“You can sit, if you want.” Jude nodded to the space beside him on the bed, shifting Kayla so she was sitting in his lap.
After a moment, Owen did sit beside him, the mattress dipping under his weight. Jude could feel warmth rolling off him, and it was hard not to be attracted to it.
He wanted the last hour not to have happened, he wanted to lean against Owen’s shoulder and enjoy their first night together as a family, at last.
But he couldn’t just pretend everything was okay. Not without an apology. Owen was a good man, and Jude believed that right down to his bones, but he needed to own up to being in the wrong this time.
“I need to apologize to you,” Owen said, as if he’d read Jude’s mind. “And I am sorry. I’m sorry for yelling. That won’t ever happen again. I can’t get the look on your face out of my head. I never, ever meant to hurt you like that.”
Jude breathed a sigh of relief. No one was trying to sweep this under the rug. They were talking about it like adults. “You scared me,” he admitted. “I mean, I wasn’t afraid of you, but I was afraid I might’ve lost you. At least, lost the sweet, beautiful man I’m proud to call my husband.”
“You’re proud of me?” Owen asked softly, his voice childlike.
Jude shuffled closer to him, finally allowing himself to rest his head on Owen’s shoulder. “Of course I’m proud of you. You’re a wonderful person. I don’t ever want to lose that.”
“I was scared of losing you,” Owen said, reaching out to tuck a strand of Kayla’s hair behind her ear. “I thought, y’know, without a job I was pretty useless to you…”
“I’m not with you because of your job. I mean, I know that’s how we got here, but I think we left convenience behind a few stops back. This is real for me. I…”
Jude paused to swallow past the lump in his throat. He’d wanted to tell Owen so many times that he loved him, but he’d always been afraid of outright rejection.
This time, he didn’t think he needed to be afraid.
“I love you,” Owen blurted out before Jude got a chance. “I should’ve said so earlier.”
Jude laughed, joy washing over him, lifting the last of the uncomfortable feeling of fighting with Owen away. “That’s what I was about to say.”
“I figured.” Owen wrapped his arm around Jude’s shoulder, pulling him closer. “And believe me, it means a lot. You make me feel loved, and that means everything to me.”
Jude turned his head to kiss Owen’s cheek, just the barest brush of lips against his skin. Just enough to let him know that it meant the world to Jude, as well.
Before he could move away, Owen turned his head as well, catching Jude’s lips. Jude hummed into the kiss, an all-over warmth spreading through his body, pooling in his gut.
He wanted to feel close to Owen right now.
“I want you,” Owen murmured, apparently feeling the same way. “I need to touch you.”
Jude nodded eagerly, happy to go along with that plan.
“I’m gonna put the baby down,” Owen said, standing. Jude handed Kayla over, missing her warmth, but happy enough to trade it for the promise of Owen. Especially since she was staying, now. He could cuddle her tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that.
If he got his way, he’d be able to do the same with Owen.
“Don’t be long,” Jude said, the faint beginnings of arousal swirling in his gut.
“I won’t.” Owen opened the bedroom door. He was blushing furiously, the tips of his ears purple-red with blood. “I, uh. I wanna bottom.”
He slipped out of the room before Jude could respond to that.
It definitely sounded good to him.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Owen had expected to be nervous about this, too tense to really enjoy it, but Jude was already doing a good job of making him relax, even as he poured lube onto his fingers.
“This won’t hurt even a little, and if it does, you tell me, okay? You should just feel a little pressure.” Jude dipped his head to kiss Owen’s knee. He rubbed his fingers together, warming up the lube like he had for himself.
“I’ll tell you,” Owen said after a too-long pause. He’d been so focused on Jude that he’d forgotten to answer.
His stomach was still a little tight, the knowledge that this was all new keeping some of his nerves on edge. He knew he’d be okay once they got started. He trusted Jude not to hurt him, to listen to him, to be a good, trustworthy partner.
Like he was in everything else.
Owen gasped as Jude trailed his fingers down the soft skin of his inner thigh, and he realized then that he was a little tense there, too.
