Jamie moved, getting to his knees and kneeling behind Kyle. He ran his hands down Kyle’s back before gliding them around his ribcage to tug at the cylinder weights. Kyle’s head sank down at the hard tweak on his nipples, shoulders rising and falling in a heavy gasp.
Jamie leaned over him, cock pressed snugly against his ass, and kissed him on the shoulder. “I love you.”
Kyle swallowed, the sound loud between them. “I love you, too.”
Jamie smiled against warm skin, grinding his half-hard cock against Kyle’s ass. “I’m going to take my time, and then I won’t. You’ll take it and like it, won’t you?”
Kyle nodded, his muscles shifting beneath Jamie’s lips. “Yes, sir.”
“Always so good for me.”
Kyle choked on a laugh as Jamie straightened up, fingers curling tight around the duvet. “I think that’s my line.”
“You think so?” Jamie asked as he carefully pulled out the plug, teasing Kyle’s hole with the tip for a few seconds before setting it aside.
“I know so,” Kyle said. “You’re everything I could ever want, Jamie.”
Jamie paused for a second, staring down at the man he loved—Kyle, on his knees, willing to do anything Jamie asked, the trust between them forged by a great many things, but love most of all. For a split second, Jamie thought about how he almost didn’t get to have this, to have Kyle, and how in some different universe that was a truth some version of him was living.
Jamie was immensely glad it wasn’t a life he had to live.
“I’m not anything without you,” Jamie confessed.
He stroked a finger from the base of Kyle’s neck down his spine and into the cleft of his ass. Jamie could feel the wetness there as he rubbed at his hole. It wasn’t quite enough for what he needed, so he reached for the lube again, pouring some over the sensitive skin there. He pushed it inside Kyle with two fingers, feeling how tight he’d become again.
Jamie slicked up his cock and guided it forward, slowly pushing into Kyle. A glob of cum escaped, sliding over his cock and down Kyle’s thigh. Jamie was only half-hard, but it didn’t matter. Kyle was tight and warm around him, his firm ass pressed against Jamie’s body. Jamie sighed, cock throbbing deep inside Kyle, and he rolled his hips a little, rocking them both forward.
He heard the faint rattle of the chain as it clinked against the cylinder weights when Kyle moved. Jamie fit his hands around Kyle’s hips and rolled his hips again, slowly grinding his half-hard cock into Kyle without pulling out. He made sure to keep Kyle’s body flush with his, rocking together to keep Jamie snug inside and to make the cylinder weights swing. Every soft little gasp and moan “Oh, oh, oh!” Kyle let out told Jamie he was enjoying it.
Jamie’s cock, buried deep in Kyle’s ass, began to grow and harden. Kyle’s hole stretched around him, hips shifting a little as he adjusted to Jamie filling him up again. He loosened up as Jamie ground into him, pushing a little harder, making Kyle move a little more with each rock forward.
He kept up the slow, grinding pace, enjoying the sounds he pulled out of Kyle every time Jamie’s cock brushed up against his prostate. He pushed and pulled Kyle with him, making sure every motion would keep the heavy cylinder weights swinging from the nipple clamps. From time to time, Jamie would reach around and stroke Kyle’s over-sensitized cock or tug a little at the chain, drawing a protesting cry from him. It wasn’t enough to make Jamie stop.
It helped that Kyle’s healing power enabled him to wear the cock ring and nipple clamps for far longer than would be safe for other people. It meant Jamie could prolong both their pleasure and keep Kyle riding that edge of pain while Jamie took his time.
“Please,” Kyle gasped after a while, shoulders shaking. “Please, sir.”
“Please, what?” Jamie asked as he thrust lazily into him.
“I want more. Please fuck me, sir.”
Jamie pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, harder than before. Kyle rocked forward with a choked-off cry, his shoulders dipping toward the bed before he locked his elbows. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He increased his pace slowly, driving into Kyle with unforgiving thrusts each time. His cock throbbed, and he couldn’t imagine how Kyle felt. Jamie had come once this morning already and Kyle was still caught on the edge, unable to come without Jamie’s permission. A fleeting, feral grin crossed Jamie’s face at the thought of owning Kyle so completely he would hold out to the very end just because Jamie asked.
