Page 72 of Soul to Keep
“I did, actually. Having a knees up with him was just what I needed after spending the day on the physio ward with Wedge. Liam’s a sound guy, and he gave me lots of tips for keeping up with younger fellas.”
Jamie laughed. “Zac talked about fucking a lot too. Are we a bunch of perverts?”
“Maybe.” Marc’s grin was a mile wide, but then he sobered. “Liam really loves Zac, in case you were worried about that.”
“I’m not.”
“I wouldn’t blame you if you were. That kid is beautiful, and he’s kind... I can tell. I can see why you were in love with him for so long.”
Jamie dragged idle fingers over Marc’s cock, watching, awed as ever, as it hardened from the brief touch alone. “I do love him, but I was never in love with him. I thought I was because he was all I had, but it wasn’t real. None of it was, except the bad stuff. And we’ve left that behind. Both of us. He loves Liam, and I love you. Um... Marc?”
“Yeah?
“Can I fuck you?”
In answer, Marc widened his legs and brought them to his chest while Jamie reached over and grabbed the ever-present bottle of lube from the bedside table, his every nerve already on fire. Fucking Marc—fuckinganyone—was a relatively new experience. But he knew how lucky he was, how privileged, to slowly drive his cock inside Marc, and love him in a way that few men had before him.
Fucking like this was quiet and tender. Jamie sank down to kiss Marc, and the kiss went on and on, never breaking until Marc shuddered and came with a low, ragged groan that pushed Jamie over an edge so sweet that he didn’t want to claw his way back.
But he was done fighting reality. He came to his senses to find himself on his back, Marc on top of him, showering him with the love and affection that had given him the drive to bring himself back to life. He grabbed Marc’s face and yanked him down so he could press their foreheads together. “Thank you.”
“What the hell for now?”
“For letting me love you so much. I’d live my life a hundred times over to get to this point again.”
Marc smiled and fell smoothly to the side, rubbing the marbled stump on his left leg. “Does that mean it’s your turn to make a cuppa? I don’t feel like walking anymore today.”
Jamie punched Marc’s rock-solid arm, but inside he was dancing. A new life with Marc had taught him to have faith and trust in his own strength. But Marc had been on a journey too. Six months ago, the easy admission to being in pain wouldn’t have happened. Had they healed each other? Probably not, but Marc’s place in Jamie’s heart was etched in stone. Years ago, he’d rented his body to the lowest bidder, but now and forever, his soul was Marc’s to keep.
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