He wasn’t afraid, and he didn’t think anything would go wrong, but nervousness seemed like a natural response. It wasn’t getting in the way of wanting it.
“Do you know if you’re sensitive down here?” Jude asked, pausing inches away from his goal, his thumb brushing against Owen’s balls.
Owen swallowed. “I, uh… I touched myself one time a few weeks ago and that felt good.”
Jude smirked. “Look at you being all sexually adventurous. I’m so proud,” he said.
Before Owen could give any kind of response, Jude moved his fingers the last few inches, circling his hole with a confident stroke. A gasp caught in Owen’s throat, leaving him begging silently.
The second Jude touched him, the tension in his thighs and stomach changed. He wanted more. He was so sure about this now.
He remembered the look on Jude’s face when Owen had slipped inside him, the obvious enjoyment, and he wanted that, too.
“You are sensitive down here,” Jude said. “Good. This is going to be so much fun for you.”
Owen didn’t doubt that for a second. He closed his eyes as he felt the pressure of Jude’s fingertip against him, spreading his legs a little wider to give him easier access. Nervousness wasn’t stopping his cock getting hard, blood rushing to it, making it feel hot and full, desperate for touch.
Owen wasn’t game to reach down and stroke it, too focused on what Jude was doing for that. He wished Jude would, though. The anticipation was killing him, Jude’s finger massaging his ass, ramping up his arousal steadily, a tight knot deep in his belly that made him want to beg for more.
“Tell me if you need to stop.”
“Do I look like I need to stop?” Owen asked, raising his head to look at Jude.
Jude hummed, looking Owen up and down slowly. “You look like I need to suck your cock.”
Owen barely had time to process that before Jude was changing position, leaning in and breathing warm air over his balls, raising goosebumps on the delicate skin there. Jude’s tongue darted out, licking a broad stripe from the base of his cock to the head, lapping away a bead of precome. Owen shivered at the sensation, feeling it build in the base of his spine.
If he’d ever doubted that Jude knew what he was doing, he didn’t anymore.
Jude sealed his lips over the head, swirling his tongue around, and Owen barely felt it when he slid the first finger into his ass. He reached out, tangling his fingers in Jude’s hair, wanting him to keep going.
Thankfully, Jude didn’t seem inclined to stop. He hollowed his cheeks, increasing the pressure on Owen’s cock, sliding his lips down a little way and then pulling back, licking the head with the flat of his tongue.
Between the way Jude was licking and sucking at him and the fullness of his fingers inside him, it was all Owen could do not to rock back and forth, begging for more of both. Arousal made him feel hot and tingly, tense, like a coil was winding up inside him.
He definitely felt it when Jude added a second finger, gasping at the extra stretch. It was a tight fit, even with plenty of lube, but Owen trusted Jude not to hurt him. Owen trusted Jude with anything.
Jude pulled away from his cock with a final kiss to the head, looking up at Owen again. “Take a few deep breaths for me,” he said.
Owen obeyed, and the tight feeling in his ass faded a little. He had
n’t minded it, but it had felt like he was being stretched to the limit, and Jude’s cock was bigger than that.
He wanted Jude inside him.
“Good,” Jude purred. “Just relax and trust me. I know it feels weird. I remember what my first time was like.”
“Feels good,” Owen said needing Jude to know that he wasn’t ready to stop just yet. “Tight, but good.”
“Do you wanna come first? It might be a little easier.”
Owen shook his head. “I want you,” he said. “I want… this.”
“It doesn’t have to happen all at once,” Jude said. “We’ve got a lifetime together. Don’t we?”
Owen nodded, hoping that was true. They’d been through a lot to get here, and he wanted to keep Jude for as long as he could.
That didn’t mean he didn’t want to be fucked right now, though.
“That gives me plenty of time to try coming first later,” he said. “Right now, I’m not feeling all that patient.”
