hand slid down over John’s hip, then forward until his fingertips brushed the base of his shaft. John gasped into Fergus’s mouth, squirming with need until that hand wrapped around his length.
Fergus’s strokes began, as slow and strong as his kiss. His tongue swirled in John’s mouth as his thumb flicked over the ridge beneath his head with each pass.
With a muffled moan, John linked his arms around Fergus’s neck, holding tight on this strangely intimate ride. He marveled that here in a bathhouse, in the presence of other men, it seemed as if they were the only two people in the world.
Fergus took John higher with each stroke, a slow but inexorable climb that sent blood pounding through every cell. Thighs locked tight around Fergus’s, John forced himself to hold still and dwell in this kiss, in the taste of absolute trust on his tongue.
Finally the pressure of the swirling water and Fergus’s hand became too much. “I’m gonnae come if you don’t stop,” John said.
“I’m not stopping, so…” Fergus licked the corner of John’s mouth, slipping the tip of his tongue inside. “I guess you’ll be coming.”
“Here?” John panted. “Now?”
“Here. Now.” Fergus gripped him harder and stroked faster. “Everywhere. Always.”
As the orgasm swept over him, John slung his head back and cried out, not caring who saw or heard. All that mattered was Fergus, whose shoulders John now clutched to keep from dissolving and drowning in the heat that flowed around, through, and out of his body.
When the final shudders subsided, John slid his hand down Fergus’s smooth chest, over his tight, defined abs, until it arrived at the base of Fergus’s rigid cock. “My turn,” he said, his thumb and forefinger encircling the shaft. “I want to make you—”
“Wait.” Fergus gently removed John’s hand. “Not yet.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Fergus took John’s face between his palms and pressed their foreheads together. “Look, I know we just met and all, but I think I’m in love with you.”
John chuckled. “Me too. With you, I mean, not me.”
“In fact…” Fergus shut his eyes tight. “This will sound absolutely mad, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Me too. Again, with you , not me.” John kissed him softly, his mind still draped in a post-orgasmic fog. “I’m pretty much stuck with me.”
Fergus opened his eyes. “Do you understand what I’m asking?”
“Asking?” John tilted his head. “You didn’t ask—”
His heart thudded to a stop, then began to pound faster than ever. Oh God.
“John.” Fergus’s face shone with sweat and steam and something more. “If you say no, I won’t be hurt. It won’t change a thing between us, I swear. But I’d truly love to be your husband.”
The last several words had tumbled out so fast, and with all the background noise—the water’s burble, the music’s throb, and the other men’s moans—John wasn’t 100 percent certain what Fergus had asked.
“Yes,” John said anyway. “I’d love to be your husband.”
Fergus’s jaw dropped, and John wondered if he’d in fact misheard.
“That was what you asked me, aye?” John said. “To marry you?”
Fergus just stared at him, then nodded mutely.
John’s pulse raced faster. “Did you expect me to say no?”
“No, I—I didn’t expect to ask the question now.” Fergus looked as shocked as John felt. “I was going to wait until tonight.”
John was confused. “So…should we pretend this didn’t happen?”
“No!” Fergus wrapped his arms about John’s waist again. “I’ve thought about making this permanent every day since we moved in together. But I know I’m not always easy to live with.”
John wanted to laugh at the absurdity. “Fergus, you’re the easiest person I could ever live with, because you’re the one I need to go on living. Without you, my lungs would say ‘sod this for a lark’ and just give
Fergus’s strokes began, as slow and strong as his kiss. His tongue swirled in John’s mouth as his thumb flicked over the ridge beneath his head with each pass.
With a muffled moan, John linked his arms around Fergus’s neck, holding tight on this strangely intimate ride. He marveled that here in a bathhouse, in the presence of other men, it seemed as if they were the only two people in the world.
Fergus took John higher with each stroke, a slow but inexorable climb that sent blood pounding through every cell. Thighs locked tight around Fergus’s, John forced himself to hold still and dwell in this kiss, in the taste of absolute trust on his tongue.
Finally the pressure of the swirling water and Fergus’s hand became too much. “I’m gonnae come if you don’t stop,” John said.
“I’m not stopping, so…” Fergus licked the corner of John’s mouth, slipping the tip of his tongue inside. “I guess you’ll be coming.”
“Here?” John panted. “Now?”
“Here. Now.” Fergus gripped him harder and stroked faster. “Everywhere. Always.”
As the orgasm swept over him, John slung his head back and cried out, not caring who saw or heard. All that mattered was Fergus, whose shoulders John now clutched to keep from dissolving and drowning in the heat that flowed around, through, and out of his body.
When the final shudders subsided, John slid his hand down Fergus’s smooth chest, over his tight, defined abs, until it arrived at the base of Fergus’s rigid cock. “My turn,” he said, his thumb and forefinger encircling the shaft. “I want to make you—”
“Wait.” Fergus gently removed John’s hand. “Not yet.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Fergus took John’s face between his palms and pressed their foreheads together. “Look, I know we just met and all, but I think I’m in love with you.”
John chuckled. “Me too. With you, I mean, not me.”
“In fact…” Fergus shut his eyes tight. “This will sound absolutely mad, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Me too. Again, with you , not me.” John kissed him softly, his mind still draped in a post-orgasmic fog. “I’m pretty much stuck with me.”
Fergus opened his eyes. “Do you understand what I’m asking?”
“Asking?” John tilted his head. “You didn’t ask—”
His heart thudded to a stop, then began to pound faster than ever. Oh God.
“John.” Fergus’s face shone with sweat and steam and something more. “If you say no, I won’t be hurt. It won’t change a thing between us, I swear. But I’d truly love to be your husband.”
The last several words had tumbled out so fast, and with all the background noise—the water’s burble, the music’s throb, and the other men’s moans—John wasn’t 100 percent certain what Fergus had asked.
“Yes,” John said anyway. “I’d love to be your husband.”
Fergus’s jaw dropped, and John wondered if he’d in fact misheard.
“That was what you asked me, aye?” John said. “To marry you?”
Fergus just stared at him, then nodded mutely.
John’s pulse raced faster. “Did you expect me to say no?”
“No, I—I didn’t expect to ask the question now.” Fergus looked as shocked as John felt. “I was going to wait until tonight.”
John was confused. “So…should we pretend this didn’t happen?”
“No!” Fergus wrapped his arms about John’s waist again. “I’ve thought about making this permanent every day since we moved in together. But I know I’m not always easy to live with.”
John wanted to laugh at the absurdity. “Fergus, you’re the easiest person I could ever live with, because you’re the one I need to go on living. Without you, my lungs would say ‘sod this for a lark’ and just give
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