“I guess I just….no, it’s stupid.”
Colby locked his arms around Jaden’s back and pressed their foreheads together, “Nothing you ever say or are feeling is stupid.”
“I just, I thought,” he clucked his tongue in frustration as he struggled to find the words he wanted, “last night just felt so, god, I mean the sex was fricking amazing and off the charts but it really felt so special, like we had this amazing connection but maybe that was just me,” he tried to turn again but Colby held tight.
“Babe, look at me,” he said.
Jaden stubbornly kept his face turned away.
“Jaden, look at me,” Colby said more forcefully.
Jaden’s head turned and his eyes lifted to Colby’s. “It wasn’t just you. I felt it. I felt so much it scares the hell out of me.”
Colby was rewarded with a shy smile from Jaden. “Yeah?” he said.
“Oh yeah, definitely. Shower with me?”
“Oh yeah, definitely.”
Seventeen
“So, that’s your plan?” Brent said as he looked between King and Row.
King glanced at Row before looking back at Brent, “Uh, yeah, is there a problem with it?”
As soon as King and Row had gotten home, they’d put away the groceries and then gone to the main house to track down JD and Brent to work out the logistics of their plan.
A smirk lifted one corner of Brent’s mouth, “No problem. Well, unless you count the fact that it’s not me and JD going in there and pretending like we’re pissed at each other. We love a good role play. And we really love a good BDSM club.”
King stared at him for a few seconds before blowing out a breath as he said, “Well, I suppose you two could be the ones to go in and we’ll stay outside as backup.”
Brent started to nod but JD clamped his hand tightly around his bicep, “Not a chance. If we go inside Brent will not be able to keep his head in the game and he knows it. You two are going in. We’ll be in a van monitoring you.”
Brent turned to him with a pout, “Party pooper.”
JD leaned forward to give him a kiss, “And you love me because I’m your party pooper.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Just as Row was about to clear his throat or cough or some shit to remind them that he and King were still in the room, they broke apart, “Okay, we’re a go. When do you want to do this?”
Row and King glanced at each other, “Saturday?”
“Sure. That gives us a day to drive down there and get set up, one more to plan and then we execute.”
“Okay. What time do you want to leave tomorrow morning?”
“Does six work?”
“Yeah, we’ll be ready.”
Just as King pushed back his chair and started to stand, Brent said, “So, you two don’t seem like you want to kill each other anymore.”
Row blushed, he fucking blushed, and King thought it was the sweetest thing in the damn world, “We talked. We’re good now,” King said as he stared at Row. Yeah, they were good, but he really, really wanted to get him back to their place where he could do something that he hadn’t done for a fucking year: lose himself in Row’s body.
“Talked, huh? Well, okay then. I think JD and I are going to go talk. We’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he said with a knowing smirk.
King barely refrained from grabbing Row’s wrist and yanking the man towards the door. His dick was already rock-hard just thinking about what was going to happen once he got the man behind closed doors…..or maybe sooner, as he shoved Row’s body up against the wall of the garage when they were halfway up the stairs and slammed their mouths together in a bruising kiss. One that lasted about thirty seconds before Row was pushing away from the wall, spinning King around and slamming his body up against the wall.
King’s dick leaked in his jeans.
He loved this dynamic between the two of them, he always had. It was never a given or decided ahead of time who was going to top and who was going to bottom. It was always, every time, including the first time they’d fucked, been a heat filled struggle between the two of them for dominance. A sensual, muscular dance that they did until one of them couldn’t wait any longer and gave in, not conceding defeat but acknowledging the other man’s strength….for the moment.
King smiled against Row’s lips, “God, I fucking missed this,” he said with a groan as he pushed at Row’s body and spun them both as they stepped up a stair.
“At this rate one of us is going to come before we get in the door,” Row said with a smile.
“Yeah? That a challenge?” King said between kisses.
Row groaned when King sucked the skin of his neck into his mouth and then said, “It’s a promise.”
King moved back up and was just about to press their lips together when he froze, getting lost in Row’s eyes – eyes that had mesmerized him from the first moment he saw them – green eyes the color of sun-filtered seaweed just below the surface of the sea. His mind was suddenly thrown back in time to their first kiss, to the first moment that they both put aside their fears and just fucking lived…..
“K-k-k-king, what are you doing?” Row said as Kingston Fisher, fucking Kingston Fisher, who had been starring in every wet dream and shower fantasy he’d had since their first day of boot camp almost twelve weeks ago, grabbed his wrist. They were due to graduate tomorrow. Row was going on to the law enforcement Military Police training course at the U.S. Army Military Police School – Marines detachment. He wasn’t exactly sure what King was doing – they didn’t talk a lot because every time Row got near the man his brain and mouth froze – all he could think about was not popping a woody in front of the man.
“Doing something I should’ve done a long time ago,” King said with a growl as he pulled Row by his wrist through a maze of buildings until they were tucked into a small alcove, hidden behind huge air conditioning units.
Row was pulled to a stop and found his back shoved up against the wall while King stared at him. One of King’s hands was braced on the wall behind Row’s head while the other was clenching and unclenching in a fist, almost as if he were trying to keep from touching Row.
