Page 89 of The Way Home

Nodding eagerly, Jamie stayed kneeling on the bed while Caleb went to the nightstand to dig out the bottle of lube. An old pack of condoms lay beside it.

“Uh, J?”

Jamie glanced over his shoulder, eyebrows drawn tight.

“Would you be more comfortable if I used a condom?”

“A condom?” Jamie’s eyes flicked down to Caleb’s cock, then back up. “Oh.” He sat back on his heels. “Do we… uh, usually?”

Caleb palmed the back of his neck, a wave of shame hitting him now that he’d effectively ruined the mood. “We usually don’t, no. When we became exclusive, we both got tested, and after that…” He trailed off.

“Oh,” Jamie said again, fiddling with his thumbs. His cock stood straight up against his abdomen—so at least he wasn’t completely turned off.

“Well, I certainly haven’t been intimate with anyone since, uh, the accident.” His eyes darted down to his hands nervously. “But if you think…”

“I haven’t either,” Caleb said quickly, rushing back to the bed. “Oh God, ofcourseI haven’t, J…” His heart sank as he cupped Jamie’s cheeks, swiping his thumbs along the soft skin beneath his eyes. “But if you need me to prove it by getting tested again, I absolutely will—”

“No.” Jamie looked up, eyes wide. “No, I trust you.” His lips twitched into a relieved smile. “No condom, then. I…”

Caleb frowned. “You what?”

“I want to feel you. All of you.”

Warmth filled Caleb’s chest as he leaned down to give Jamie a tender kiss. “Turn around, sweetheart.”

When Jamie repositioned his hands near the headboard, ass facing him, Caleb popped open the lube and coated his fingers. “Do you feel prepped?”

“I don’t remember doing this, so I’m not sure. I do feel like you fingered me a lot.”

“Right.” Caleb tried not to think too hard about the fact that this was basically Jamie’s first time with him—like all those other wonderful nights together, theyearsthey’d spent memorizing one another, had never happened. “Well, I want to make sure.”

“Alright,” Jamie said, wiggling his ass playfully.

Even if Jamie didn’t strictly need the prep, working him open with two fingers gliding in and out, finding that perfect spot, and bringing him to the brink of orgasm untouched was one of Caleb’s favorite things.

So he took his time. Within minutes, Jamie was a cursing, whimpering mess.

“You look so good on my fingers, babe.”

“P-please, Caleb. I’m not going to last.”

Caleb draped himself over Jamie’s back, kissing the side of his neck. “Mmmm, that right?” he rasped in his ear.

God, he loved to worship Jamie’s neck. It was always so soft and flushed, and when he got really worked up, it grew a little damp. Everything about him in these moments was raw—not the nervous, refined version he showed the world.

No, this washisJamie. And his alone.

“Caleb, please.” Jamie fisted the sheets, and Caleb took mercy on him. Pulling his fingers out slowly, he watched Jamie’s head sag. Caleb sat back on his knees to coat himself with lube.

He tapped the inside of Jamie’s thighs, and Jamie obediently shifted them further apart. “There you go,” he murmured as he lined himself up. He pressed the tip of his cock slowly into Jamie’s hole and waited.

“Okay?”

Nodding vigorously, Jamie replied, “Yes.”

Caleb pressed in further, lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through him at the tight, velvety warmth. A half-gasp, half-moan erupted from Jamie as sweat dripped from his temple down the side of his neck. Inch by inch, Caleb pushed forward, pausing to let him adjust, then continuing.

“So fucking tight.” He was about to lose it, and he was only halfway in. Impatiently, Jamie leaned his weight back, trying to fuck himself onto Caleb’s cock.