the top compartment,” Blake said. “And you should probably blow out the lanterns while you’re up.”
“Absolutely not,” Niall said, breathless when he found the small jar of lubricant Blake had cheekily packed for the trip. Niall turned back to him. “I want a good look at your face when I make you come while balls deep in your arse.”
Blake laughed harder, wriggling in anticipation and spreading his legs wide as Niall unscrewed the jar and helped himself to the contents. He almost begged Niall to let him watch as he spread the lubricant over his outstanding cock, but even the brief glimpse that he got sent him dangerously close to the edge.
“I shouldn’t show you a lick of mercy,” Niall teased him as he climbed back into bed, spreading what remained of the lubricant over Blake’s arsehole and testing him with his fingers. Blake gasped and clamped his jaw down over the moan that wanted to escape from him. “You’re as tight after ten years as you were that first time,” Niall said, his voice shaking with need.
“Fuck me like you did then,” Blake gasped, lifting his hips as Niall shifted against him to find the best position. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He didn’t have a chance to say anything else. With perfect command and precision, Niall found exactly the angle he wanted and shoved into him. Blake couldn’t stop himself from calling out at the once familiar stretch and burn of Niall’s cock splitting him. He didn’t care who heard, it felt so good to have Niall inside of him again that tears seeped out the corners of his closed eyes.
“Ssh,” Niall warned him, leaning closer for a moment as he moved slowly in and out. He paused while lodged tightly within Blake to lean down and kiss him as if to prove the point of the necessity of silence. The angle was too awkward for effective movement, but Blake didn’t mind at all as Niall leaned back, lifting his hips higher so that he could thrust into him with strength and abandon.
It took a massive effort for Blake not to give voice to how absolutely right and perfect it felt to have Niall fuck him. It had been far, far too long. The sensation of being possessed by the man he loved more than life itself was so beautiful that it felt wrong not to express it with sound. He was splayed in the most awkward and submissive position possible, but he hadn’t been happier in ten years.
He knew he wouldn’t last more than a minute, but it was still a shock when his whole body throbbed and jerked with orgasm, sending cum spilling across his belly. Niall made a strangled sound of victory as he watched Blake come, and within a few hard thrusts of that, his face contorted beautifully as he, too, came. Blake watched in fascination as Niall’s passion erupted, then melted away, leaving him dazed and satisfied.
Niall pulled out, then collapsed between Blake’s still spread legs, their sweaty bodies falling together as every last bit of strength left both of them. Blake closed his arms and legs around Niall, overjoyed at entwining with him.
“I’ll admit it,” Niall panted, wriggling to find a way for the two of them to rest comfortably together. “That was amazing.”
“It was meant to be,” Blake gasped, fighting to catch his own breath. “We were meant to be. And if you argue that point with me, I’ll fight you.”
Niall laughed in exhaustion and snuggled against Blake. “I’m too tired to argue tonight,” he said, nuzzling the side of Blake’s head. “I’ll argue tomorrow.”
“No, you won’t,” Blake told him, smiling in utter contentment as he stroked Niall’s side. He closed his eyes and let out the breath it felt like he’d been holding for ten years. At last, he was back where he was supposed to be.
Chapter 17
Niall slept like the dead, in spite of the fact that he considered crawling into Blake’s bed to put an end to the wildly impractical lust that had him at his wit’s end a personal failure. Blake had hurt him once. Who was to say he wouldn’t do it again? He’d been so determined to keep his distance, to help Blake with practical matters, but not to relinquish control of his heart. Everything about making love with Blake was a disastrous idea.
Except that as morning dawned and Niall drifted awake to the sensation of Blake snuggled against him, his breath hot on his