Tim cleared his throat. “I think we got off on the wrong foot, Matheson. What do you say we try again? I’m Tim Reddy.” He rose, spilling Miss Su off his lap, and held out his hand.
Wills took it. “William Matheson, but my friends call me Wills.”
“Wills. I’ll go downstairs and tell Cris to call Tom and Jack.” Tim studied him closely. “There are towels on the shelves in the bathroom. Theo knows where everything is. Oh, and you’ve got half an hour.” He grinned and turned toward the door. “That should give you enough time for a little make-up sex.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“The bathroom is this way, babe.” I stopped in the bedroom to grab up my shaving kit and fumbled in it. “Shit!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t bring any supplies.” I dropped my kit on the vanity, shut the bathroom door, and turned on the water. “Never mind.” His eyes widened, he shivered and a flush ran from his collarbones, up past his throat, and coloring his cheeks, and I wondered what he was thinking.
“Theo. Your nose. I’m so sorry.” He touched my face gently. “How is it?”
“It’s fine.”
“It doesn’t hurt?”
“No. Well, not much.” His eyes clouded with distress. “I’m teasing, babe! I’m teasing!”
The distress faded, and he grinned, but it was crooked and not at all like the one that made me want to jump his bones. “I’ve never punched someone I’m supposed to care about. I can’t tell you how sorry…”
“I’m serious. I’m fine.” I could see it was really bothering him. “Are you gonna do it again?”
“No!”
“Okay, then, forget about it. Seriously, Wills, I’ve been hurt worse.”
He got that flat look. “Who?”
I cupped his cheek. “It was long ago, and the man is dead. Now, get your gorgeous ass in the shower. I think we’re a little overdue for that make-up sex.”
The flush rose over his cheeks again. He nodded, stripped off his socks, shorts, and undershirt, and stepped into the tub. “How…how do you want me?”
“Lean back, relax, and put yourself in my hands.”
“I’m all yours.”
Yes, he was. I joined him in the tub and paused to appreciate the vision before me. His nipples were erect little nubs, snagging the chain I’d given him, and his eyes were dark with passion now.
I fondled his balls, rolling them in their sac, then dropped to my knees and went down on him, and the sounds he made were more exciting to me than anything I’d ever heard.
His knees started to buckle, and I dug my fingers into his hips, keeping him upright. I pulled out every trick I knew and brought him to the edge of orgasm again and again.
“Theo! Oh, Jesus, please, Theo!”
I tickled the sensitive spot behind his balls, hollowed my cheeks and hummed a few bars from our song, and he bucked into my mouth, flooding it with his taste. I hummed again, this time in satisfaction. It had been too long.
I let his cock slip from my lips and sat back on my heels, frowning as I examined the marks on his hips. “I’m sorry, babe.”
“What are you apologizing for?” He pushed wet hair out of drowsy, sated eyes.
“All the bruises I put on your body.” I touched each one, knowing there would be more on his hips later.
“Do you hear me complaining?” He raised me to my feet and kissed me, his tongue scouring my mouth for a taste of himself, then wrapped his soap-slicked hand around my cock and teased my foreskin before he began jerking me off.
“No, but…” I groaned and lost my train of thought. How could I think straight when he was lighting up my universe with sky rockets and Roman candles?
“I thought you were going to fuck me bareback,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and gravelly against my throat.
“Wills!” I was shocked. “I’d never do that without talking to you about it first.” But in spite of that, I found the thought tantalizing.
Lips and teeth worked that patch of skin. “When we go home, I want you to do it. I want you to fuck me without a condom.”
My hips thrust forward once, twice, three times, and I came, shuddering and pouring semen into his hands. “I love you, Wills, more than anything.”
“More than anything?”
“More than hot chocolate on Christmas Eve, more than trick or treating on Halloween, more than fireworks on the Fourth of July, more than making out on the beach…” I was getting giddy and silly.
“And that was pretty damn hot. I love you too, babe.” His arm came around me and held me up, and we stood like that for a while. “Come on, we’d better wash up and get out of the shower. I think we’ve used up most of the half hour Tim gave us, as well as most of his hot water.”
We stroked soapy hands over each other’s bodies, being careful of sensitized cocks, and rinsed off. Then he turned off the water and reached for a towel.
“God, I’ve missed this.” He ran the towel over my chest and arms while I toyed with the charm that hung from his neck.
“These last four weeks—I was so lonely for you.”
“Oh, babe. I can’t—”
“Wills, were you serious about not using condoms anymore?”
“Serious as a heart attack, Theo. I know you’ve always tested clean, and so have I—all my latest labs are in a file in my desk—but if…if you’d rather I kept using them, I’ll…I’ll understand.”