Because it’s what Jamie wanted.
Jamie grunted, slamming harder into Kyle. He kept going, hips snapping forward with punishing motions as he fucked Kyle as hard and fast as he could. Every push inside that tight, clenching heat forced Kyle forward, sending the clamps and the heavy cylinder weights swinging on his nipples. Jamie pulled him back by the hips from time to time, keeping Kyle on his cock until he heard the first choked-off sound that meant Kyle was trying not to cry.
Jamie pulled out all the way, keeping his hands on Kyle as he easily flipped Kyle onto his back. The dazed expression on his face was one mixed with pleasure and pain as his back hit the bed. The cylinder weights fell down onto his chest with a hard smack, dangling off to the side and pulling the nipple clamps with them.
Kyle’s nipples were a dark purple, swollen and bruised to perfection, his pecs a little puffy from the heaviness of being pulled by the weights. Jamie slid back between his legs and hauled his hips up, driving back inside his cum-filled hole so hard it made Kyle scream.
“Fuck, oh, fuck!” Kyle sobbed out.
Jamie took Kyle’s hands in his and drew them over his head, pressing them down hard into the mattress. Kyle twisted their fingers together, holding on for all he was worth.
“Look at me,” Jamie grunted as he pounded into Kyle. Glassy green eyes struggled to focus, but when they did, Jamie held his gaze. “I’ll do anything you ask, give you anything you want, be anything for you. Do you understand?”
Kyle nodded jerkily, mouth parted as he panted for breath in time with each brutal thrust of Jamie’s cock.
“Say it, Kyle,” Jamie said, and this time he was the one begging. “Please.”
“I forgive you,” Kyle gasped out, never looking away. “I love you, Jamie. Oh, God, I love you!”
Jamie didn’t know he needed to hear those words until Kyle spoke them. They seared through him like a brand and Jamie choked on his breath as he sat up, letting go of one of Kyle’s hands. Kyle stayed where he was, eyes locked on Jamie’s, green eyes dark holes in his face as Jamie grabbed the chain at the connecting point for all three and yanked.
The nipple clamps wrenched free and Kyle arched beneath him beautifully with a full-throated scream, shoulders pressed hard into the mattress, head thrown back as tears seeped from his eyes. His cock pulsed and jerked against the cock ring that Jamie undid in a second. The absolute sudden relief of pressure had Kyle writhing on Jamie’s hard, punishing cock as he came and came and came, painting his chest and bruised nipples with thick streaks of cum.
Jamie knew he wouldn’t last much longer as he pounded into Kyle so hard the entire reinforced bed shook. Kyle let him, still crying, urging him on with a gasping mantra of “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Jamie didn’t, not until his orgasm exploded out of him and he came with a yell, spilling into Kyle with one hard thrust after another. He ground his cock into Kyle as hot wetness seeped out between them, the loads of cum he’d filled Kyle with having nowhere else to go.
Breathing heavily, Jamie let go of Kyle’s hand, easing his weight off of him. He dragged his hands down Kyle’s shivering body and carefully pushed his legs wider apart so Jamie could ease out of his well-fucked hole. He watched his cock slip free, messy and wet, Kyle’s swollen hole twitching around the emptiness. More cum leaked out, thick and sticky, and Jamie reached down to touch it, rubbing it into Kyle’s skin.
“C’mere,” Kyle said, sounding as if he were drunk.
Jamie stretched out on top o
f him, spent cocks trapped between their bodies as he sought out Kyle’s mouth for a soft kiss. Kyle wrapped his arms around Jamie’s torso, his shaking hands running up and down Jamie’s back.
Kyle sighed softly against his mouth, relaxing against the bed as Jamie’s body kept him safe and warm. “I love you. Nothing could ever change that.”
Not even the path of a bullet that would always stretch between them, even if Jamie was the only one who remembered.
Jamie kissed him again, blinking back his own tears as he licked his way into Kyle’s mouth. “I love you.”
