by Megan Slayer
The door creaked and the knob clicked. Bobby sat on the bed beside Remy. “Sleeping already?”
“No. I’m simply thinking.” Remy laced his fingers together on his belly. “After everything that’s happened today, I didn’t expect to be right here.” He opened his eyes and met Bobby’s gaze. “This morning, I was on top of the world. I couldn’t wait to get through the day so I could spend the evening with you. I looked forward to the race that should be taking place tomorrow. Then the flags happened and the interview. Things went to shit so fast. While I was in the hospital, I thought about you and us. I worried you’d tell me I was a liability. You wouldn’t want me around the kids because of the Coalition.”
“Because of them, I want you around. I can’t see my life right now without you.”
“You’re crazy.”
“More than a little, but who cares?” Bobby offered his hand. “Come shower with me. I’m sure you want the hospital stink and the funk of the day off you.”
“You’d be shocked, but yeah, I do.” He sat up and allowed Bobby to yank him into the bathroom. He shrugged out of his shirt and fumbled with his pants.
“I can help you.” Bobby popped the button on Remy’s jeans. “I play a wicked nurse.” He eased the denim and Remy’s boxer shorts down his legs. “I’m good at special care.”
“I have no doubt.” Remy grasped the edge of the shower stall for stability. He stepped out of the cumbersome clothing and swept his gaze over Bobby’s body. The man was sexy. So caring and handsome, but sweet and had a huge heart. How’d I manage to find such a great guy?
“Here. Let me.” Bobby reached into the stall and turned on the water. “I’m all for crazy-hot water.”
“Me too.”
When Bobby yanked his shirt up over his head, Remy gasped. He’d already seen Bobby naked, but looking at him never got old. Each muscle flexed as Bobby moved. The thin trail of hair down his belly dipped beneath the waistband of his pants. When Bobby stepped out of his jeans, Remy swayed on his feet.
“Get in there before you fall.” Bobby eased into the shower behind Remy. He reached around Remy and plucked the washcloth and shower gel from the rack. “Babe, they really did get you.” He kissed Remy’s shoulder. “You’re purple all over.”
“I got a few return punches in.” He sighed as the steaming hot water sluiced over his aching body. His nipples beaded and blood rushed to his cock. He slid his hand over his shaft. Just touching himself added to his pleasure.
“Turn around so I can wash you.” Bobby didn’t give Remy much of a chance to argue. Instead, he turned Remy around. Bobby feathered kisses over each bruise, then caressed the soap into Remy’s skin.
Remy breathed in the scent of Bobby, the soap and whatever air freshener he had in the bathroom. Remy’s head swam. Each stroke and kiss relaxed him and soothed his soul. Horniness overwhelmed him, along with the desire to give himself completely over to Bobby.
“Gonna sleep on me?” Bobby stood. He rinsed the washcloth, then added more soap. “Better not.”
“Nah. You’ve relaxed me, though.” The man was so tender, loving, and treating Remy like they were true partners.
“Good.” Bobby eased under the spray and scrubbed himself down. He didn’t take the time or the care like he had with Remy.
Remy tried to steal the cloth from Bobby’s hands, but Bobby swatted him away. “I want to take care of you,” Remy said. “You did for me.”
“I wasn’t assaulted today.” Bobby switched off the water. “Shit. I forgot to wash your hair.”
“You can do it later.” Remy reached out of the stall for the towel, but Bobby beat him to the punch. “I’m not an invalid.”
“I know.” Bobby smoothed the terry cloth over Remy’s body, taking care not to put too much pressure on the bruises. “But you’ve been through a lot.”
“Okay.”
Bobby grinned. “Stretch out on the bed. Stretch out while I get dried off.”
Remy eyeballed Bobby, then did as he was told. Who was he to argue? He lay down again and closed his eyes. After the shower, stretching out did feel good. He could sleep for a week. The blood surged through his veins. He’d been hard since the shower, but now he tingled everywhere. He cupped his balls. No more sleeping now. He wanted to fuck or be fucked. He didn’t care as long as he had an orgasm.
“Hey, you.”
