric had had so many fantasies, of course, and of doing much more than rutting together to release, but the reality of it was so much more vivid than anything he could have dreamed of. Could he even handle anything else?
There was no time to think about it, not right then. Their bodies seemed to have become one being, one entity, linked by the growing pleasure between them. Linked by the way their eyes were locked together, their grasping, desperate mouths, the tangling of their bodies.
Eric watched, wondering if Theo would make fun of him for this, because he was going to come way too hard and way too fast, just from the frenzied movements of his own cock against Theo’s. But when he looked into Theo’s eyes, he saw that the other man was in exactly the same position, he could tell by his panting breath and shining eyes and the flush of crimson on his cheeks.
“Teddy,” Eric whispered, and then he kissed him as the orgasm rocked through his body. He felt the shudders in Theo’s body, too, as they, linked in this, too, found their climax at the exact same time, shuddering and moaning into their desperate kiss as they washed each other in their fluids.
The whole thing, from the time Theo had stepped out of the shower until the time they found their release, took less than five minutes. Five minutes, for Eric’s life to change completely, for his whole world to spin on its axis.
They said that getting what you wanted was never as good as you thought it was going to be. That there was always some bit of sourness, some desire to get more once you’d met your goal. Eric had heard that, but lying there, with Theo on top of him, half squished under his weight and covered in sweat and cum, both his own and Theo’s, he knew for a fact that it wasn’t true.
Getting what he wanted, what he had literally never truly thought possible, was better than good. It was right, and perfect, and somehow inevitable. Or so it felt to him, with the sweat of his pleasure on his brow, gazing up at this man who was somehow on top of him, who had somehow been okay with what had just happened.
Groaning softly, Eric wrapped his arms around Theo and thought that he might just never let go. After sex, his instinct was always to cuddle close, which was part of why he tended to leave right after doing it.
In this case, he couldn’t have made himself leave. If someone had tried to pull him away, he would have resisted. It might have taken a crowbar and a strong man using it to force his arms away from Teddy, his perfect, infuriating, sexy as hell Teddy.
What did this all mean? He wanted to ask, but he knew, for him,nothing would turn him off faster than when a girl tried to push for sex to mean something when it just didn’t to him. He wasn’t about to start being annoying like that, so he took a deep breath, and he just allowed himself to bask, to float in a sea of satiation and satisfaction and affection.
Somewhere along the line, he fell asleep, though only very lightly. Poor Theo slept more deeply, and Eric couldn’t even believe that Theo had spent the night in a place like what the old house had become.
As he drifted, with Theo in his arms, he thought about what he would do to restore the house. Not that he’d been asked to help, but if he had, what would his first steps be?
Get some serious professional cleaners in, he decided, to get rid of all of that dust and mold. Fix up the hole in the side of the house, that he could do on his own, and then call in the exterminators.
Yes, that’s how he’d go about it. He smiled to himself and pulled Theo close, resting his head on the other man’s chest and listening to the slow pulse of his heart, letting it pull him further into rest.
Theo was in his arms. Theo was naked, and they’d just made each other come, hard. Yes, there were some problems which hadn’t been addressed, but right now, Eric was pretty sure that the best thing he could do was not look this gift horse in the mouth.
Even if Theo left tomorrow, it would have been worth it to him to have this one night. And somehow, deep down, maybe because he was some sort of idiot or something, Eric didn’t believe that Theo would leave this time.
Eventually, he supposed, Theo would have no choice but to leave, but with the sheer amount of work which needed to be done on the house, that could be weeks and weeks in the future. In the meantime, well, why not let himself be happy? Why not let himself enjoy this while he could?
He burrowed his face in Theo’s shoulder and breathed his scent, musky and masculine and so familiar that it set off a low ache inside of him, deep into his lungs, deep inside of himself.
Right where Theo belonged, he thought happily to himself, and then surrendered to the dark, comforting waters of sleep, and for this one moment, at least, he was utterly and completely content.
