Page 103 of Only the Small Bones

“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” I slammed my mouth against his, prying his lips apart with my tongue as I backed him into the table. “Face down,” I bit out, turning him before shoving him down. His palms slapped against the surface, his hair falling over his face.

Pouring lube into both hands, I reached around for his cock while slipping my other hand through his cleft. “You’re so hot, Asher.”

“Hurry,” he gritted out.

Regardless of what he asked for, I’d never hurt him, so I took my time working one finger in, and then two. His palms slid over the wooden tabletop, and his moans came from somewhere deep inside. I could feel the vibrations against my fingers pumping in and out of his opening.

“I-I’m gonna c-come,” he panted, as I jerked his cock while filling his hole with my digits.

“Good, because this is gonna be hard and fast. Don’t be surprised if I come as soon as I shove into you.”

I kicked his ankles apart. “Are you ready for my cock?”

“Y-yes. Give it to me.”

We were both shaking by the time the first half made it in. I breathed, counting to three before giving him a little more. My orgasm was well on its way by the time I was fully seated, and the way he cried my name said his climax was barreling down too.

His ass was so tight I could hardly move, it felt as though we were glued together. I leaned over his back, bracing one hand on the table, the other still fist-fucking his cock. I pumped my hips in quick, short jabs until he loosened around me.

“Fuck, William,” he groaned, resting his forehead on the table. “Your dick is…everywhere.” He sometimes said that was how it felt to be fucked by me. Like I’d taken over every corner ofhis body. The feeling was mutual, because he owned every part of me.

I picked up the pace, fucking into him, his whimpers cranking up my need for him. I should’ve taken off my clothes, because it felt like I was being burned alive from the heat of him. I dragged my cock out to the tip, then rocketed my hips forward, causing the table legs to scrape along the floor. Asher went rigid beneath me, his cock pulsing in my hand, his cum hitting the floor.

“No!” he said when I slowed, unsure if continuing after he’d orgasmed would hurt him. “K-keep going. Finish inside of me.” He bucked into me, fucking me as he finished spilling in my hand.

Biting down on his shoulder, I closed my eyes, fucking him until I came seconds later.

I stayed inside of him until my cock softened and slid out, my cum spilling from his hole, coating his inner thighs. After catching my breath, I straightened, helping him up. Moving his sweaty hair out of his face, I checked to make sure he was okay. Checked to make surewewere okay.

“I’m okay,” he breathed. “We’reokay.”

I lifted him by the hips, setting him on the table and pushing between his legs.

“Now will you talk to me?” Now that the fog of lust had cleared, I needed to know what was on his mind.

Asher slid his arms around my neck, staring up at me with big, sad eyes. “Today reminded me of how alone I am in this world without you. I have no family, no friends.”

We’d done some digging around and learned that his mother and grandmother came here from Italy not too long before he was born. I’d hoped to uncover some long-lost family members, but it seemed they came here alone. Isabella had dreams of becoming a famous, American musician.

“You’ll find friends,” I promised. “You’re already loved by Franky and Leland. And there’s my mother and Davidson. You have your whole life ahead of you. You’ll eventually meet so many people you have things in common with, you might forget all about me.”

“Not a chance.” One corner of his mouth kicked up before he grew serious again. “I’m still that boy who needs you. The boy who sees forever in your eyes. The boy begging on hands and knees for you not to go. Ineedyou. All the therapy in the world won’t fix that.”

I understood what he meant, because I’d always be the boy who abandoned him. The boy who’d never get over leaving him. I’d accepted that no matter how old we got, our bones would forever be small. No matter how much we healed our wounds, those little boys would remain.

“The pain is less now,” he said, “but the past still isn’t painless.”

Our love was dark and intense sometimes because of the lingering pain, but there was light to be found too. We were men on a mission to be whole, and that journey wasn’t an easy one. Some days we fucked with the past on our minds, anger and betrayal seeping through every roll of our hips, every violent kiss. And sometimes we made love to the sound of our tears and words of forgiveness. Regardless of how we came to each other, the undercurrent was always love, always a need to understand and let go. We’d be letting go and attempting to understand each other for the rest of our lives. No matter what, we’d stay devoted. That was our vow to each other.

“Life will never be pain free, but I’m going to love you anyway, Asher.”

“And I’m gonna love you more.” His response filled my heart, my soul, and the room with laughter the way it always did.

“I can’t wait to see you try.” There was nothing I wanted more than I wanted him. Nothing I yearned for more than I yearned for us. Together we would weather any storm, climb any hill or mountain life put in our path. Asher was my person, and I was his.

I pulled him to the edge of the table, and he wrapped his legs around me. I sank into him slowly, the lovemaking portion of our night beginning. I lowered my mouth to the tattoo scrawled beneath his collarbone, and he kissed my matching one in return.

Asher whispered the four words we would now live and die by in his mother’s native language, his Italian getting better and better each day.

I whispered the English translation into his ear as we molded our hearts together, as we promised to love each other for eternity, as we became one. I then repeated it in my head until it felt engraved there, until it became a promise I’d never forget or break again.

Malcolm and Asher forever… Malcolm and Asher forever… Malcolm and Asher forever.

The End