Page 125 of The Way Home

Caleb settled back onto the mattress and turned to face him, propping his head on one hand.

“I don’t think I said thank you today,” he said quietly. “So… thank you.”

Another sleepy smile.“For what, love?”

“For being here. Being so nice to everyone and…” Caleb glanced down at the comforter beneath them. It was the same faded blue one he’d used as a teenager. “Holding my hand through all of this.”

Jamie shifted closer, shimmying forward until their chests were almost flush. His nose brushed Caleb’s Adam’s apple before he pressed a soft kiss there. “Always.” His hands slid around Caleb’s ribs and across his back, pulling their bodies together. “Mmmm… you’re warm.”

“Yeah? Why are you so cold?”

“’S cold in here.” Jamie hooked his feet around Caleb’s ankles. They were freezing.

“Jesus.” Caleb flinched. “Let me go get you some socks—” He tried to pull back, but Jamie tightened his hold.

“No,” Jamie whined. “I wantyouto warm me up.”

Caleb blinked.

“Oh—” he started, then groaned quietly as Jamie rubbed up against him. “Damn, Jamie. Did you wake up horny?”

Jamie nodded shyly. “But we don’t have to if you don’t want—” Before he could finish, Caleb pushed the covers aside and rolled them both, pinning Jamie’s back against the mattress and burying his face in the soft curve of his neck.

“Want you so bad,” Caleb whispered against Jamie’s skin, his lips trailing lower along his collarbone.

Jamie’s skin smelled like his aftershave, and Caleb couldn’t get his boxers off fast enough before wrapping his lips around his cock.

In seconds, Jamie was arching off the bed, strangled words rumbling out of his chest. “I—didn’t mean—I want to makeyou—oh my God, yes Caleb.”

Bobbing his head down, Caleb took Jamie deeper into his throat. And when Jamie finished in his mouth, he swallowed eagerly and pulled away long enough to rid himself of his own boxers, reaching for the lube he’d thankfully packed in his bag.

He bent Jamie’s knees up toward his chest and prepared him carefully.

Sliding one finger past the tight ring of muscle, he couldn’t helpbut groan. “Yes, baby, that’s it.” Caleb worked him open patiently, drawing the most beautiful sounds from his lips. Jamie’s chest was still flushed from his orgasm, his breathing uneven as he rocked eagerly into Caleb’s fingers.

He was a vision.

A perfect, beautiful vision, and Caleb’s chest felt so full of emotion that he thought it might split open. He wanted to give this man every ounce of pleasure he could.

“I-I’m ready.Please,Caleb.” Jamie was a sweaty, panting mess, and Caleb would never tire of hearing him beg. Jamie’s long, pale cock was hard again, slapping against the muscles of his stomach, his eyes glazed over.

“Legs back,” Caleb growled as he opened Jamie’s knees wider with his palms. “God, Jamie.” He paused, lowering his head briefly to Jamie’s chest as he caught his breath. “I just can’t believe how fucking lucky I am.”

“I—please, Caleb. Need you. I—fuck.”His voice cracked as Caleb lined himself up and entered him.

As he worked up a steady pace, both of them grunting and moaning in unison, Caleb saw it so clearly. The difference in Jamie. The change that had come over the last few months of recovery from the accident.

Jamie didn’t hesitate anymore with him.

He grabbed Caleb’s biceps and held on tight as his cock slapped against his stomach. He said exactly what he needed, what he wanted, and chantedI love youwithout any trace of doubt.

As Jamie’s eyes fluttered closed, Caleb felt something in his chest break loose.

There you are, my Jamie.

His last bit of restraint broke, and his hips snapped forward harder, chasing the rush of pleasure building between them. Wrapping his hand around Jamie’s cock, he stroked until they were both coming.

He spilled inside Jamie, faintly hearing the echo of his partner’syes, yes, yesas he collapsed forward. His forehead pressed to Jamie’s chest while Jamie’s fingers slid into his hair, stroking his head gently.