do you feel?”
“Great. It’s strange. I feel rested but sore too.”
“A bath is a great idea, then.”
“Don’t you need to work?”
“No. I think Jared finally understood he’s not going to get anything reasonable from me until next week.”
“I’m sorry I made it difficult for you.”
“You didn’t. Work can wait.”
They loaded the dishwasher together, and Travis took Micah’s hand on the way to the bathroom.
“Can I?” Travis fingered the hem of Micah’s T-shirt. Travis’s T-shirt. Micah still wore Travis’s clothes, claiming he only had functional gear for hiking, and Travis loved seeing Micah’s slim form huddled in those old oversized T-shirts. He wanted to cuddle Micah in his lap and kiss him senseless.
Micah nodded, and Travis slid the T-shirt over his head. Face tilted up, Micah stared into Travis’s eyes with wonder, and Travis succumbed easily. They kissed, a slow, explorative tangling of tongues. Micah’s hands roamed Travis’s skin under his shirt, while Travis dove into Micah’s sweats and cupped his smooth ass cheeks. Micah only hummed contentedly and kept returning Travis’s kisses.
His nostrils widening, Travis pulled in the air surrounding Micah’s body, but there was no trace of an approaching heat wave. Micah simply wanted to touch him.
Travis gasped when Micah knelt on the bathroom floor, opened Travis’s jeans, and mouthed his hard cock through the fabric of his underwear. He looked up, a question in his turquoise eyes, and Travis could only nod.
Micah’s soft lips closing around Travis’s glans were heaven. Travis couldn’t tear his gaze off Micah’s face.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Rosy cheeks hollowing, glistening eyes opening and closing, lashes fluttering, pink lips stretched… Micah sucked hard and let go with a pop, only to lick Travis’s slit. He massaged Travis’s base with both hands and kept kissing and sucking, and Travis’s knees went weak.
“You’ll make me come, darling,” he whispered, cupping Micah’s cheeks.
Micah only moaned. When Travis made a loud sound at his approaching climax, Micah sucked harder, his hands working the base, and Travis lost it. Micah drank his seed eagerly as Travis shuddered with his orgasm, groaning when Micah’s tongue dipped into his slit.
Humming, Micah suckled on his cock for a while longer, and then he slithered up Travis’s body, seeking Travis’s lips.
The deep kiss tasted of cum and ownership.
“What about you?”
“I’m good. I just wanted to taste you.”
Another painful stab into his chest. Travis squeezed Micah’s naked body to him, and Micah giggled.
“C’mon. Bath,” Micah said.
How could he shatter Travis’s world so easily and then continue breathing and talking like a normal person?
“Right, bath.”
Surrounded by warm water, Travis kept caressing Micah’s skin. He would never get enough.
“Sometimes, it’s like it was yesterday I woke up in your living room,” Micah said softly. “But I feel like I’ve known you for much longer than that.”
Travis brushed a kiss over Micah’s temple, the wet hair tickling his nose. “Why did you even choose Birdsview?”
“Spur-of-the-moment decision. The train was coming in forty-five minutes, and I remembered visiting Fool’s Mountain Station with Dad when I was little. I recognized the name, so I just hopped on.”
The mention of Micah’s omega parent made Travis remember he’d never messaged his own dad. He should do it as soon as possible.
He kissed Micah’s temple again, lingering. Micah rolled in his arms, settling on his side between Travis’s bent legs, and he ran his wet hands over Travis’s torso. He kissed Travis’s nipple and dragged his lips over Travis’s pectoral. Another soft kiss just over his breastbone. One more close to his other nipple. Micah’s lips mapped out every inch of Travis’s skin.
Don’t you feel it? You must. You couldn’t touch me like you do and not want to stay.
In silence, they caressed and kissed each other until the water went cold. They brushed their teeth next to each other, and Micah wasn’t ashamed to pee while Travis trimmed his beard with his back to him.
When they were falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, Micah tensed.
“Sweetheart?”
Micah sighed. “It’s like you have a radar or something. I can’t hide anything from you.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to sleep yet.”
“Why?”
Micah was quiet for a few beats. “Last night, I dreamed that he killed you. It was just a dream, but I keep thinking about it.”
Oh.
“Micah, he almost raped you. You’re entitled to be shaken.”
Travis couldn’t turn back time. He couldn’t erase the memories of Peter’s assault. The only thing he could do was take care of Micah in the now.
“Roll over on your stomach.”
Micah looked at him with raised eyebrows but obeyed. Travis rummaged in his