Layton’s hips tried to match Ricci’s pace at first, tried to keep up with the hard, heavy thrusts that Ricci had fallen into. He stopped, went rigged and then almost limp, when Ricci wormed a hand between him and the mattress and wrapped his palm around Layton’s steadily leaking cock so he could stroke him from base to tip.
Ricci stroked Layton as best he could in time with the thrusts of his hips. He could feel his own orgasm building, could see sparks on the edges of his vision. His spine had begun to tingle. Layton wasn’t far behind him, cock gone ridged and thick in Ricci’s grasp as his muscles fluttered around Ricci.
“Come on, Layton,” Ricci prompted, vision gone hazy as his hips trembled and lost some of their insistent rhythm before he got himself back under control. He didn’t have long left, wouldn’t be able to hold on through much more. He wanted Layton there with him, wanted him just as wild and frenzied as he felt. Ricci moved his hand faster, alternated between hard squeezes and light barely there strokes as he worked his cock deeper and harder into Layton’s body.
Layton’s hips bucked back onto Ricci’s cock after one particularly hard thrust and he cried out suddenly as he stiffened. Ricci felt it the moment Layton shattered. He felt the way Layton’s muscles tensed and clamped down around him, the way Layton’s cock pulsed a split second before he spilt over the circle of Ricci’s hand.
It only took a few more off rhythmic thrusts for his own orgasm to rip through him, sending bright starbursts of light off behind his tightly clenched lids. Finally, when his hips stuttered to a halt, Ricci carefully pulled out of Layton. He pinched the condom, pulled it off, and with a slightly painful twist managed to land it in his bedside trash can before he flopped down onto the sheets beside Layton’s sprawled, still form.
They laid there beside one another and panted for a moment before Layton flailed a hand out until he could rest his palm over Ricci’s still rapidly beating heart.
Ricci barely summoned the energy to turn his head enough to look at Layton, who had the side of his face pressed deep into the mattress and his eyes closed.
“I have to say…” Layton managed to slur the words out. “I never expected insomnia and a few hellish work weeks to lead to this.”
“Complaining?” Ricci felt wonderful, body loose and mind calm. All he really wanted to do was drift off to sleep again with Layton’s warm weight beside him.
“Only if you expect me to do anything that involves not going back to sleep at the moment.”
Layton sounded as sleepy as Ricci felt, and the realization made him huff out a small laugh. “I think anything else can wait.” Ricci reached up and grabbed the hand Layton had rested on his chest so he could twine their fingers together as his eyes drifted shut.
Layton never did get around to cooking, but Ricci was sure there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. After all, if he had his way about it he would wake up with Layton next to him in bed on a regular basis from now on. He’d found the absolute best cure for his exhaustion, and Ricci wasn’t about to let him go any time soon.
The End
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