Jude chuckled in response, slipping a third finger inside him. The increased pressure burned for a second, just enough to knock the air out of Owen’s lungs, but not enough to make him change his mind.
“I get it,” Jude said, nuzzling Owen’s raised thigh. “Just making sure.”
Owen appreciated Jude being careful with him, but he was past the point of needing careful. He needed more. He needed Jude to finish up, line himself up, and shove inside.
Just the thought of how good it was going to feel had Owen’s cock leaking onto his belly, a sticky trail of precome forming as he rocked his hips down against Jude’s fingers. He reached down to give his cock a few quick tugs, biting his lip as sparks of pleasure burst their way across his oversensitive skin.
“Come on,” he complained, already comfortable with the third finger. He wanted Jude, and he wanted him now, and he couldn’t bear the thought of waiting any longer. Owen couldn’t remember wanting anything this much in his life.
Jude shot him a fond smile and finally, finally pulled his fingers out, sitting up and moving closer, hefting Owen’s raised knee over his hip, lining himself up.
Jude’s body felt impossibly warm next to his, heat rolling off it in waves, making Owen want to wriggle toward it. Jude was so hot, so perfect right now. Owen could feel the head of his cock pressed against him, so close to where he wanted it and still so far away.
The wait was agonizing, Owen’s thighs were burning with anticipation, the hot coal of arousal heating his belly flaring into a full flame. His chest was heaving, and he could feel a bead of sweat rolling down the back of his neck.
He probably looked ridiculous, but he didn’t care. He just wanted Jude to fuck him, now, hard.
Owen’s mouth fell open as he felt Jude push inside him, his eyes rolling back in his head and his back arching away from the mattress as Jude moved, filling him inch by inch, stretching him to his limit and then just a little more, just enough to really feel it.
This was so much better than he’d imagined. His head spun as he got used to the sensation of every nerve ending in his body suddenly feeling ten times more sensitive, breathing in deep, heaving breaths as he rode out the first wave of pleasure.
He was so impossibly full, in a way he hadn’t known he could feel. He understood completely now why people were into this. He’d never experienced anything like it, not even anything close.
“You’re so hot,” Jude said, laughter in his voice. “I didn’t expect you to respond this well.”
“I bottom now,” Owen murmured, still processing the sensation. He could get used to this. He could really, really get used to this.
Jude laughed again. “You’ll get all the boys with an attitude like that,” he said, giving his hips a tiny test-thrust. Owen grunted at the impact, sparks flying all the way to the base of his spine as Jude brushed what he assumed was his prostate.
That felt amazing. He wanted more of that.
“I already have the boy I want,” he said, finally getting used to feeling so impossibly full and loving it. “I really thought this was gonna be an acquired taste.”
Jude shrugged. “You like what you like. There’s no shame in that.”
“I like you,” Owen said. “I love you, actually.”
“For the record, I’m not gonna get tired of hearing that any time soon.”
Owen opened his mouth to respond that he wasn’t going to get tired of saying it, but Jude beat him to it, rocking his hips forward and turning whatever Owen had been about to say into a garbled moan, knocking the breath out of him all over again.
He could get used to that, too.
“I’d almost forgotten what this was like,” Jude said, awe in his voice. Owen hissed as Jude laid a hand on his stomach, tense muscles twitching under the skin.
Everything felt a hundred times more intense right now. Owen was almost sure he could feel the exact shape of Jude’s fingerprints pressing into him, even through the light touch. His skin felt so sensitive, he could hear his own blood rushing in his ears. The whole world seemed smaller, reduced to just him and Jude, their bodies joined together, but everything was so much brighter.
How did Jude not beg him for this all the time? Owen would have.
“Does it feel good?” Owen asked, half checking up on Jude, half just wanting to hear that his body felt as good as Jude’s had. As Jude’s did, since his cock was amazing. Owen was grateful for the break, or he would have come way too quickly.
“So good,” Jude responded, a wry smile turning up the corner of his lips. “That’s why we’re pausing.”
Owen chuckled. “I was just thinking the same thing. You feel amazing.”