Remy opened his eyes and watched Bobby move around the room. Bobby dug through his dresser, then the drawer in the nightstand. He crawled onto the bed between Remy’s legs and dropped three items onto the mattress. Remy recognized the lube and condom packet, but the second bottle had him flummoxed.
Bobby leaned over Remy and kissed his way down Remy’s sternum. He scraped his teeth over Remy’s nipple, then swirled his tongue around Remy’s navel.
“Oh God,” Remy groaned. He grabbed the sheets and rubbed his cock along Bobby’s chest. He was so horny… He needed to climax.
“God, you’re hot.” Bobby kissed and licked along Remy’s inner thigh.
Remy spread his legs even more and planted his feet on the mattress. “Need you,” he whispered.
“You’ve got me,” Bobby replied. He wrapped his fingers around Remy’s shaft and flicked his tongue across the blunt head of Remy’s cock.
Shivers raced down Remy’s spine. “Feels so good.”
“Knew you’d like it.” Bobby dragged his lips across the underside of Remy’s dick and continued to stroke him. “Love the way you moan,” Bobby whispered. He engulfed Remy’s cock in his mouth and bobbed his head.
Remy palmed the top of Bobby’s head. He knew he and Bobby should be quiet. The kids were in the next room, and he doubted Bobby wanted anyone coming to check on them, but damn it…not making noise was hard. He bucked his hips.
“Bobby,” Remy murmured. “Oh.” He hadn’t realized just how close he already was to orgasm until Bobby raked his teeth along the length of Remy’s dick.
Bobby cupped Remy’s balls and sucked Remy to the back of his throat.
A fresh wave of sizzles broke out in Remy’s body. He grasped Bobby’s head. “More,” Remy bit out. “Oh God, more.”
Bobby increased his speed and glanced up at Remy. He grinned as he sucked Remy’s dick.
Remy shivered and bucked again. The muscles in his legs tensed and he arched his back. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hold the orgasm in check.
“I. Need. To. Come.” Remy jammed his cock down Bobby’s throat and embraced the climax. He panted. Everything within him that was wound tight loosened. He sagged against the bed and let go of Bobby. “You’ll kill me.”
He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. The only thing that mattered was being in the moment with Bobby.
“You’ll live.” Bobby smacked his lips. “You taste good too.” He picked up the extra bottle and dribbled the fluid onto his hand. “Now that you’re loose, I’m going to rub you down.”
Remy nodded. He’d allow Bobby to do pretty much whatever Bobby wanted. He belonged to Bobby, heart and soul.
Bobby grinned as he rubbed the oil into Remy’s chest. His hands glided over Remy’s skin and relaxed Remy even more. Each time Bobby met Remy’s gaze, he smiled. When he worked his way back up Remy’s belly to his chest, Remy whimpered. Nothing hurt. The weight of the moment overwhelmed him.
“You’re okay?” Bobby asked. He nudged Remy’s legs apart again and caressed Remy’s semi-hard cock.
“I’m fine.” Remy reached for Bobby. “Let me touch you.”
“Touch away—while I fuck you.” There was firelight in Bobby’s eyes. He stroked Remy’s dick. “You’re mine.”
Remy shivered again. He loved when Bobby took control. He eased his hands around the back of his knees and bared his ass to his lover. “Please, fuck me.”
“You know I will.” Bobby trailed his fingers up and down Remy’s chest and plucked Remy’s nipples.
Need and desire built within Remy. He flexed his asshole. “Bobby, please?” He b
arely recognized the begging in his voice, but he knew the ragged need very well. Bobby had him right on the edge.
“Mine,” Bobby said. He nudged the bottle of massage oil aside, then picked up the lube. He dribbled it onto his fingers.
Remy couldn’t look away from Bobby. The sight of Bobby between his legs turned him on. He’d used lube on his own body plenty of times, but Bobby made the act look so fucking hot. Sparks shot through Remy’s veins.
Bobby traced the circle of Remy’s asshole with his index finger, then breached the tight ring of muscle. Within seconds, he added a second digit. No warning. Instead, Bobby simply went for full throttle. Remy bore down on him and exhaled. There was never a dull moment with Bobby, and he liked it that way. Remy rocked his hips, moving Bobby’s fingers within his ass. God, he was wanton and shameless, but he needed this.
