Page 88 of The Other Side

“We’re going to dance in the rain.” Osian opened the French doors and stepped outside.

He wondered for a moment if Drum would say no. He shouldn’t have wondered. Drum joined him on the patio and Osian tugged him down onto the lawn and pulled him into his arms. Drum gave a deep sigh. Osian slid behind him and pressed his chin against Drum’s shoulder.

“Two minutes before I freeze,” Drum said.

“A hundred and twenty seconds to show me how you beautifully you move.”

Osian loosened his hold just enough to spin Drum around to face him, then let him go. Drum began to sway his hips as the music started. Osian didn’t know the song but the words made him laugh. It’s Raining Men. As Drum moved to the beat, his arms reaching up, he tipped his head back, blinking water from his eyes. He looked so beautiful. The music drifted out through the open doors, the heavy bass slightly softened by the rain. It wasn’t loud enough to shake the windows, just enough to give the falling water a rhythm. The grass was cool beneath their feet, slick and springy.

Drum began to sing and Osian caught one of his hands. The rain flattened their hair and ran in cold streams down their shoulders. Every time one of them slipped, the other lurched to compensate, until they were laughing too hard to keep any kind of rhythm, or for Drum to keep singing.

“There,” Osian said triumphantly. “You’re smiling.”

“I am absolutely not smiling.”

“You’re grinning.”

“That’s hypothermia. Froze my jaw.”

Osian barked out a laugh.

The song changed, the beat quickening. Drum attempted something that might once have been a respectable dance move and immediately lost his footing, landing on the grass with an undignified yelp.

Osian stared down at him for a heartbeat before offering a hand. Once Drum had it, he tugged. Osian gave an indignant shout as he toppled sideways onto the lawn beside him. The music floated out from the house while the rain fell steadily around them, cool against flushed skin, the scent of wet earth rising from the garden.

Osian rolled on top of him. “I wish we could fuck out here.”

“I’m too cold.”

“Remember the warm rain in Faeryland?”

“Yes. And the cold rain too.” Drum put his hands around Osian’s head and pulled him down for a kiss.

Osian felt as though he could kiss Drum forever but when he felt how hard he was shivering, he stood up and pulled Drum to his feet. He wished they could shower together but it was impossible. He made Drum go first and a few minutes later, after his own shower, he headed upstairs. Drum pounced on him when he went into the bedroom, propelling him face down onto the bed. Osian oofed then groaned as Drum kissed his way down his body.

He was sucking bruises into Osian’s skin, then rubbing those places with his fingers and kissing him gently, muttering, “Sorry, sorry.”

Osian spread his legs as Drum edged lower, then gasped as Drum’s stubble grazed his arse. Then he was licking him, his tongue pushing against the entrance to his body and Osian’s mind was blown. Drum pulled him up on his knees, pressed down on his shoulder blades and Osian was at his mercy. The world could have ended, and Osian wouldn’t have cared as long as Drum kept doing this. Teasing, sucking, licking, pushing both his tongue and finger into him, driving Osian insane.

He rolled Osian over and took his cock in his mouth all the way to the back of his throat. Osian’s hips bucked and Drum gagged, but when Osian tried to pull back, Drum didn’t let him. He moved Osian’s hands to his head and pushed himself down. Osian got the message. He shoved into Drum’s mouth with fingers threaded in his hair. Tears sparkled in Drum’s eyes but Osian could tell he didn’t want him to stop.

Watching Drum do this was everything. He was lying between Osian’s spread legs, his head moving up and down, his eyes locked on Osian’s, his chin wet with precome and saliva.

“I want to ride you,” Osian blurted.

Drum pulled away and rolled on to his back, staring at him through hooded eyes. Osian crawled up the bed, straddling Drum’s hips and squirted lube onto his fingers. He did the least amount of prepping he could, and slowly lowered himself down onto Drum’s cock.

“Oh fuck!” Drum gave a deep groan.

Osian gripped Drum’s arms while Drum’s fingers dug into Osian’s hips. Osian suspected he’d leave bruises, but he was incapable of loosening his hold. Drum was bucking up into him now, while tugging him down at the same time. Osian arched his back, his hands finally off Drum’s arms. Drum brushed his prostate with every shunt and Osian felt as if he was a firework, waiting…waiting to light up the sky. He couldn’t last.

“I’m going to come. Oh gods.”

He cried out as pearly ribbons of come shot out between them. Drum paused for a couple seconds, then kept fucking him, until a moment or two later, he stiffened and came inside him. The sensation made Osian spasm again. Drum pulled him down into his arms. They were both breathing heavily.

“Your turn next time,” Drum muttered and fell asleep.

I can’t lose you. I can’t. I can’t.