jerking back, Rick shouted, coming in a hot spurt, and Eli held onto him, milking his pleasure even as his own balls tightened up unbearably. He wanted to make it last.
Collapsing onto the bed next to him, Rick dragged Eli to him for a kiss. He deserved a cuddle, but rolled over onto his belly. “You bring the stuff?” he teased and presented his very tanned, very firm ass.
“Yeah, but I thought maybe you’d want to rest…” Eli couldn’t help drawing a finger down his back. The muscles jumped and twitched, flexing under his touch.
“What I want is for you to suit that cock up, and fuck me. I’m ready—you don’t need to do a lot of prep.”
Aroused and more than a little curious, Eli slid his finger along his crack. An anal plug sat tucked neatly between his cheeks, stretching his anus. It had to be the sexiest thing Rick had ever done for him
“Oh, fuck me.” A drop of pre-cum beaded along the tip of Eli’s cock. He launched off the bed for the condoms and lube he’d packed, and it only took a moment to retrieve both. Suited up, he toyed with the plug.
“That was the idea.” Rick groaned. “It’s been so long—I thought I wanted to make it easier for both of us.”
Eli paused. He knew he hadn’t—had Rick? “So no one else?”
“No.”
Leaning forward, Eli kissed him hard. “I love you.”
“I know.” He laughed.
Easing the plug out, Eli added lube to slick the wheels. He hoped Rick really was ready, because he ached so bad he didn’t think he could afford anymore foreplay. He slid the crown of his cock into the softened ring of muscles, desire cranking a vise around his balls, and he thought he might lock up there, but he kept pushing, easing forward in short bursts.
Rick’s body accepted him, dragging him forward and it was tight—so damn tight. A hot, slick clasp massaging his dick with every push. Pulling Rick up onto his knees, Eli barely restrained the thrust of his own hips. He was close—way too damn close to wait.
Beneath him, Rick vibrated with a growling groan. Eli fought to hang onto his control, to keep the thrusts even. No matter how prepared he was, he had no intention of hurting him. Pleasure coursed through him and turned his spine into liquid iron. He came in a hard rush, the world exploding before he collapsed on Rick’s back and sagged. Dizzy from it, he lay there.
“Welcome home,” Rick murmured beneath him and Eli laughed softly.
Yeah, it was damn good to be home.
Chapter Six
Waking up before Eli the next morning afforded Rick the opportunity to watch him sleep. They hadn’t really talked much the night before. Instead, they’d fallen back into each other’s arms and stayed there. They laughed, had sex, and watched a game. And when Rick went to sleep, Eli pillowed his head against the man’s shoulder, the rich musk of their combined scents filling his nostrils.
He went to sleep happy.
So why had he woken with doubts?
Because we still haven’t figured out what the hell we’re doing, that’s why . Rick sighed. He’d managed to inspect most of Eli’s new scars—four of them to be exact. A knife injury on his hip, a puckered rash of scars down the back of his right thigh from sliding down an outcropping, and two deep nicks behind his left ear from hitting the rocks below when he landed. The casual delivery of the incidents spoke volumes.
Eli was a sniper. He did a lot of training, but most of his fieldwork took place in isolation with a spotter and little else around. If he took injuries, it was on the go for a target.
But that’s the life he chose for himself and the life I knew he had when we met…I can hardly complain about it now .
Well, he could. But he wouldn’t.
“You’re doing it again,” Eli murmured, his eyes still closed and one arm tucked behind his head.
“Doing what?”
“Watching me. Weighing your options. Worrying.” He cracked his eyelids open and stared at him sleepily.
“Guilty. I want to bring it up
Collapsing onto the bed next to him, Rick dragged Eli to him for a kiss. He deserved a cuddle, but rolled over onto his belly. “You bring the stuff?” he teased and presented his very tanned, very firm ass.
“Yeah, but I thought maybe you’d want to rest…” Eli couldn’t help drawing a finger down his back. The muscles jumped and twitched, flexing under his touch.
“What I want is for you to suit that cock up, and fuck me. I’m ready—you don’t need to do a lot of prep.”
Aroused and more than a little curious, Eli slid his finger along his crack. An anal plug sat tucked neatly between his cheeks, stretching his anus. It had to be the sexiest thing Rick had ever done for him
“Oh, fuck me.” A drop of pre-cum beaded along the tip of Eli’s cock. He launched off the bed for the condoms and lube he’d packed, and it only took a moment to retrieve both. Suited up, he toyed with the plug.
“That was the idea.” Rick groaned. “It’s been so long—I thought I wanted to make it easier for both of us.”
Eli paused. He knew he hadn’t—had Rick? “So no one else?”
“No.”
Leaning forward, Eli kissed him hard. “I love you.”
“I know.” He laughed.
Easing the plug out, Eli added lube to slick the wheels. He hoped Rick really was ready, because he ached so bad he didn’t think he could afford anymore foreplay. He slid the crown of his cock into the softened ring of muscles, desire cranking a vise around his balls, and he thought he might lock up there, but he kept pushing, easing forward in short bursts.
Rick’s body accepted him, dragging him forward and it was tight—so damn tight. A hot, slick clasp massaging his dick with every push. Pulling Rick up onto his knees, Eli barely restrained the thrust of his own hips. He was close—way too damn close to wait.
Beneath him, Rick vibrated with a growling groan. Eli fought to hang onto his control, to keep the thrusts even. No matter how prepared he was, he had no intention of hurting him. Pleasure coursed through him and turned his spine into liquid iron. He came in a hard rush, the world exploding before he collapsed on Rick’s back and sagged. Dizzy from it, he lay there.
“Welcome home,” Rick murmured beneath him and Eli laughed softly.
Yeah, it was damn good to be home.
Chapter Six
Waking up before Eli the next morning afforded Rick the opportunity to watch him sleep. They hadn’t really talked much the night before. Instead, they’d fallen back into each other’s arms and stayed there. They laughed, had sex, and watched a game. And when Rick went to sleep, Eli pillowed his head against the man’s shoulder, the rich musk of their combined scents filling his nostrils.
He went to sleep happy.
So why had he woken with doubts?
Because we still haven’t figured out what the hell we’re doing, that’s why . Rick sighed. He’d managed to inspect most of Eli’s new scars—four of them to be exact. A knife injury on his hip, a puckered rash of scars down the back of his right thigh from sliding down an outcropping, and two deep nicks behind his left ear from hitting the rocks below when he landed. The casual delivery of the incidents spoke volumes.
Eli was a sniper. He did a lot of training, but most of his fieldwork took place in isolation with a spotter and little else around. If he took injuries, it was on the go for a target.
But that’s the life he chose for himself and the life I knew he had when we met…I can hardly complain about it now .
Well, he could. But he wouldn’t.
“You’re doing it again,” Eli murmured, his eyes still closed and one arm tucked behind his head.
“Doing what?”
“Watching me. Weighing your options. Worrying.” He cracked his eyelids open and stared at him sleepily.
“Guilty. I want to bring it up
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