his grip, pushed Russ’s leg up, and kissed back, increasing the pace of his thrusting. Russ jerked when Dave’s cock found his prostate. “There!”
“There, lover?” Dave slowed, trying to find the spot again.
“Yes.” Russ clenched, digging his fingers into Dave’s back.
Dave picked up speed again, aiming his cock for that spot. Sometimes the head hit; sometimes the thick length dragged along it. Russ was hard again, his prick rubbing against Dave’s abs. Dave pushed up, pulling Russ’s ass up into the air, thrusting harder. Russ arched his head back, pushing his butt at Dave’s cock. The position was hard to hold, but Dave had a better angle on his prostate. Dave collapsed back down to kiss him.
Beneath him, the bed squeaked and groaned. God, he’d missed that sound. Missed the chafing of the sheets under his back, the slap of hips against the backs of his thighs, the friction of flesh where his ribs rocked against Dave’s planted forearm with each thrust.
Russ dug his heels into the backs of Dave’s legs. One arm looped around Dave’s neck, the other left free to wander.
Russ arched up and back, clenching his ass.
“God! Russell!”
Dave slipped on the bed, going down on one elbow. Russ realized the gripping hug, the short sharp jabs of Dave’s hips meant Dave was coming. Russ held on tight, petting and stroking. The scent was strong, the combination of sweat and lube and come that was two men having sex. Russ reveled in it.
“Sorry. So fast. Too long.”
“Help me.” Russ found Dave’s hand, guided it to his own cock. He buried his tongue in his lover’s mouth as Dave brought him to the edge and over.
The kiss went lazy, lips and tongues and deep, panting breaths. Their bodies curled and straightened and twined around each other, slick and sticky and spent.
“Sorry.” Dave found his voice. “I wanted that to last.”
“David.” Russ rolled to the side, pressing their torsos firmly together. “It was with you. Nothing else matters. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Russ sighed, relaxing, enjoying the nearness of his lover.
“I’m sorry, Russell.”
Russ smiled. “Dave, I just told you—”
“I’m sorry.” Dave’s eyes were wet, spilling over. Russ’s heart clenched. Dave never cried. “I’m sorry I was away so long. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry I missed so much. I’m sorry you had to do this on your own.”
“God, David—”
“I’m sorry. You got stuck raising two kids. They’re not even your kids. I’m so sorry.”
“David Austin Atwood.” Russ grabbed Dave’s jaw in both hands. “They are my children. You are my husband, and Emily and Austin are my children, as much as they are yours.” Russ softened, pressing a hard kiss against Dave’s mouth. He followed the tear trails with his thumbs, smearing them across the tanned skin. Dave tightened the arms around Russ’s waist. “I may not have been part of your life when Ems and Aus were born, David, but the happiest day of my life was when you invited me into yours. Kids and all.”
Russ brushed a hand over Dave’s short hair. “That includes your military service.” Russ swallowed and lay his head back down. “Did I like it? No. But the service was important to you, and I understood that coming in. That’s why I asked all those questions.”
“Way back when.” Dave’s hand found his, roughly lacing their fingers together.
“Not that we’re any older.”
Dave rolled toward him, and for once, Russ found himself being used as a pillow. He stroked down Dave’s back, relaxing himself even as the tension drained from Dave’s body. They were going to stick together, but that meant showering together, and that was not a bad thing.
“Russ?”
“Mmm.”
“Be here when I wake up?”
Russ pulled their joined hands up to kiss Dave’s. “Always.”
D AVE REALLY had shoved everything into the fridge. The shelves had been mostly empty before the trip, the fridge spacious
“There, lover?” Dave slowed, trying to find the spot again.
“Yes.” Russ clenched, digging his fingers into Dave’s back.
Dave picked up speed again, aiming his cock for that spot. Sometimes the head hit; sometimes the thick length dragged along it. Russ was hard again, his prick rubbing against Dave’s abs. Dave pushed up, pulling Russ’s ass up into the air, thrusting harder. Russ arched his head back, pushing his butt at Dave’s cock. The position was hard to hold, but Dave had a better angle on his prostate. Dave collapsed back down to kiss him.
Beneath him, the bed squeaked and groaned. God, he’d missed that sound. Missed the chafing of the sheets under his back, the slap of hips against the backs of his thighs, the friction of flesh where his ribs rocked against Dave’s planted forearm with each thrust.
Russ dug his heels into the backs of Dave’s legs. One arm looped around Dave’s neck, the other left free to wander.
Russ arched up and back, clenching his ass.
“God! Russell!”
Dave slipped on the bed, going down on one elbow. Russ realized the gripping hug, the short sharp jabs of Dave’s hips meant Dave was coming. Russ held on tight, petting and stroking. The scent was strong, the combination of sweat and lube and come that was two men having sex. Russ reveled in it.
“Sorry. So fast. Too long.”
“Help me.” Russ found Dave’s hand, guided it to his own cock. He buried his tongue in his lover’s mouth as Dave brought him to the edge and over.
The kiss went lazy, lips and tongues and deep, panting breaths. Their bodies curled and straightened and twined around each other, slick and sticky and spent.
“Sorry.” Dave found his voice. “I wanted that to last.”
“David.” Russ rolled to the side, pressing their torsos firmly together. “It was with you. Nothing else matters. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Russ sighed, relaxing, enjoying the nearness of his lover.
“I’m sorry, Russell.”
Russ smiled. “Dave, I just told you—”
“I’m sorry.” Dave’s eyes were wet, spilling over. Russ’s heart clenched. Dave never cried. “I’m sorry I was away so long. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry I missed so much. I’m sorry you had to do this on your own.”
“God, David—”
“I’m sorry. You got stuck raising two kids. They’re not even your kids. I’m so sorry.”
“David Austin Atwood.” Russ grabbed Dave’s jaw in both hands. “They are my children. You are my husband, and Emily and Austin are my children, as much as they are yours.” Russ softened, pressing a hard kiss against Dave’s mouth. He followed the tear trails with his thumbs, smearing them across the tanned skin. Dave tightened the arms around Russ’s waist. “I may not have been part of your life when Ems and Aus were born, David, but the happiest day of my life was when you invited me into yours. Kids and all.”
Russ brushed a hand over Dave’s short hair. “That includes your military service.” Russ swallowed and lay his head back down. “Did I like it? No. But the service was important to you, and I understood that coming in. That’s why I asked all those questions.”
“Way back when.” Dave’s hand found his, roughly lacing their fingers together.
“Not that we’re any older.”
Dave rolled toward him, and for once, Russ found himself being used as a pillow. He stroked down Dave’s back, relaxing himself even as the tension drained from Dave’s body. They were going to stick together, but that meant showering together, and that was not a bad thing.
“Russ?”
“Mmm.”
“Be here when I wake up?”
Russ pulled their joined hands up to kiss Dave’s. “Always.”
D AVE REALLY had shoved everything into the fridge. The shelves had been mostly empty before the trip, the fridge spacious
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