Kyle made a soft, wordless sound of agreement in the back of his throat as he closed his eyes. They lay like that for several minutes until Jamie finally found the strength to move. He got up, shushing Kyle’s protest with another kiss, and crawled off the bed. He quickly cleaned himself up in the bathroom and drank two glasses of water. Then he grabbed a couple of wet washcloths from the bathroom, filled the glass again, and went back to Kyle, who hadn’t moved other than to throw a hand over his eyes to block out the light.
Jamie cleaned him up with gentle hands before making him drink the glass of water. Then Jamie got them both under the covers and Jamie sighed, sinking into the warmth he found only when he had Kyle in his arms.
They slept the rest of the morning away wrapped up in each other’s arms, and didn’t wake up until the attending computer let out a soft warning chime. Jamie roused from sleep slowly, blinking up at the ceiling. He pulled his left arm free of the blankets to check the chrono on his imbedded bioware. The numbers 1310 glowed through his skin. Jamie sighed softly before turning his head to kiss the top of Kyle’s.
“We need to get up,” he said.
“Five more minutes,” Kyle mumbled.
Jamie gave him ten before they got out of bed. Jamie watched Kyle stretch until his spine popped, looking even more fucked out if that were possible.
It really was a good look on him.
They showered together quickly, helping each other wash up despite all the space in the huge shower. The bathroom itself was practically the size of a guest bedroom, with plenty of room for them to move around.
Jamie was halfway dressed when he got a message from his mother requesting his presence downstairs. He finished buttoning up his white dress shirt and tucking it into his dark-wash jeans before kissing Kyle on the cheek.
“I need to go see what my mother wants,” he said.
Kyle nodded as he grabbed a pair of shoes from his side of the closet. “I’ll be down soon.”
Jamie left the bedroom and took the stairs down to the first level of the apartment. The sound of workers bustling around to decorate and set up for the engagement party reached his ears. Someone had turned on the television and Jamie would have ignored it except the channel suddenly cut away to a newscast.
“—regularly scheduled programing to bring you live footage of Alpha Team on the ground in the aftermath of the explosion that rocked a warehouse district in Atlanta this morning—”
Jamie stopped mid-stride, the breaking news story catching his attention.
“—saying it’s the work of a splinter cell from the Sons of Adam terrorist group, but police and federal agents have yet to make a statement in the midst of the ongoing fight—”
The grim face of a reporter on the street cut away to that of an aerial view of a burning building partially obscured by thick black smoke pouring into the sky. Jamie watched the report for several more minutes, so engrossed that he didn’t hear Kyle approaching.
“You forgot your suit jacket,” Kyle said, shaking the slate gray suit jacket at Jamie.
Jamie turned away from the television, smiling at Kyle. “Thanks. I got distracted.”
Kyle peered around him at the newscast before he, too, ignored what was being reported. He held up the suit jacket in both hands so Jamie could slip his arms into the sleeves. “Better I bring it down now before you sent me up to retrieve it later. I’d say we should renovate and get an elevator put in, but some days going up and down the stairs is all the exercise we get.”
Jamie tugged at the collar to help settle it over his broad shoulders. “No elevator. We just got rid of the last contractor.”
He turned around and Kyle reached out to smooth down the lapels of the suit jacket. Jamie took a moment to admire how he looked. Kyle was wearing slim-cut, dark-wash designer jeans and a short-sleeved button-down shirt with no tie. Jamie’s white dress shirt was undone at the collar, his usual tie left up in their bedroom. The invitations for their engagement party doubling as a house party had stressed business casual attire, only because he’d talked his mother down from a full-on black-tie affair.
Jamie and Kyle had stayed with Alexei and Sean for almost a month following the attack on Washington, D.C. as their new three-level luxury apartment was renovated to their exact specifications. Which meant the MDF had overseen the hiring of all contractors while Katie had overseen the implementation of their security system. The plas-glass windows had been replaced with military-grade bulletproof ones that could stop a fifty-caliber bullet. The original attending computer had been uninstalled and wiped, replaced with one built by the MDF and Katie.