“Feels so good,” Remy said. He’d already come once, but the second orgasm built within his belly. “Jesus. Put your cock in me.”
“Naughty.” Bobby leaned in close to Remy and kissed him. “Love when you’re raw.”
“You made me this way.” He refused to get stuck on Bobby using the word love again. Right then he was too far gone to let Bobby’s words mess up his brain.
Bobby eased his fingers from Remy’s hole, then opened the condom wrapper. “Put this on me.”
Although his brain cells were misfiring, Remy moved on instinct and took the rubber from Bobby. He rolled the condom over Bobby’s cock and stroked him. “So hard and sexy.” He wanted to suck that dick between his lips. Maybe tomorrow night? Or later after a shower?
“Hard and sexy like you?” Bobby dumped more lube onto his fingers, then stroked himself. He caressed Remy’s fingers on his cock. “I fantasize about you.”
“Yeah?” He needed to hear this. “How? What am I doing?” As long as they were together and someone came, he’d be happy.
“You’re on your hands and knees.” Bobby folded Remy in half and eased his dick into Remy’s hole. He sank in balls-deep, then groaned and paused. “You rock on me and beg me to fuck you.”
“Like right now?” Remy met Bobby’s gaze. He loved looking his lover in the eye during sex. “Except I’m not on my knees.”
“Yeah.” Bobby tipped his head back and his lips parted. He moaned, and the sound traveled around the room. He gripped Remy’s knees.
“Move, please?” he whispered. He flexed his asshole. “Bobby.”
“You keep begging like that.” Bobby’s Adam’s apple moved along his throat. His nipples beaded and a fine sheen of sweat glistened on his chest.
Remy dug his fingers into his legs. “Bobby.”
“Like that.” Bobby bowed his head and closed his eyes. His brow knotted and little lines crinkled around his eyes. The muscle in his jaw tensed. He shifted his hips, finally moving within Remy.
The delicious game of waiting pleased Remy. He liked the act of lovemaking to be prolonged. He breathed in deep and the scent of Bobby’s cologne wrapped around him. He forgot about the assault and pretty much everything else in his life except for Bobby.
“Jesus,” Bobby bit out. He opened his eyes. His lips formed an O , as if he were about to say something, but no sound came out.
“You’re blowing my mind.” Remy couldn’t move much and he wanted to. He needed to get Bobby going, but it was as though the man was stuck in slow motion. In to the hilt, then almost all the way out before he sank back again.
A slow smile curled on Bobby’s lips. “I feel you in my soul.” He focused on Remy. “Everything I want.”
Remy tried to nod. Bobby made him happy in so many ways. “Fuck me.”
“Aren’t I doing that already?” Bobby’s smile kicked up in wattage. He yanked Remy to the edge of the bed and plunged back into him.
Remy gasped. Despite the condom, he felt every ridge and nuance of Bobby’s dick.
Bobby gritted his teeth and hissed. “Mine.” He stopped the slow thrusts and built up speed. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room. His fingernails bit into Remy’s skin. Bobby shivered and leaned forward. He kept pushing in and out of Remy.
“Like that?” Bobby asked. “My cock in your ass?”
“Love it.” Remy craned his neck and tried to kiss Bobby. “Need it.”
“Do you?” Bobby grinned again. He slid his hand down to Remy’s ass cheek and spanked. Hard.
Pain radiated through Remy. He gasped, but before he could protest, the pain morphed into a delicious pleasure. “Harder,” Remy begged.
“Flip over.” Bobby pulled out long enough for Remy to roll onto his belly. Once he gathered himself up on his hands and knees, Bobby plunged back into Remy.
“I can’t hold out much longer.” Bobby swatted Remy again. “Fuck. I’m there.”
“Yeah.” He wanted to say something else, but the words failed him. His knees weakened and he bowed his head. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes. Bobby knew how to sear him to his core. He opened his eyes.
“Fuck. Touch yourself. Come with me.” Bobby spanked Remy again. “Do it.”
Remy balanced on one hand and his knees. The muscles in his legs trembled and the breath ripped from his chest. He wrapped his fingers around his dick. He’d just come not long ago, but the climax was already there. He shook his head as Bobby growled again.
