started to stop, but Simon shook his head frantically and pushed up, searching for that angle again. When he found it, he shouted, and he bounced harder, and Rocco laughed as he joined in the motions with harder thrusts.
‘That’s it, that’s it,’ Rocco coaxed with one hand.
Simon was hard, ready to spill all over again. He didn’t dare touch himself, he just rode the waves of pleasure until he crashed over the edge, and he was dimly aware of Rocco following behind. His seed was hot, even encased in the condom, and Rocco’s dick was bigger as it pulsed.
Simon’s entire body was trembling like he was cold, but he took breaths as he came down, and he let Rocco hold him tight as he started to soften. Simon let out a small noise of protest when Rocco moved him. He pulled away with a wet squelch, and when he returned to spoon up against Simon’s back, his dick was slightly tacky and bare.
Rocco’s mouth found the sore spot on Simon’s shoulder where he’d sucked a mark earlier, and he ran his tongue over it before tracing it with soft, open lips. “Are you okay?”
Simon turned over and shuffled back to give himself sign space, though he kept their legs tangled together. ‘I hope I didn’t ruin anything. The video.’
Rocco shook his head. ‘The video was beautiful, but this…’ His hand hovered, then fingertips traced around Simon’s lips. ‘You are everything. I’m falling for you.’
Simon closed his eyes a long moment, just basking. There was truth in Rocco’s eyes, and affection. Maybe even love. He looked back at him after a second and lifted his hand between them. ‘Me too.’
It wasn’t a quite a confession, not yet. But for now, it was close enough.
Chapter Seventeen
Thursday late morning started hot—not a cloud in the sky, the sun beating down on the back of Rocco’s neck causing him to break a sweat in spite of the low-key work he was doing. Simon was working a half-day at the bakery, so Rocco volunteered to head over to the town center to meet a man called Fitz. Simon explained he was the Fire Chief and one of the lead organizers of the market.
‘He’s nice,’ Simon promised, then smoothed hands down the front of Rocco’s t-shirt like he couldn’t help but touch him. ‘I don’t know if he signs, but he’ll do what he can to make it easy on you.’
Rocco grinned, knowing it looked hungry, predatory. He was starving for Simon in all ways, and he wondered when this feeling would be sated. He cupped Simon’s cheeks with both hands, then dragged him into a deep, wet kiss. ‘I’m not worried about it,’ he replied when he pulled back. ‘It sounds like fun.’
Simon’s grin softened, his eyes a little heated, but he wasn’t as overwhelmed with Rocco’s touch as he had been. Rocco thought he might miss it, but he also knew it didn’t take much to rev Simon up—and that was enough. ‘It won’t be. It’s work.’
Rocco shrugged, then dragged one hand down Simon’s back as he gathered him close, stopping to cup his ass. ‘Sore?’
Simon laughed with his shrug. ‘Yes. But I like it.’
Rocco groaned, then kissed him again before tearing himself away. He took James’ leash in hand, hooked his bag over his shoulder, then began the slow trek over to where the market was going to set up. It didn’t take much to spot Fitz. Simon had described him well—though Rocco was instantly aware Simon had left out the fact that his entire right side from the neck down was shiny and tight with scars. He held his arm at an awkward angle, like he couldn’t straighten it completely, but that didn’t seem to stand in his way as he hauled large boxes from the back of a pickup to the ground.
He was almost as tall as Rocco, and almost as wide. His hair lay in soft brown waves that fell over his forehead, and his eyes were bright and friendly. His CCFD shirt—a navy blue with a logo on the pocket—stretched over his pecs, and Rocco knew if he wasn’t so head over heels for Simon, he might have been interested.
Fitz took notice of him right away and waved him over, bending down to pet James first, which Rocco loved. There was something to be said about a town where everyone greeted his baby before him. When he righted himself, he extended his hand, and Rocco shook it, feeling callouses