Page 51 of Hold On

Ren moved closer. Now he couldn’t see Dominic’s smile but he could feel their exhalations battling together, the sweet scent of apple, the almost-touch of their noses. No one had ever touched Dominic with care and consideration. Ren didn’t want to be the arsehole who messed things up, but…

“We don’t have to go for the record,” Dominic whispered. “Not today anyway.”

Dominic let out a shaky breath, then brushed his mouth softly over Ren’s before licking Ren’s upper lip. It was the most perfect moment, ever. Ren could feel Dominic’s tongue, wet and sweet and insistent, now trailing along his lower lip, then Dominic took hold of his hand and gripped tight. The way he took charge lit Ren up like a bolt of lightning in a stormy sky.

The kiss was everything it had been before and more. Ren had almost forgotten how good kissing could feel. The twelve months spent with Levan had wiped his mind of how a new connection felt. Those first touches… The smiles… The feel of another guy’s body against his own, another guy’s cock in his hand. Ren wanted more and his brain was overruled by his dick.

Button open.

Zip down.

Not his but Dominic’s. Ren managed both of those actions without Dominic wrenching himself away, so he risked going further and slipped his hand inside Dominic’s jeans. Dominic gasped into his mouth, bucked into his touch. His breathy, choked sounds made Ren’s heart hammer. Even as the sensible part of him—which was shrinking fast, unlike the not-sensible part—was shoutingtake it easy, Ren was worming his hand deeper, finding a way inside Dominic’s shorts and onto his cock. Hard, hot, thick and the tip wet with precome.They both groaned.

“Shall I stop?” Ren managed to ask.

“Tell me there’s no one around.”

Ren took a quick look. “No.”

“Then don’t stop.”

Because he was unwilling to take his hand away from Dominic’s erection, Ren struggled to tug down Dominic’s jeans and shorts, but didn’t give up until they wedged on his thighs. Low enough for him to do what he wanted to do without making a mess of their clothes. Hopefully. As long as he managed to control himself. He was so hard. Both of them were. Ren needed to come but he could wait. Hewouldwait. He pushed up Dominic’s T-shirt, and looked down.

Christ.That was a mistake because it made him even harder. Dominic’s cock was long and straight, thick yes, but not too thick, rising up from a nest of tight dark curls towards his navel. Ren wanted to press his face between Dominic’s legs, breathe him in, suck and lick and… Instead, he rested his head on Dominic’s chest, wrapped his hand around that delicious-looking cock, and while he inhaled the scent of the guy, he slowly jacked him off.

“Oh God, God,” Dominic whispered along with a whole lot of words that made no sense.

Ren’s fingers were wet and Dominic was slip-sliding in his grip. He squeezed and released, squeezed and released, then gave up watching and leaned up to press their mouths together, swallowing Dominic’s moans. A roll of his thumb over the silky cock head and he felt Dominic’s heart jump against his own. A moment later, his hand was full of come and Dominic was gasping.

Ren was still licking his fingers when Dominic opened his eyes and looked at him with something so desperate in his face that Ren wished he’d had the courage to tell him everything.

Chapter Eight

The moment Dominic’s cock jerked and he came in Ren’s hand, he’d felt as if his brain had short-circuited. Every vein in his body flowed with fire. His heart could have exploded and he wouldn’t have cared as long as he could feel that again. The lack of sense in that took a while to sink in. Ren’s touch, the feel of his fingers wrapped around him… The first…Oh fuck.No. Don’t.He choked up, couldn’t move, couldn’t even open his eyes.Christ.

He’d wanted this. He hadn’t freaked out.Get a fucking grip. This is not my father. This is not Adem. Don’t let the wonder of this escape.He forced his eyes open and saw Ren smiling as he licked come off his fingers. Dominic’s gut lurched and his cock pulsed again in a kind of seismic aftershock. He felt blissed out, awash in a swirl of new emotions and a sense of…a door being firmly shoved open. Those niggling, persistent fears about the way he’d react when this eventually happened—if it happened—and it was only part of what he wanted—had been squashed. Crushed. Destroyed.

He was normal. Well, normal for a gay guy. He enjoyed a few more seconds of satiated bliss before worries flooded back.Washe normal? Had he come too quickly? Did he taste…okay? Though Ren was still licking his fingers and humming, so… Did Ren want him to do the same to him?Can I?He just needed to get his body to work, but nothing was cooperating. Not even his brain, which not having exploded, was still wallowing in a flood of pleasurable hormones. Moving seemed a step too far.

“Have I blown your mind?” Ren grinned.

The guy had no idea. Dominic opened his mouth but when no words came out, he closed it again.

It was Ren who tugged up Dominic’s shorts and jeans, gently tucked his dick into place, then zipped and buttoned him up before lying down with his head on Dominic’s unbruised shoulder. Dominic knew he ought to say something but he still couldn’t speak.

“Didn’t want any passing pterodactyls thinking there’s a nice juicy worm down here for them to snack on,” Ren said. “Not that I’m suggesting your cock is worm-sized, though for a pterodactyl, I guess it might look—I’ll shut up now.”

You’re funny.Dominic wondered how he could be so lucky. Yes, he’d hoped but…

“I have no idea whether dinosaurs had penises,” Ren said. “Maybe pterodactyls reproduced by squirting semen from one cloaca to another. Like some birds. Cloacal kissing. Please don’t ask me how I know that. Christ, I’m reminding myself of Theo.”

Dominic smiled. He’d hoped to find someone eventually, but on the day he was released? Was fate finally on his side? He hesitated, then slid his hand down onto Ren’s jeans, only for Ren to catch hold of his wrist.

“You don’t need to.”

Not need—want!

“Archie!” cried a shrill voice.

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