clothes to be close to you!” His voice broke, and he cleared his throat, then continued in a quiet murmur. “And now you’re here, and I can still taste your cum, and I… I can’t take it.” He laughed, a crazy sound, and then he wiped at his face. Where had those tears come from? Hell.
“Travis,” Micah said in a strong voice. “Look at me.”
Travis obeyed. He caught Micah’s gaze and tried to ground himself.
“I can feel you here.” Micah took Travis’s hand and placed it under his belly button. The touch made more tears well up in Travis’s eyes. “It’s like I’m tied to you through this very spot. It’s love. I want to spend my life with you. But we’ll also argue, and I’ll get on your nerves because I’m messy, and you’ll drive me mad with your obsessive cleaning. We’re going to have to deal with my father trying to use your contacts to advance his business. And I know you want kids, and I do too, but you’ll have to be patient with me because I’m so not ready yet.”
“I would never pressure…”
“Shh. I know. What I’m trying to say—I’m overwhelmed too. But I want to savor it. I want to lose myself in you, in us. Things will start to feel normal soon enough. Until then, I want to feel crazy.”
Travis blinked slowly, committing Micah’s words to memory. He spread his hands over Micah’s skin, covering as much of it as he could, and Micah settled into his lap on the shower floor, fitting there perfectly. They kissed for a long while, and they both grew hard again, but they only teased each other with gentle touches. In silent understanding, they let their desires simmer, and Travis reveled in the constant state of arousal. Teasing Micah’s hole with his fingertips, he found more slick, so he had Micah stand and push out his ass. He spread Micah’s ass cheeks and watched for a moment how the small bud pulsed with want, more wetness escaping from the center. He kissed it away, letting the taste explode in his mouth.
“You want to feel crazy,” Travis murmured and gave Micah’s pucker another gentle kiss. Micah shuddered. “We’ll make love, but not yet. I want you shaking with desire. I want you to need me like I need you.”
Micah gave a loud moan and spread his legs wider, offering Travis his ass. Travis lapped at his opening a few times, then licked inside. Micah cried out. The ring of muscles pulsated around his tongue.
“You want to lose yourself, Micah?”
Travis stood slowly, his erection dragging along Micah’s thigh. With his knees bent, Travis held himself in hand and pointed his cock directly at Micah’s wet hole. He pushed just a little, letting the very tip nestle against the small opening.
“Travis! Oh, please!”
“Not yet, love. You’re not crazy enough.”
He circled the clenching pucker, spreading slick over his cockhead, while Micah whimpered and whined, begging to be taken. Travis found that by taking back control, he could slow down the storm of staggering want. Teasing Micah, watching his desire build, proved to be addictive.
Instead of giving him his cock, Travis pushed his index finger inside Micah’s wet heat.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Micah sobbed, trying to fuck himself on Travis’s finger, but Travis withdrew.
He tapped his slick-covered digit on Micah’s lips.
“Taste yourself.”
Without hesitation, Micah sucked the finger in, cleaning it with his tongue. The display of absolute trust had Travis moaning. He flipped Micah in his arms and kissed him, sharing the taste of Micah’s arousal.
Then he turned the water on. The first few seconds, it ran cold, and Micah squealed. The tension dissolved, and they both laughed, exhilarated.
“I want to have a beer,” Travis said.
“A beer.”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to torture me tonight, aren’t you?”
“Torture? No. I like what you said. I think it makes perfect sense. I’ll make you crazy with lust. And then we can lose ourselves. Preferably for at least another week.”
Wrapped in bathrobes, they went to the kitchen, where Travis lifted Micah onto the counter. He opened a bottle of beer, which they shared. Travis rested his back against the edge, Micah’s bent legs bracketing his hips, as they chatted about insignificant things like the weather in Dalton city and the mountains, about food, and how Travis’s pa liked to cook, but his omega dad was the cocktail expert. They shared a small peck here and there, and Travis had never been so damned happy as when he watched Micah chuckle