“So am I.” I’d been toying with my cock and balls, running a fingertip over the spot where we were joined, teasing his shaft as it withdrew from my hole and then plunged back in. I smeared the precome that was oozing from the slit at the tip of my cock over its length and began jerking off in earnest.
“God, you’re so hot.” Wills growled, his teeth bared, and his hips moved faster, driving his cock into me deeper, harder. The chain around his neck beat against his torso in time to his thrusts. I caught it in my hand and pulled his head down toward me. “Yes.” He fastened his lips to mine and swallowed my groans.
My internal muscles clamped down around the bulk of him as streamers of come erupted from me, splattering us both.
Two more thrusts, and he stilled, and for the first time he poured himself into me, no barrier there to blunt the welcome heat of his semen.
For a while the only sound was our panting as we struggled to catch our breaths.
“That was the most amazing thing.”
“Yeah.” I rested my palm against his cheek so he met my eyes. “It was never like that for me, Wills. Before you came into my life, I never…” I bit my lip, afraid he might tease me, might say in return, “Don’t tell me you never came,” or something like that.
Instead he turned his head and pressed a kiss into my palm. “So you see, we have to stay together, Theo. We’re perfect for each other.”
“Yes, we are.” I kissed the hinge of his jaw. “Let me up. I’ll get a washcloth to clean us up, and then we can snuggle if you like.”
“Why don’t we snuggle right now? We can shower and get dressed in a little while.”
“You don’t want to spend the day in bed with me?”
“Yes, but there’s one thing I want just a bit more.” He turned my face and brushed his lips over mine in a barely there kiss that tantalized and tingled. “I want us to pick out our rings. I have something in mind to be engraved in yours, and that will take a little time.”
“Okay. What’s it gonna say?”
“You’ll have to wait until I put it on your finger.”
“But I won’t be able to read it once it’s on my finger.”
“Really?” His eyes were opened wide, and I pinched his ass.
“Don’t try that innocent routine with me, Matheson. You just don’t want to tell me. Okay, fine. Be like that.” I tried to look hurt, but I was feeling too good, and he’d come to know me too well. He ran his fingertips over my ribs, and I convulsed into laughter, nearly bucking him off.
“I love you, Theo.” He nuzzled the spot where my shoulder and neck joined. “I’m so lucky.”
“I’m the lucky one. Out of all the people in the world, you chose me.” I sighed happily and rubbed my thumb over his nipple, plumping it. “You would look good with a nipple ring, babe.”
“Can you wait until I’m thirty-five?”
“How come thirty-five?”
“I’ll be retired from the field and then it won’t matter. They’re a little rigid about things like tattoos and body piercings.”
The same company that didn’t seem to have a problem with him openly living with another man? “Uh…okay. ” And then what he’s said struck me. “You retire at thirty-five?”
“Company policy. All active field agents retire at thirty-five and become desk jockeys.”
Eight more years. I sighed in relief. I wasn’t going to tell him, but now that I knew what he did, every time he went out of town I’d be worrying and praying that he came home safely to me.
“Babe?”
I smiled up at him. “So once you’re thirty-five, I’ll be able to talk you into getting a nipple pierced?”
“Well, I hope I’ll be able to talk you out of wanting me to have that done, but sure, if you really want me to. I’ll even get a tattoo for you.”
“My name on your ass?”
He gave a little huff of laughter. “If that’s what you want, babe.”
I’d never gotten a tattoo because in the business it wasn’t a good idea—what worked for one john most likely wouldn’t for another—but now…We could get matching tats, not on our asses, but over our hearts. I pictured us growing old and gray together, the waistbands of our trousers up under our armpits, our dentures side by side on the night table…I must have said it aloud.
“Theo.” Wills framed my face in his hands and bent toward me, his eyes on my lips, and I moaned and rose to meet his kiss, the only thought now how good this felt.
* * * *
We went to Mount Olympus later that afternoon to pick out rings. Mason, the sales associate who’d assisted me with my Valentine purchase for Wills, was working, and he recognized me.
“Good afternoon, sir. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” He looked Wills over, spotted the gold chain at the throat of his open-necked shirt, and cocked a questioning eyebrow at me.
“Yes.” I couldn’t help grinning proudly.
“Ah. He is very masculine.”