“Jesus, fuck.” Bobby slammed into Remy. His cock throbbed, and Bobby’s fingers jabbed into Remy’s waist.
Remy stroked himself. How did Bobby manage to have him right on the edge so fast? Because they had a special kind of magic or some shit? No. Because he was in love with Bobby Gagnon. He wanted to give everything to Bobby. The man owned his heart.
Bobby kissed Remy’s back and scraped his teeth along Remy’s shoulder blade. “Come for me, Rem. Come apart again.”
His restraint shattered and he squeezed his dick. Everything within him tingled and his nerve endings sizzled. He couldn’t breathe or think, just feel. His vision blurred as he collapsed on the bed.
“Fucking balls. Rem? Are you all right? Shit. I forgot about…” Bobby eased out of Remy’s ass and the bed jiggled.
Remy eased onto his side and blinked until the world righted on its axis. He’d stretched out in his own cum, but fuck it.
“Rem?” Bobby removed the condom then tossed it into the garbage. He leaned over the bed and brushed Remy’s hair from his eyes. “You okay?”
“Never better.” Remy dragged a sharp breath into his lungs and exhaled. From his head to his toes, he felt like a puddle. He stretched out his arm. “Come here.”
“I should be ordering you around.” Bobby cupped Remy’s cheek. “Give me a second. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He left the room for a moment before returning with a washcloth. He wiped his cock down, then caressed Remy’s backside with the warm cloth. Bobby held the cloth in one hand and yanked the sheet over Remy with the other. “Be right back.”
“Sure,” Remy whispered. He doubted he could leave, even if he’d wanted to. He nuzzled the pillow. The scent of Bobby surrounded him. God, the man was everything he’d ever wanted and more. He still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky to have Bobby not only in his life, but in his bed, too.
The bed dipped, and Bobby stretched out beside Remy. He tucked Remy close to his body. “Happy?”
“Beyond words.” Remy draped his arm across Bobby’s chest and toyed with the few strands of hair between Bobby’s pecs. “I may never leave.”
“Then don’t. I meant what I said. Move in with us.” Bobby kissed the top of Remy’s head. “I feel like myself when you’re here.”
Remy’s thoughts cleared and his mind raced. Move in… He wanted to, but someone had to be logical. He had bills and his own place. He couldn’t just abandon it. “The lease for my apartment runs through the end of the spring,” Remy replied. He could probably get out of the lease. There were others wanting to move into that building, and he’d seen the waiting list. Still…what if things went south and he and Bobby split? He closed hi
s eyes and tried not to succumb to the negative.
“You don’t have to move everything in right away.”
“Bobby.” Remy opened his eyes. He placed his finger over Bobby’s lips. “I’m being practical, not turning you down. You’re a smart man. You do people’s finances and tell people how not to dick around with their money. You should be careful with me and doing this.” He propped himself up on his elbow to better look at Bobby. “What’d Neil do that fucked with your confidence? Or was it Terry? Someone got you believing you’ve got to practically beg in order to get love. You don’t have to beg me. I already love you.”
Bobby tensed and put some distance between them. “Between my folks not accepting me when I came out, the shit with Helene and how she treated my children like crap, then Terry manipulating them and Neil just not being honest—I don’t trust many people and the truth is I want to. My gut tells me you’re the one I’ve been looking for and I’m trying too hard. I’m all jacked up because I know my heart, but I’m terrified I’ll screw up.”
Remy understood the ‘trying too hard’ part. He did that all the time. Bobby needed reassurance. He could give him that too. “I’ll move in with you—but only if the kids approve.”
“Now who’s the smart man?”
“I’m not trying to be someone I’m not, but the kids need stability, and I need to know they don’t hate me. If we do this, it’s not a one month and done kind of thing.” Remy grasped Bobby’s fingers. “We go all-in.”
“The kids don’t hate you,” Bobby replied.
“But me being here on a permanent basis will affect them down to their core. It won’t be easy and I accept that, but I want them to be okay with this.”
“We’ll talk to them tomorrow.” Bobby eased up to Remy. “I’m the dad, but you’re almost more concerned with Chris and Darcy than I am.”