Page 82 of Open Water
"Oh— fuck, Liam—"
"I know. Ride it. Slow." I gripped his hips, fingers digging in, and rolled him down onto me. "I've got you. Just like that. Good."
And he rode me, gorgeous and wrecked, sweat running down his chest, his cock trapped hard and dripping between our stomachs, his ass working up and down my length while I guided him by the hips and ran my mouth low against his ear.Just like that. Take it. You're perfect. Look at you.He soaked up every word like he'd been starving for it his whole life, riding faster, his breath breaking apart.
"Liam — I'm close — I can't—"
"Yeah you can. Come for me. Wanna feel it."
I got a hand between us and wrapped it around his cock, slick and hot and pulsing, and stroked him in time with the way he was riding me — and that was it. He came apart. His dick erupted in my fist, hot cum spilling over my fingers and striping up across my stomach and chest in thick pulses I could feel land, his mouth breaking open around my name, his whole body locking down.
And the way his hole clenched around me when he came — gripping me from the inside, tight and rhythmic — that was what finished me. The feel of his cum dripping down my knuckles and his ass spasming around my cock at the same time, and I went over before I could think to stop it.
It started low, deep in my gut, the coil winding tight and then snapping all at once. It rolled up my spine and broke white behind my eyes, every muscle in me clenching and releasing in long waves, my hips stuttering up into him on their own. I came deep inside him and felt myself let go, felt the heat pour out of me and into him, pulse after pulse, filling him up while he shook in my lap, the helpless full-body shudder of it buried in the most important person in my life.
Both arms wrapped all the way around him. My face in his neck. Some broken sound leaving me I didn't recognize as mine.
And in the white blank middle of it, the last of whatever armor I had left just — went. Gone. Twenty years of keeping a wall up so nobody could get close enough to leave me, and I let the whole thing fall for him, in a bed too small for one person, the springs screaming and neither of us caring who heard it through the cinderblock.
We came down slow. Tangled. Sweat-slick and wrecked and breathing like we'd just pulled a 2k. I eased him back down onto the narrow mattress and stretched out beside him. Half on top of him, because there was no room not to be, and for a while neither of us said anything. His heart going under my palm. The lamp still on. Outside, footsteps on the path, a door somewhere, the whole ordinary world that had no idea.
"Hey," Alex said. His voice was shot.
"Yeah."
He turned his head on the pillow and looked at me.
"I'm yours," he said with that a brightness in his eyes.
"I know," I said. And then, because he was looking at me like he needed the rest of it: "You always were. And I've always been yours."
He huffed a little laugh and hid his face in my shoulder, and I felt him smile against my skin.
I lay there with him heavy and warm against my side.
I thought about the phone call with mom when she asked me —does he know how lucky he is?
Looking at him now, half gone into sleep against my chest… this guy walked away from a dynasty, put his fist through Marcus's face for me… I knew my mom had it backwards.
He wasn't the lucky one. I was. I just never knew luck was a thing that happened to guys like me.
And lying there in a bed built for one, I let myself look to the future. Not the next race or the next paycheck or the next thing to survive. Actual forward. Some future where me and Alex were living together. Coming home to a person. Being the guy who stays and the guy who gets stayed for. A kid who watched headlights leave, letting himself believe, just this once, that some headlights pullinand don't leave again.
It scared the hell out of me.
I didn't pull away.
"You still awake?" Alex murmured.
"Yeah."
"Good." He pressed closer, into space there wasn't any of. "Don't go anywhere."
"It's my bed, Alex. Where am I gonna go."
"Just—" A breath, already half under. "Stay."
"I'm staying," I said.