Securing their home as much as possible was worth the price tag it came with. Since money wasn’t an issue for Jamie, he’d gone all out, turning their apartment into as much of a fort as possible. They’d salvaged what they could from the old condo, but had needed to buy quite a bit of new furniture to fill out the bigger space. The last renovation had finished nearly three weeks ago, and since then, Jamie and Kyle had been enjoying finally getting to live in their new home.
“Jamie, can you please come here for a moment?” his mother called faintly from the other side of the expansive living space.
Kyle poked Jamie in the chest. “If this is how Charlotte is during our engagement party, we should just elope for the wedding.”
“If we do, my parents might disown me and then how will I keep you in the luxury you’ve become accustomed to?” Jamie asked.
“I wouldn’t care so long as your mother wasn’t turning the first floor of our home into a ritzy event.”
Jamie leaned down and kissed the scowl off Kyle’s face. “I talked her down from going all out, you know.”
Kyle stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “Goddamn rich people.”
Jamie swatted him carefully on the ass. “Careful how you talk about my fiancé.”
Kyle flipped him off and Jamie walked away laughing to go see what his mother needed.
“You’re lucky I love you,” Kyle called at his retreating back.
Jamie waved a silent acknowledgment of his words. He’d have preferred a less staged affair than what his mother was putting on, but since the only people invited were the team, their significant others, immediate families, Liam, Nazari, and Stirling, Jamie thought they’d gotten off pretty lightly.
He’d refused to let his father invite any politician friends nor did he allow his mother to add on any of the socialites she knew. His and Kyle’s engagement party was strictly for family and very close friends, those who knew what they’d gone through to get to this moment. Jamie and Kyle had invited the team’s immediate families because they served in their own way right alongside those in uniform. Jamie didn’t want to share their joy with complete strangers, and he knew Kyle had felt the same way when they’d whittled down the guest list.
Compromise meant his mother got to throw an elegant, exceedingly expensive engagement party for close to fifty people. Rather than hosting it in some restaurant that would bring the paparazzi running, they’d opted to hold it at their new home. His mother had employed a famous chef to handle the food: appetizers while people mingled, dinner served from a buffet rather than a sit-down meal that Jamie had fought hard, and an array of miniature desserts that were all the rage right now.
Drinks would be made by the guests, as Jamie had refused to allow any catering workers to stay. Katie’s mom had volunteered
to get the food ready when it was time, along with several other moms of the team. Jamie and Kyle had wanted small and intimate; getting that required quite a bit of money. He didn’t mind the cost and never would, not when it came to Kyle.
His mother was in her element as hostess, and Jamie hadn’t wanted to take that away from her. Letting her handle the details outside of the guest list was a small sacrifice so long as she adhered to what they wanted.
“What do you need, Mother?” Jamie asked.
Charlotte turned her head to smile at him, her blonde hair pulled up in a sleek chignon. “There you are, dear. I wanted to let you know everything is ready and your father and sister are on their way over.”
He leaned down and kissed his mother on the cheek. “That’s great. The others should be arriving any minute.”
“Does that mean I’m the first?” Liam asked as he wandered into the living area that took up most of the apartment’s southside face. Liam grinned at him, freshly showered and shaved, wearing dark jeans and a crisp checkered shirt and tailored jacket.
“You just had to walk down the stairs,” Jamie told him. “You don’t count.”
“I always count,” Liam said as he went to greet Jamie’s mother. “You look radiant as always, Charlotte.”
Charlotte smiled, pulling him into a brief hug. “Liam, so good to see you. How is your mother?”
“Doing well, thanks.”
The three of them chatted for a couple of minutes until Jamie heard Phaedra’s exuberant shout from the front door and Kyle’s happy response.
“Looks like the Dvorkins are here,” Jamie said.
His mother’s smile widened. “Then let’s go greet them, shall we?”
It wasn’t the first time his parents had met Kyle’s. The differences between their social statuses had made things awkward in the beginning, but Charlotte was a pro at smoothing things over. Under any other circumstances, their parents’ paths would never cross, but they’d come together because of their children.
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