need a condom.” Jericho slid his fingers free so gently, then surged up, wiping them with a tissue before fumbling to put on a glove. This showed Jericho’s inexperience, because he had to really work to get it on.
Logic told himself to breathe, to relax, but he wanted to just throw himself down on Jericho’s prick.
Jericho got it on, got slicked, and then settled between his legs. He almost sobbed with joy when Jericho’s cock pressed to his hole.
His cowboy stared at him, and he reached up, cupping the stubbled cheek. “Please. I’m so ready.”
“Okay. Now.” Jericho pressed forward, cock slipping inside, the burn gone almost right away. Thick. He was so full, so damn happy.
A low, raw sound bubbled out of him, and his head fell back. “Fuck yeah. Come on. Just so.”
Gripping his hips, Jericho moved, sliding forward, really going deep. That confidence was so goddamn sexy, making him raise his legs and grip his knees.
“Babe! Look at you.” Jericho slammed into him, making his eyes roll in his head.
He would rather look at Jericho, if he could get his eyes to work. Those lean muscles flexed hard, Jericho’s skin flushed and damp with sweat. They rocked together, Jericho slamming into him. He arched to meet every thrust, driving himself onto Jericho with low, desperate cries.
He got all of Jericho’s sounds in return, deep, hard grunts of pleasure, rolling into one continuous wail. One hand stayed on his hip, the other closing around his cock and pulling.
Logic arched, and that drove Jericho’s cock into his gland, sending lightning through him. “Oh God! There!”
“Uh-huh.” He thought maybe Jericho had lost speech, but he had control of his body, slapping against Logic, hitting that inside spot over and over. That cock. He could write odes to it.
They rutted, sweat slicking the drag of their skin, tinting the flavor of their kiss. All of it just made them move together more easily, made the glide and slip of flesh on flesh better, more pleasurable.
“Please…” He wasn’t sure what to do, what he was begging for.
“Anything.” He thought Jericho meant it too. He would give anything Logic needed.
“You make me need.” Hell, Jericho made him wild.
Those blazing gray eyes locked on his. “Good.” Jericho stroked him harder, faster.
He let himself fall into that gaze, sink and let himself melt. Swept along on the tide of heat and need, he allowed Jericho to take him higher and higher, until all he could hear was his own breath, hard and fast.
“With me,” Jericho said through clenched teeth. “Soon.”
“Fuck yes.” He arched and pushed down, the extra stretch sending him over the edge. He shot hard, not just over Jericho’s hand and wrist, but on his chest and belly too.
“Uhnnnn!” Jericho went still above him, tendons standing out in his neck, his eyes rolling back. He felt every pulse as Jericho came, even if he didn’t get the wet heat.
Jesus. “Beautiful.”
Jericho was absolutely beautiful.
“Thank you.” Jericho leaned over him, arms shaking. “God. I think you ruined me for life.”
“Uh-huh. Me too. Whoa.” He rolled up and took a kiss, tasting the pleasure on Jericho’s lips.
Jericho took that kiss and gave it back until he kinda collapsed. They both cracked up, rolling to their sides so Jericho could get rid of the condom.
“Man… just think, we have hours left.” He winked over, and as Jericho whimpered, they both started laughing again.
“We’ll have to rest and refuel, but that still leaves us time,” Jericho finally agreed. The man stroked his chest and belly as if he couldn’t stop touching.
“I like that—having time. Together.” Did that sound too over-the-top?
“Me too. I still have a lot to learn about you. Like, what do you like on pizza?”
Oh good. Nothing was too trivial. That made him feel better. “I love artichokes and olives and crispy sausage best. You?”
Jericho hummed. “Pepperoni as long as it’s on the edge of burnt. Green olives, but no one ever has them. Mushrooms.”
“Uhn. Green olives are proof there’s a higher power and it loves us.”
“Right?” Jericho leaned in, licking his shoulder. “Salty and bright.”
“Yes. You get me.” Sometimes that was what you needed.
“I do. It’s like the mustard seeds.” They grinned at each other. “Is it time for a snack? We keep talking about food.”
“Totally. We can cook together. That’s close to sex.” It was basic, necessary, and its own dance.
“It is.” Jericho’s cheeks went pink again, and right after they’d gone back to his normal tan. “I mean, it’s sexy as hell.”
“It is.” He