God, please touch me, Row thought.
King leaned in closer, his hot breath blowing against Row’s neck sending shivers down his spine.
“Tell me I’m not alone in this, Row. Tell me I’m not the only one who can barely keep his hands to himself. Tell me you don’t want me, this, and I’ll walk away.”
“I do. God, I fucking do,” Row exhaled on a whisper.
“Thank god,” King growled and then he smashed their lips together.
“Where’d you go?” Row said, his voice pulling King back to the present.
King smiled, “I was thinking about the first time I kissed you.”
“Oh my god, that was so fucking hot. I came so hard in my pants I was surprised my zipper didn’t shatter.”
“Me too,” King said as he kept staring into Row’s eyes. “I fucking love your eyes. I love getting lost in them. I love watching them darken the more turned on you get.”
“I fucking love your eyes too, babe. But, as much as you turn me on, just staring at each other isn’t going to get me the orgasm I’m looking for.”
King smiled and pressed their foreheads together, “Smartass,” he said with a laugh and then he inhaled deeply and let the air back out, “I just, I need to slow this down a bit, is that okay? I love our hard push and pull fucks but not this time. It’s been too fucking long. I need this to not be mindless and fast, okay?”
Row cupped King’s cheek and pressed a kiss to his forehead, “I’m not going anywhere ever again, you know that, right?”
King nodded, “I know that in my head. My heart is just taking a little longer to get there.”
Row slid his fingers down King’s arm until he reached his hand, linking the two of them together and then he began walking the rest of the way up the stairs to the door of their apartment.
As
soon as they stepped through the door, King froze, “I’m scared, Row,” he whispered.
Row closed the door behind them and then faced King, “Talk to me.”
“It just about killed me to lose you once. I’d never survive if I lost you again.”
It nearly broke Row’s heart to see King this vulnerable. He had done this, him. By turning his back on King and refusing to listen to him, he had brought this beautiful, strong, proud man to his knees.
It was long-past time he picked him up.
His palm moved up to grip the side of King’s neck. “Tell me what you need, babe. Anything. I’ll give you anything.”
King’s eyes went wide. This was not how the two of them did things. They both lived for the push and pull, the struggle for dominance. It was their form of foreplay and they both loved it. Neither one of them had just…given in….like this. Not ever. Even the very first time that they’d let down their walls and come together in a heated, rushed, almost violent mesh of lips, tongues and teeth and dicks. And even then, King had wrapped his hand around both of them but Row kept slapping it away and then he’d grip them. And then King returned the favor, slapping Row’s hand away, grabbing tight and stroking. Back and forth they went until they were both so close to the edge that they both gave in, with one man’s hand wrapped over the other around two hot, hard, pulsing dicks…..and neither of them could remember whose hand was where. It didn’t matter. That was how it had always been between them…until now.
“I….” King began but then he clamped his mouth shut. Because what did he need? This was so new, so unexpected that he really had no fucking clue.
Row leaned forward, his lips and hot breath skimming along King’s jaw, sending shivers down his spine, until he reached his ear, “I love you, Kingston Fisher. I always have and I always will. Tell me what you need…..please.”
King inhaled a sharp breath, squeezing his eyes shut as those words washed over him, sank into him, healed him.
His hands gripped either side of Row’s face and he pulled back, slowly opening his eyes to look at the man who had been his entire world for over four years…and he was also the man who had devastated his heart.
“Take me, Row,” he whispered, “Take me. No condoms, no barriers, just take me, fill me up, own me, make me yours again. Let me know that I belong to you.”
Row swallowed, “But….”
“No. I trust you, Row. I trust that whatever you did over the last year, you were safe. I trust you….and I love you, Row. You asked me what I need. This is it. Take me, Row…..please.”
Row only hesitated a heartbeat and then his mouth was crashing down onto King’s. One of them whimpered, one of them groaned, but fuck if they knew who had done what….and they didn’t care.
They bumped into walls and furniture in their blind rush to get to the bedroom. Once inside the door, King yanked his mouth away, the blue in his eyes just a small halo circling the black pupils that were blown wide open, “Please don’t make me cum before you’re inside me,” he gasped.
Row nodded and took a step back and this time King knew it was him who whimpered at the loss of contact.
“I’m just going to grab lube, babe. You get naked and get on the bed.”
King nodded and yanked his shirt over his head, “How do you want me?” he said as he shoved his jeans and boxers to the floor, toed off his shoes and socks and crawled onto the bed.
“Hands and knees,” Row said as he stood back up from his dufflebag. He didn’t miss the look of disappointment that crossed King’s face as he climbed onto the middle of the bed on his hands and knees.
Row quickly stripped and then knelt behind King. “I only want you like this while I get you ready. When I take you, it’s going to be face to face, King,” he said as he slid his hand up King’s spine.
The strong man beneath him whispered a curse as he shivered and nodded his head.
Row squirted lube on his hand and slathered some over his aching cock. Then he slid his fingers over King’s beautiful balls that were so full and hanging like ripe fruit and he massaged them gently as he leaned forward and slid his tongue over King’s hole.
