Page 25 of Crossroads
Angelo sucked in a shaky breath and nodded. “I’m so hard for you. Fuck me, Dylan... please?”
As if Dylan could refuse. As if he wanted to. He reached over Angelo’s head and found lube in the bedside table, then he slicked his fingers and worked Angelo open, all the while still kissing him like a drowning man.
Beneath him, Angelo trembled and his gasps rose in pitch to frantic moans. “Dylan.”
“What?” Dylan thrust his fingers harder, holding Angelo down with his other hand as he jerked from the bed. “What do you want? What do youneed?”
“Love me,” Angelo gritted out. “I don’t care what you do, just love me.”
“I do love you. Always.” But Dylan heard the plea in the ragged words, and it matched the desperation building in his own veins. He reclaimed his fingers and coated his throbbing cock with more lube. Then he rolled Angelo onto his stomach to give his legs a break, lifting his hips from the mattress just enough for Angelo to grip his own dick.
Their bodies came together as Dylan pressed inside Angelo’s tight, wet heat. Seamless and smooth, it was like they’d been formed from the same mould, two halves of one coin. Lava pulsed where they were joined, and Dylan’s control began to slip. He gripped Angelo’s hair and tugged his head back, sinking his teeth into Angelo’s neck as he thrust inside him. “I love you so fucking much.”
Angelo cried out in response, muscles tight and straining, pushing back on Dylan as though it didn’t matter how absolutely Dylan filled him, it would never be enough.
Taking his cue, Dylan hunched over and began to fuck him, slowly at first, taking care to gauge the pain points Angelo seemed to have forgotten about, but when Angelo’s cries held nothing but pleasure, Dylan set them both free.
Over and over, he drove inside Angelo, the crazy heat sweeping through him and flooding every vein. Fucking Angelo was always like this, but it was... more than that now. Like something had shifted between them, solidified, even though they’d never tangibly known it was loose. Pressure built in Dylan’s gut, expanding with every thrust until his eyes rolled back and flickering dots obscured his vision.
He dug his nails into Angelo’s leanly muscled back. “I’m gonna explode inside you.”
Angelo groaned, deep and loud, and threw his arms out in front of him, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the clean sheets. “Do it. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
A frenzied urgency stole over Dylan, robbing him of what little sense he had left. One hand moved to the back of Angelo’s head, pressing his face into the mattress, while the other kept balance at his spine, and then he let go, fucking Angelo with the abandon his heart desired, flesh slapping flesh the only sound in the room beyond harsh groans and squeaking bedsprings.
Angelo came first, releasing with a series of breathless cries that unravelled the swelling knot of pressure in Dylan’s belly, and then Dylan came too, his rhythm deteriorating with every jolt of pleasure until one last erratic thrust.
Dylan shot inside Angelo, shuddering through every pulse of his release until his body could give no more. Panting, he withdrew and pressed a clumsy kiss between Angelo’s shoulder blades. “I love you.”
“...love... you, too.”
Angelo’s exhausted mumble was barely audible. Dylan smiled and ruffled his hair. “Don’t fall asleep there. You’ll be stuck to the duvet when you wake up.”
Angelo groaned and lifted his head. “Don’t be so fucking practical.”
“Not sorry.” Dylan helped Angelo sit up enough so he could pull the covers back. “Wait a sec.”
He dashed to the bathroom for a warm, wet cloth and cleaned them both up, then he moved to the window to draw the curtains. “Hey... it’s getting light.”
“Leave them open then,” Angelo said. “We can watch the sun come up.”
Dylan left the curtains and padded back to the bed. He crawled under the duvet and lay on his back with Angelo curled against him, his head on Dylan’s chest, and together they watched the dawn break through the clouds and bathe the frosty fields in ethereal winter sunshine.
“Merry Christmas,” Angelo whispered.
Dylan smiled and held him impossibly tighter. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