“Tell me all about it in the morning, when muscles you’ve never used like this before start protesting.”
“Worth it,” Owen said. “You’re worth it.”
“Just when I thought I couldn’t love you any more.” Jude grinned, shifting his position slightly, then pausing and reaching out for a pillow he’d discarded earlier. “Lift your hips,” he said.
Owen obeyed, letting Jude slide the pillow under him. As he settled back into it, with Jude in his new position, a groan caught in his throat. Jude’s cock brushed against him just right, pressing into a sensitive spot so perfectly that it made stars burst behind Owen’s eyes.
“Better?” Jude asked.
Owen hadn’t realized it could get better, but he nodded anyway.
“Good. You ready?”
Owen nodded again, eager for whatever Jude was about to do. He’d had time to recover now, and he was ready to get to the good part. Not that any of this had been less than great.
Jude splayed his hand wide over Owen’s belly, holding him down, and rocked his hips forward. Owen gasped, pushing back against him, shocked by how good everything felt from this angle. A static-electricity tingle coursed through his whole body as Jude began to set a lazy pace, the warmth of satisfaction seeping into his bones.
He didn’t have the energy to say anything about it, but he figured Jude knew he was enjoying himself anyway. Given the chance, Owen could have done this forever, the slow back-and-forth rocking, the build of arousal deep in his gut, ratcheting up a notch with every stroke.
Within just a handful of moments, he caught himself moaning up at the ceiling, pressure building in his belly, steady and hot and increasingly urgent. He lifted his hips, wanting more, deeper, harder, but not able to make his throat work to say any of those things.
Luckily, Jude seemed to understand. He leaned forward, giving himself more leverage, gripping the back of Owen’s knee and pushing his leg forward, far enough that it was just on the edge of painful.
Owen squirmed under Jude, panting harshly, finally giving in to the urge to reach down and stroke his cock, frustration getting the better of him. Every deep thrust made his insides burn with arousal, the pressure of wanting to come almost unbearable.
He was so full and so desperate and so turned on that he couldn’t stop himself from jerking hi
s cock hard and fast, working himself right to the edge, wanting to come even as he wanted this to last forever.
Owen looked up from his cock to see Jude staring at his hand, his eyes dark and glazed. He groaned lowly, gripping his cock harder and changing his speed to match Jude’s thrusts, giving him something to look at.
It was all getting to be too much, too fast. He wished he could have held out longer, enjoyed the full feeling of having Jude inside him for hours, but he couldn’t hold out. His thighs felt tense, his stomach tight, the urge to come wound up inside him, waiting to spring free.
Jude sped up, his rhythm faltering, his hips jerking more sharply.
“Harder,” Owen gritted out, knowing Jude was close and wanting to come with him, needing just a little more to tip him over the edge. He was so close, so desperate by now that all he could do was spread his legs and stroke his cock, taking every one of Jude’s thrusts and bucking against him, just a little more, just a little more…
Jude cried out, his hips stuttering against Owen’s as he came, slowing to short jerks as he rode out his orgasm. Owen could feel every inch of Jude’s cock moving in and out of him as his hips bucked, crashing into his most sensitive spots with every thrust of his hips.
Stars burst behind Owen’s eyelids as he rode it out, his orgasm starting slow, a low rumble as he stroked his cock, his back arching as he reached the edge, poised to come all over himself.
The sound of Jude’s heartfelt moan, the deep, obvious satisfaction of it was enough to set Owen off as well, his orgasm rushing down from the base of his neck to the base of his spine, making his back arch clear off the bed as he came, still stroking his cock, biting down on his lip and pushing back against Jude’s cock.
It seemed to take forever, wave after wave of pleasure making his hips jerk up into his hand. He could feel Jude’s cock softening inside him, and clenched his muscles instinctively to keep it there while he rode out the aftershocks, gasping as each one hit, biting down on his lip as his own spent cock started to soften in his hand.
He whimpered as Jude pulled out, missing him instantly. They were absolutely doing this again.
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