“Oh fuck!” King barked in surprise.
Most of their couplings when they were in the service had been rushed and clandestine. Only during rare time off together had they been able to fully explore each other’s bodies the way they always wanted to.
This was new.
This was different.
This was perfect.
Another shiver wracked King’s body as he dropped his head to the pillow and groaned. “God, Row, oh god,” he moaned as Rowan pushed his tongue inside and began sliding it in and out.
He moved his lubed hand from King’s balls and wrapped it around his leaking cock, pulling it down as he yanked on it.
King’s body began shivering constantly.
“Rrrrrooooowwww,” the man moaned.
Knowing that King was close, Row dropped his dick and used both hands to spread King’s cheeks wider so he could really go to town.
He stabbed his tongue inside, bathing it in the masculine scent that he hadn’t tasted in more than a year but would never forget, until King was a shaking and blubbering mess.
He lifted up on his knees, leaned over the quivering man in front of him and began pressing kisses along his spine as he slid two fingers inside.
“I,” kiss, “promise,” kiss, “to do everything,” kiss, “in my power,” kiss, “to never,” kiss, “hurt you again,” he whispered as his fingers opened King up.
“Row……please.”
Rowan slid his fingers out, “Turn over babe.”
Row’s heart clenched at the slightly fearful, vulnerable look that was on King’s face when he made his turn.
He surged over King, carefully dropping his body as he cradled King’s head and looked deep into his eyes, “I swear, King. Never again will I doubt you, never again will I doubt your love, never again will I doubt us,” he said as he reached one hand down and lined his dick up with King’s hole. As he began to press in, as he encountered that resistance, as King sucked in a breath as his body automatically fought the intrusion, Row pressed a kiss to King’s chest over his heart and whispered, “Let me in, King. Please let me back in.”
King exhaled a breath, his body relaxed and Row slid back inside his own, personal heaven.
“King,” he whispered reverently.
He moved his eyes from where they were joined up to King’s face and saw a tear slide from one corner of his clenched eyes.
“Am I, are you, am I hurting you?” he said as he froze.
King shook his head, “No, I just, fuck,” he whispered as he brought his arm over his eyes, “I guess I had come to believe that this was never going to happen again. It’s overwhelming.”
Row pressed his body onto King’s, resting on his elbows as he gently moved King’s arm away from his eyes, “Babe, look at me.”
King opened his eyes and waited.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I doubted you. I’m sorry I ran. But I can’t keep apologizing for my mistakes. I screwed up and I own that but I need to know if you can move past it, because if you can’t….”
“I can, I have, I swear. I’m just, god, you feel so good, Row, so right. I’m just trying to figure out how I survived this past year without you inside me. When you’re in me, I’m whole. I was in complete denial over how much of me was missing.”
“King?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I move? I really need to fucking move.”
“God, yes.”
Row’s knees surged underneath him as he lifted up, grabbed the back of King’s thighs and began ramming his cock inside his tight heat.
Curses were thrown.
There were groans.
There were whimpers.
Row’s eyes were glued to King’s ass, watching his glistening cock as it was sucked inside.
He heard King’s voice barely above a whisper but
what the man said was enough to tear Row’s eyes away and look up.
“Too much, too big,” King had whispered.
Row looked at the man beneath him, saw his fingers clawing at the sheets for something to hold onto, saw the panic, the fear in his eyes and that’s when it truly hit him: this was the first time King had been fucked in almost a year.
He loomed over King, clasped the man’s fingers with his own, brought his hands above his head, all while continuing his relentless pounding in King’s ass. He pressed his forehead to King’s and whispered, “I’ve got you King. I promise, I’ve got you and I’ll never let you go.”
King grunted twice and then he threw his head back and cried, “Oh my god, ROW!”
The first few shots of King’s cum hit Row so hard on the bottom of his chin that he jerked in surprise. He glanced down between their bodies to watch King’s cock spewing out his juice and that was all Row needed to send him over the edge.
His hips stuttered as he moaned, “Mine, King, all mine,” and then with one final deep thrust, he was spilling and filling the only man he’d ever loved, the only man he ever would love and finally, finally, his world was right again.
Eighteen
Brent’s phone vibrated on the nightstand just as he was stepping out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and rubbed it quickly over his body as he walked over to pick it up.
“Whitman,” he said.
“Hi Brent. It’s, um, it’s….”
“Uncle Tim? What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
“No, nothing’s happened. At least I hope so, anyways. Have you, um, have you talked to Jaden recently?”
Brent frowned as he thought of his little cousin that he hadn’t seen since his wedding a little over a year ago, “No, I haven’t, why?”
Tim sighed, “It’s probably nothing to worry about but, well, he usually calls and checks in once a week. He knows how his mother and I worry. But, well, he didn’t call this week and when we tried to call him, his phone went straight to voicemail.”
“I think my legs finally work again but damn, babe, that was one hell of a blowjob,” JD said as he walked out of the bathroom. His eyes went wide when he realized that Brent was on the phone.
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